Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Jiang Wenqing always felt that her roommate would be a major rival.

These days, the production team hasn't assigned any difficult tasks; all the cameras are focused on the training for the initial stage performance.

When Jiang Wenqing got up at 6:30 in the morning, Bo Bing, who was on the lower bunk, was already gone. When he finished drinking water and arrived at the practice room, Bo Bing, who was wearing a simple short-sleeved shirt, would always look up at him and greet him.

Jiang Wenqing's family is only middle-class, but even so, she has never worn the same clothes on a show repeatedly. In the entertainment industry, regardless of whether you have money or not, you will always try to present yourself in a certain way to avoid being laughed at. This is something that almost every trainee pays attention to.

Bo Bing, on the other hand, had no such concerns. She always changed the few cheap-looking black, white, and gray clothes in her suitcase and was not envious of the designer brands worn by the other two young masters.

Therefore, Jiang Wenqing once mentioned to Wen Yuan that this person might be deliberately using the richness of a young master to highlight his own simplicity as a selling point of his persona.

When there were no cameras around, Wen Yuan also subtly mentioned in private that he had too many clothes to wear and asked him to pick out a few to take with him.

Logically, since things had come to this point, if Bo Bing were just a scheming person, she would have secretly accepted it.

After all, those clothes were indeed quite valuable.

Unexpectedly, Bo Bing rejected Wen Yuan's words to his face.

“There’s no need to test me with money, Wen Yuan,” Bo Bing said with a half-smile. “I consider you a good friend…you can keep it for yourself.”

Jiang Wenqing had also privately tested Bo Bing, and what he got in return was the precise price of the clothes, down to the single digit, and the deep, unfathomable look in Bo Bing's eyes.

“Those who find joy in their own bodies are unaware that their physical comforts are inferior to others,” the young man said, leaning against the wall and doing a handstand. “I am not a clueless fool.”

If there's anything to describe thin ice, Jiang Wenqing believes it must be wild grass.

A tenacious and hardworking fellow.

These days, Jiang Wenqing and the other party have become somewhat familiar with each other. Zhao Yang sleeps in late, and Wen Yuan also wakes up relatively late. Both of them are preparing for their first stage performance in vocal music, so naturally they don't go to the dance practice room all the time.

As the dance lead, Jiang Wenqing naturally had to meet with Bo Bing.

The two have very different dance styles, so apart from basic skills, they basically don't chat. However, Jiang Wenqing also found that no matter what they talked about, the other person could respond to him. In fact, chatting with him was very comfortable. There was no contempt for him, nor did he say anything that was ordinary but hurt his self-esteem like Wen Yuan and Zhao Yang did.

Bo Bing's flexibility was simply astonishing. The tall guy was incredibly agile. He had seen Bo Bing's flexibility training before. The expressionless guy controlled his legs behind him at a very tricky angle.

Of course, the practice room wouldn't just be for the two of them.

Bai Shanyan would also occasionally appear in the training room, accompanied by Liu Meng and Zhang Feng. It seemed the three of them were preparing to form a traditional Chinese style singing and dancing group.

Working under the same company, the three naturally formed a group.

Liu Meng clearly harbored hostility towards Bo Bing, while Bai Shanyan always maintained the airs of a refined gentleman. Zhang Feng tried to strike up a conversation, but Bo Bing dismissed him with a curt retort.

They even subtly probed Jiang Wenqing.

Jiang Wenqing was no pushover; he could tell from Zhang Feng's attitude and Bo Bing's attitude that he wasn't friendly to Zhang Feng either.

Jiang Wenqing, with his stern face, was also quite intimidating. His neat silver hair and the ethnic minority headscarf he wore gave him an air of authority. Counting the days, tomorrow was his first stage performance. The training room was deathly quiet, and no one dared to bother him.

Jiang Wenqing sighed, took off his knee and back braces, and stretched his waist muscles next to the mirror.

Bo Bing, sitting next to Jiang Wenqing, shook his head and popped a watermelon frost into his mouth. He had dragged Jiang Wenqing out of bed at 5 a.m. at his request. At noon, they each had a bowl of instant noodles, and Bo Bing added a bottle of protein powder water. It was a harmonious meal.

"What time are you going to practice until tonight? Are you going to get up again tomorrow?" Jiang Wenqing fiddled with his Bluetooth headset.

Although the production team doesn't allow them to bring cell phones, they can bring MP3 players and headphones.

Both of them were wearing Bluetooth headphones while dancing, and neither knew whose song the other had chosen. But seeing Bo Bing's frenzied dance moves, it would be a lie to say that Jiang Wenqing wasn't curious.

"I'll practice until 9 p.m. tonight, then go back, take a shower, and go to sleep," Bo Bing said, taking a sip of water and feeling the coolness in her throat. "I won't get up tomorrow; I'll sleep in and warm up before the game."

"Then I'll do the same as you."

Jiang Wenqing took off his headscarf and wiped his sweat. "That guy named Zhang Feng came to ask about your song selection this morning. I said I didn't know, and he left."

"Ignore him," Bo Bing said, her expression unchanged. "He's just an insignificant nobody. There's a limit to how much he can take advantage of you."

"He also said you like him?" Jiang Wenqing asked, also holding a piece of watermelon frost from a thin layer of ice in her mouth. "Really?"

“It’s fake,” Bo Bing denied directly. “Does he look so good that I can’t live without him?”

Jiang Wenqing was amused by his sharp tongue. "No, I just get annoyed by his confident way of making promises."

“I’m not kidding. Putting aside the fact that I like women,” Bo Bing leaned against the wall, thinking of a handsome guy, “even if I like men, it would be a waste if I looked like him.”

The two men didn't try to hide their sarcastic remarks from others, and Zhang Feng, whose hearing was quite good, looked visibly displeased.

The two trained for a while longer.

Jiang Wenqing chose the peacock dance from Yunnan. With long fingernails and not yet wearing ethnic costume, her movements were graceful and agile, soft but not cloying, and her dance was quite good.

Bo Bing had seen him taking care of his white peacock performance costume.

It was quite valuable, so Jiang Wenqing cherished it very much.

Bai Shanyan on the other side chose to perform a long, light blue silk fan dance, while Liu Meng used a red Tai Chi fan. The two got along quite well.

Zhang Feng was in charge of the flute and sword dance. The music was pretty good, but the dance was a bit lacking.

Bo Bing had no idea what these three were up to.

Bo Bing's dance was extremely wild and unrestrained, alternating between crying and laughing, each time only a short segment, which even amazed Jiang Wenqing.

"Going back to the dorm?"

"I'm a little curious," Jiang Wenqing said as she packed her bag. "I'm really curious about your song choices. Could I listen to them first? We can take turns listening to them."

Bo Bing raised an eyebrow.

But he still handed over the earphones, which Jiang Wenqing took.

The roaring and shouting in his headphones startled him for a moment, and when he saw the lyrics, he was stunned again.

a long time.

"You'll definitely advance from the first stage."

"Thanks for your kind words," Bo Bing said, looking at her roommate's miserable face with amusement. "Want to come and dance? Let's do a little dance and then go back to the dorm."

This was their usual routine, so each of them had an earphone.

This thing is great for stress relief. Bo Bing and her friends had a lot of fun in the southwest in her previous life. Coincidentally, Jiang Wenqing was also a local, and the two hit it off immediately, jumping around every day.

As if to vent his stress, Jiang Wenqing ignored the gazes of the other trainees, carried two backpacks, and shouted loudly in his dialect-accented Mandarin.

"If you don't know how to perform, then learn! You'll see how the older brother strikes his pose—"

Jiang Wenqing carried his and Bo Bing's backpacks. Bo Bing's backpack was snatched, so she could only follow behind him with a bitter face, carrying the camera tripod.

Unbeknownst to the two, a security camera on the wall had been tracking them for some time now, as they were enthusiastically shaking their heads.

The two's comical gait attracted the attention of many tense trainees.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Bing, turn the speaker on, my legs are itching, I can't stand it anymore."

Cheng Shan, a trainee from the Southwest, heard Jiang Wenqing shout and joined in, carrying a plastic stool and shaking his head.

Bo Binglian turned on the speakers and started shaking his head while carrying the camera tripod.

"Great rivers and vast seas—"

Bo Bing shouted, dancing a captivating little dance.

"Stand sideways and turn around—" Several trainees shouted in unison.

Several trainees joined in the dance, holding up various objects in a comical manner.

The group wiggled their hips, following Jiang Wenqing's dance steps, holding up clothes, speakers, and even carrying other trainees on their backs, making a comical commotion.

Standing in the corner, Zhang Feng clenched his fist inwardly, looking at the sturdy young man who was shaking his head with a tripod, acting crazy. He really couldn't match him with the boy in his memory.