Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"come on!"

Good luck on your first stage performance!

The four of them encouraged each other.

Bo Bing felt a long-lost sense of nervousness; just now, he had drawn a new skill point.

[Charm +1 | Charm 30]

[力量: 34|速度: 15|敏捷: 12|智力: 25|体质: 12|魅力: 30|野心: 85|音乐: 7|舞蹈: 11|未解 锁状态]

Unlock a new skill.

[Sales pitch] The credibility of your lies has greatly increased; you've taken a big step towards becoming a fraudster!

Please strive for a high score in the initial stage test. An A grade will receive an extra reward, a B grade is considered a pass but does not accumulate points, and a C or D grade will result in immediate elimination by the system.

[Eliminating the cause of death: cardiac arrest]

Bo Bing narrowed his eyes, his long, serpentine pupils gleaming with cold light.

Communication skills, that's a great skill! No matter when or where, flawless communication skills are always the foundation for navigating interpersonal relationships.

This system is just too domineering. Although I know the system isn't exactly a saint, killing someone on the spot is just too cruel.

The only solution now is to fight a desperate battle.

Bo Bing followed the three of them into the waiting room behind the stage, where she and Jiang Wenqing began warming up.

The stage lights were dazzling. Bo Bing thought that this was the first time she had performed on such a large stage. She wondered if it was because of the guests' popularity. The audience outside had packed the emergency exits so tightly that they were almost submerging the stage. The crowd was shouting wildly and waving their support colors.

This scene is insane.

Bo Bing couldn't quite describe her feelings, but looking at the stage, an indescribable feeling suddenly welled up from the bottom of her heart.

The host, comedian Bai Kaixin, was already warming up the audience on stage. As more and more audience members arrived, all the lights in the venue flashed and focused on the host.

In a corner of the waiting room, away from cameras, Liu Meng sneered at Bo Bing without any restraint.

"Look at his poor, shabby appearance, he might slink down in a bit."

Bai Shanyan maintained his image as a refined gentleman, but his eyes were filled with resentment as he stared at Bo Bing. Why did Bo Bing dare to disobey the company? And even dare to refuse to switch dorms with him? Were those two rich young masters in room 404 blind? Why were they always hanging around him?

Clearly, having debuted as an internet celebrity, he fully understands what finding a reliable backer means for his career. Before entering the show, he used his connections to obtain a list of participants. He initially didn't intend to let go of Wen Yuan and Zhao Yang, two powerful figures. However, he was a step behind when looking for a dormitory, and unexpectedly, Bo Bing beat him to it.

Although she was very angry, Bai Shanyan was not stupid enough to be foolish. She knew she had to be careful of the cameras. As a popular internet celebrity with her own fan base, she still had to maintain a good image on the surface.

But the hatred in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

The opening ceremony was still going on. Bo Bing glanced at the live camera in the lounge, which was introducing the teachers present. He thought to himself that he probably wouldn't be able to go on stage for a while.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

Bo Bing stood up, patted Jiang Wenqing on the shoulder, and left the lounge. He really didn't want to adjust his emotions in front of a group of people. He actually quite disliked cameras, so he thought of the restroom where there were no cameras.

What he didn't notice was that Liu Meng also came out behind him.

Bo Bing is extremely excited right now—anyone facing a life-or-death challenge would be just like him. No matter who it is, knowing that they might die of cardiac arrest in the next second, it is impossible for them to remain indifferent.

He held a watermelon frost in his mouth, trying hard to calm himself down and force himself to immerse himself in his own little world.

Imagining how to perform, her body contorted into incredible arcs.

[Activate the causal mode for the host]

The system was also helping him empathize, and the sudden influx of information almost caused the memories of Bo Bing and Feng Tianhan to churn chaotically in his mind.

—A splitting headache.

His snake-like eyes were incredibly blood-red.

The noise outside didn't bother him; it seemed like a VIP guest had arrived, and the audience's voices were almost shattering the ceiling.

If Bo Bing were there, he would have recognized at a glance that the person sitting in the middle of the judges outside was an old acquaintance of his.

Along with the sound waves came a torrent of cold water—the same icy, bone-chilling water as the day they first arrived.

It was like a wondrous turning point, opening the cage that had imprisoned the terrifying beast.

Many contestants have already gone up on stage.

Jiang Wenqing frowned and glanced at the time on the wall.

Two hours had passed, and Jiang Wenqing, being quite perceptive, keenly sensed something was amiss.

The announcer's number was almost up. Recalling Liu Meng's provocative look before he left, Jiang Wenqing decisively lifted her skirt and stood up. Although she and her roommate were competitors, she hoped the current situation was not as she had imagined.

Coming from a middle-class family, he naturally didn't receive any preferential treatment, so he witnessed and experienced many such things during his time as a trainee.

"Xiao Qing, it's almost our turn, what are you doing?"

Wen Yuan wore a khaki long trench coat, paired with a European-style shirt and scarf, her long legs encased in jeans, and clean white sneakers.

He and Jiang Wenqing sat in the corner, he fumbled the guitar keys in his hands, and immediately noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Wenqing.

"Something might have happened to Bo Bing."

Jiang Wenqing lowered his voice to a volume that only the two of them could hear, because the audience's voices were loud enough due to the judges' activities earlier.

The Baishan Swallow group has finished their performance and is taking their final bow.

The announcer, Bai Kaixin, had already called out Wen Yuan's name.

"Please welcome our 'Young Master of the Demon River'—Wen Yuan!"

The fans at the front desk were already screaming.

"Brother Wenyuan, don't rush. Let's go on stage first. Brother Xiaoqing and I will go check on things now."

Zhao Yang was tying his shoelaces next to Jiang Wenqing, so he naturally didn't miss their conversation. He adjusted his glasses and frowned.

He had a pretty good relationship with Bo Bing, and he listened to many of Bo Bing's life principles in the dormitory, so he naturally didn't think Bo Bing was a bad person.

"Hurry up, if you don't have time to find someone, come back first," Wen Yuan frowned, nodded to Jiang Wenqing and Zhao Yang, picked up his guitar and left, "I'll try my best to buy you some time."

"Brother, where are we going now?"

"bathroom."

Jiang Wenqing gritted her teeth, removed the nails from her right hand, grabbed her coat and skirt, and rushed to the bathroom next door.

Zhao Yang wasn't entirely clueless; seeing Jiang Wenqing's demeanor, he knew something was wrong.

He dared not put down his guitar, so he could only carry it and follow Jiang Wenqing.

"Thin ice—"

Ignoring the warning sign that it was under repair, Jiang Wenqing opened the door and rushed into the toilet.

Zhao Yang immediately noticed the water stains on the ground and quickly took the coat from Jiang Wenqing's hand.

"Brother, you go out first, there's water on the ground, I'll handle it."

The eyes behind the glasses were cold; the innermost cubicle had been blocked off with a mop handle.

"Brother Bo Bing, are you inside?"

Bo Bing had just come to his senses from the chaos when the life belonging to Feng Tianhan and the original owner's memories almost devoured his brain.

It looked like the other party was about to kick the door down.

A cold male voice rang out.

"Xiao Yang, move aside."

Zhao Yang only had time to dodge; the immense force of his kick split the door in two.

The man, soaking wet, slowly straightened up... like a water ghost.

Looking into those gloomy, scarlet snake eyes, Zhao Yang felt a strange sense of fear, as if a venomous snake were coiled around his knees.

This is... thin ice?