Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The familiar smell of disinfectant.

What I'm more familiar with is the electronic voice that rings directly in my head.

[System restarting]

[Host's bodily functions are prepared]

[Host's body is ready]

[Board - Phase One Task - Silt Removal - Progress Completed]

[Board - Second Phase Mission - Muscle Flow - Start]

[Preparation for Consciousness Activation]

[Consciousness activation complete]

"Cough cough..."

The young man on the hospital bed gasped, coughing as if choked. He struggled for a moment, but was quickly restrained by the caregiver beside him.

"Go and inform the young master that Brother Bo Bing has woken up."

It was Li Ling's voice.

Bo Bing's hazy consciousness gradually cleared, and he slowly opened his eyes. The nurse thoughtfully changed the light to a softer one to avoid shining it directly into his eyes, and someone else raised the head of his bed slightly to prevent him from choking.

Why is it a hospital again?

The young man rubbed his forehead, looking around with a headache.

Is this hospital some kind of respawn point? I keep getting my health points refreshed here...

"Where is the patient's thin ice?"

A Chinese-American doctor glanced around at the people surrounding the ward, then fixed his gaze on the bed and, in Mandarin with a slight overseas accent, told the young man about his condition.

"Your body was hit by three steel balls. The most serious one caused a fracture of the collarbone, another caused a contusion of the cartilage in your right ear, and the last one hit your abdomen. Fortunately, it did not hit any internal organs."

"Steel balls?"

Bo Bing frowned, looked at Li Ling to the side, and said in a statement rather than a question, "There's something wrong with his weapon."

He was unconscious at the time, but he did not have amnesia. When he triggered the [Disarm] skill at the end of the arena, the knife in his hand suddenly trembled slightly, and the sound of a latch being triggered was heard. Fine dust and ribbons shot out together.

Alpha's protective mechanisms were activated instantly.

Bo Bing's body control was completely bypassed by the system code, and before Bo Bing could react, she instinctively made an evasive maneuver.

In the blink of an eye, the blue protective fiber net [Blue Shell Defense] and the green recovery fiber net [Spring] instantly covered his thin ice muscles and bones, prompting him to adopt the best fighting stance.

The young man's body took minimal damage in mid-air at an unusual angle, and the system's skills also greatly reduced the power of the steel ball.

The young man was able to foresee the danger that was about to befall him, but avoiding danger was not something he could do without being prepared, and he could only react in time after escaping from high pressure and taking a breather.

"Unfortunately, during the post-match inspection, the opponent's steel balls were also found to be within the range of melee weapons."

Li Ling sat on the sofa to the side and shook his head. "They didn't use gunpowder for propulsion. The competition rules allow such weapons."

Bo Bing leaned back against the pillows, her eyes dark. "It's mechanically propelled... These guys are really..."

Tsk, headache.

Thinking of the scene where Yin Su admitted defeat on his behalf, Bo Bing's temple veins bulged faintly.

His plans were completely ruined, and his collarbone hurt whenever he moved. Now he could only hope that Alpha would recover quickly so that he wouldn't miss the final match.

I wouldn't feel comfortable letting anyone else take the role.

No one can take on someone with a system in a hand-to-hand combat situation.

Yin Su, that overstepping his bounds, ruined his own plans.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Yin Su led He Jinlan in from the ward door. He saw Bo Bing looking at him unfriendly. He paused for a moment, then walked to the young man's bedside. "Are you feeling better?"

“Thanks to Teacher Yin Su, not only did I not die, but I also had to admit defeat in the competition,” Bo Bing said in a hoarse voice, turning her head to the side without looking at Yin Su, her mind racing as she considered her strategic plan. “You didn’t take my warning seriously at all.”

—It means that you are certain that you will win.

A guy who's overly confident, even arrogant.

Familiarity.

Yin Su pursed his lips, bent down to pour a glass of water for his angry godfather, and thoughtfully handed it to him, saying, "Have a sip of water to clear your throat first..."

"Yin Su, how can I be in the mood to talk about these things right now?"

Bo Bing turned her head and knocked the cup out of Yin Su's hand. The cup fell onto the soft carpet without shattering, but the water inside splashed everywhere.

Yin Su's expensive white shirt was half-soaked by water and clung to his body, dripping wet.

The man raised his hand to stop He Jinlan from stepping forward. His long eyelashes drooped, concealing the nascent storm in his eyes. "You were in a very bad state back then."

"So, you thought I would lose, so you stopped the match?"

Bo Bing turned his head and stared intently into Yin Su's eyes. The questioning and sarcastic tone in his voice made He Jinlan and Li Ling feel that he was being extremely ungrateful.

“A dog is nosy when it comes to mice.”

The young man was somewhat prone to taking his anger out on others.

Whether it was because he didn't notice the opponent's tricks immediately, or because Yin Su made the decision for him, or because he cowardly conceded defeat in the game.

If that's the case, why bother going through the trouble of getting injured? Why not just admit defeat?

The man lowered his eyes. "Get out, all of you."

This is to clear out irrelevant people.

He Jinlan and Li Ling glanced back and forth between the two men before leaving and closing the door behind them.

"The patient is still alive..."

The doctor wanted to say something more, but Li Ling didn't let him waste any more words and pulled him out of the ward with him.

"My godfather is blaming me."

Yin Su sighed, a rare look of distress appearing on his face, but Bo Bing was in no mood to appreciate it.

Should I praise you?

Bo Bing crossed her arms and snorted in dissatisfaction as she listened to Yin Su's explanation.

He was confident of winning this match.

The system's skill [Speed ​​of Life and Death] was about to be triggered, but unfortunately Yin Su stopped the match. Bo Bing couldn't catch her breath and fainted on the ground.

Yin Su stood there, looking rather pitiful, his anxiety visibly palpable.

"Didn't your godfather ever think he would die? Even if he were to die again—now, before he has avenged any of his wrongs?"

The man stood there, head down, staring intently into the young man's eyes. His own reflection was clearly visible in those snake-like black eyes, but Yin Su felt that they were empty.

Even now, facing me directly, it seems like I'm not even in their eyes.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Bo Bing's temper flared up as well.

The young man was the type who would respond better to gentle persuasion than force; he couldn't tolerate the other party using the guise of caring for him to go against his wishes.

"What does it have to do with me? As expected of my godfather, it's no surprise that he would say such a thing," Yin Su said, a fleeting sadness appearing on his face before his gentle smile returned.

For men, a smile is never an emotion, but rather a bored expression.

"Is there a place for me in your planned future?"

Even the most inconspicuous corner?

Yin Su smiled, answering the question for the young man in his mind.

—Probably not.

"Say what you want to say," Bo Bing exhaled, trying to sit up, but the movement pulled on his abdomen and lumbar spine, causing pain to shoot through his nerves from both sides, and he gritted his teeth.

“Godfather is tired, please rest first,” Yin Su glanced at the young man’s pale face, turned around, and said gently, “You don’t need to worry about the third match…”

what?

What does Yin Su mean?

"Wait, come back here—stop being a riddle-maker!"

Bo Bing felt that Yin Su was sometimes a real headache.