Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"What happened? Who did this?"

Hearing the noise, Jiang Wenqing rushed into the bathroom and wasn't too surprised to see the person soaking wet.

"I don't know who it is."

Bo Bing stretched her neck, but she already had a general idea of ​​who to choose.

Who would he make enemies with? Here, he only nods to many people. Apart from his roommates, he hardly interacts with anyone. He has always been low-key, let alone touching anyone's cake.

"Brother, what are we going to do now?"

Zhao Yang clenched his fists. At this time, there were countless eyes watching Bo Bing. Otherwise, would they have let an ordinary trainee like him embarrass himself?

Bo Bing straightened up. His white shirt was soaked through, but his black trousers were completely dry.

He wasn't wearing makeup, so the worst-case scenario of his makeup smudged doesn't exist.

"It's nothing," he said, taking the coat Zhao Yang handed him and casually draping it over his shoulders. "Thank you for your help. It's a bit cold outside. I'll borrow your coat and wash it myself."

Jiang Wenqing opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

"Brother, is this okay? There's no time to touch up your makeup now... Should we go to the dorm to change?"

Zhao Yang was still a little worried about Bo Bing. He was rather naive and didn't want his good brother and friend to fail to even get on the first stage and become a laughing stock.

"There's no time to go back to the dorm; we'll be caught on camera if we do. There's no way to explain this to the production team."

Jiang Wenqing hesitated to speak further, because he wasn't sure if the director's team had tacitly approved of this. If they dared to do this at this time, then the other party must have been prepared.

Bo Bing walked ahead of the two with a sullen face. He swept his hair back and tied it up with a hairband, so that he looked no different from an ordinary person on the surface.

A gentle voice came from the front desk.

Wen Yuan is performing a slightly less well-known song today, "Moonlight".

With a slight smile, he gently plucked the strings, singing "The color of moonlight, the fragrance of a woman" with a dashing and tender air, eliciting screams from the crowd of fans.

With her fox-like eyes curved and elegant metal earrings adorning her ears, she sang a song that drew people to hold up light boards and join in.

Of course, the result was obvious: the mentors favored him, and Wen Yuan also sang an extra section of "The Ordinary Road," a famous folk song, which earned him unanimous praise from the mentors and contestants.

He was anxious inside, but he didn't show it on his face. He could only try to slow down his speech and buy time.

Four out of the five judges gave him an A, except for Li Yuge, who thought he had room for improvement and gave him a B.

Two of the three guest guests opened the door to a private room for him and gave him an A rating. Just by looking at the name tags, they were exactly the same as Wen Yuan had guessed. One was Bai Zixiu, and the other was Mo Tao.

Besides them, there's also a mystery guest who hasn't turned around for anyone yet—Best Actor Yin Su.

The audience sighed in disappointment when they didn't see the movie star open the door from the shadows. Who would the movie star turn around for? He didn't even like someone as strong as Wen Yuan. Wasn't he being a bit too picky? From their perspective, they couldn't see the movie star who was deliberately kept in a small room by the production team.

Wen Yuan, seeing Zhao Yang standing at the emergency exit across the audience seats, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Zhao Yang was not wearing a hat today. According to him, he had washed his hair and it wasn't oily, so he didn't need to wear a hat.

He still wore black-rimmed glasses, a color-blocked plaid shirt with a kingfisher feather brooch, black pants and white shoes. He sang and played a martial arts song called "Laughing at the Mortal World." The original female singer's voice was full of youthful vigor when he sang it, showing his profound skills.

She sang an encore of "Mercury" a cappella, and her clear voice made the audience hold their breath.

Similarly, Bai Zixiu and Mo Tao opened the door, Bai Zixiu gave B, and Mo Tao gave B.

Except for Li Yuge, all the other teachers gave him an A grade for passing the test. There is no doubt that his strength is not weak, but from Li Yuge's professional perspective, there are still some issues with his aura.

Zhao Yang sat on the level below Wen Yuan. The two shook hands and exchanged glances, conveying a clear understanding. Zhao Yang also noticed the envious and jealous looks from Bai Shanyan's trio on the side. Their group's score wasn't as high as the two of them, so they were sitting at the lower end of the pyramid.

On the stage, the spotlight suddenly shone down.

Bo Bing's heart began to beat uncontrollably, and she even felt strangely dizzy.

"Keep going, I want to see you on the pyramids."

Jiang Wenqing took the coat from Bo Bing and said in a nonchalant tone, to which Bo Bing smiled slightly.

This guy is a bit arrogant, but don't worry about him.

"Yes, see you later."

[Please do everything in your power to survive, host.]

Wen Yuan and Zhao Yang watched the man walk onto the stage. In his cold and resolute eyes lay a deep ambition and desire.

Some people have a truly magical aura; with just a few silent steps, their heavy sense of oppression and control can make the audience fall silent on their own.

Liang Ziyan muttered to herself, "This trainee has such a strong presence."

It can be heard clearly even in a quiet environment.

Bo Bing knelt on the ground, head bowed, his half-dry white shirt clinging to his muscular body, exuding explosive power.

The song he chose for the stage was "Amin" by singer Liu Yewei, a song with a very cinematic feel that tells the story of ordinary people struggling to make a living. It was also one of his favorite songs from his previous life.

—A guy who climbed up from the bottom, isn't he?

As the music started, some audience members were already gasping in surprise. Unlike the cool and edgy street dance and traditional Chinese dance, this was the first time someone had danced to a song that reflected reality on stage.

[Powerful] mode is now activated, boosting your prestige.

[Physical Activity] is now enabled, allowing you to unleash your full physical potential.

【Title: Shamate】Is already equipped, giving you the deepest sense of immersion.

Please try your best to live on!

The system said this a second time, and Bo Bing could no longer hear the outside noise.

The music not only resonated in the studio, but also in his mind.

Amin said he rides his bicycle fast.

I put my younger sister in the front seat.

There's stock later that can earn twenty yuan.

But he couldn't afford a tricycle.

The simply dressed young man slowly stood up to the music, making walking motions, his face showing a just-right simple smile and the simplicity of the working people. It was as if he were a memory, or as if he were Ah Ming, riding a bicycle carrying goods, unable to afford a tricycle, with his girlfriend, showing off to his friends how fast he could ride a bicycle, waving his hand, which was also waving his blood and sweat, struggling for an uncertain future.

I dreamt I made a fortune and found several hundred yuan on the street.

I bought a tricycle, some vegetables, and two pieces of pig's trotters for each person.

However, he woke up smiling to find only a bowl of porridge and no pickled vegetables.

The young man slumped to the ground, eyes closed, and gently supported his body, curled up as if in a beautiful dream. He then rolled over, overjoyed at finding the money, swaying unsteadily as if searching for the boundary between reality and dreams in cotton.

Thin Ice, supporting himself high, leaped and fell, finally crashing heavily to the ground at the peak of his jump. He opened his eyes, a stiff smile still lingering on his lips, but his face was streaked with tears. After the fleeting dream, he asked his brother, and also himself, listlessly trying to escape this unbearable reality.

If you're not born lucky, you'll end up empty-handed.

There's no such thing as a free lunch.

Don't be silly, there are still feet and hands missing.

If you want to succeed, you have to dare to take risks.

In this good world, all roads lead to the same destination.

[Don't worry about not finding your own people]

The lyrics shift, and the young man's movements become more expansive, as if he is working or encouraging himself. Stumbling but constantly moving forward, the young man kneels on the ground, grabbing his collar and roaring in anger, veins bulging on his forehead, his face flushed red, tears and sweat streaming down his face, striving for the four wheels he has sought in his life.

Just when people were getting excited, the song suddenly changed its style and became cold.

Now that this has happened, why are you still blaming him? He's already in such a state.

【Let me go find Baqian first. Baqian, where do I go to find him?】

The song begins with indifferent dialogue.

Bo Bing lay on the ground, panting heavily. His eyes had lost their former luster. He stretched out his hand as if to grab something, but in the end, he grabbed nothing.

The music stopped abruptly here, leaving a blank space.

In the close-up shot from the high-definition stage camera, the tears that had been hanging in the corners of Bo Bing's eyes finally fell—and, along with his hand, slammed heavily onto the floor.