Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The autumn rain is continuous.

After Yin Su and Bai Zixiu finished their afternoon filming, the actors next to them applauded their performance.

"Rest, rest! The actors should have dinner to replenish their energy! Staff will coordinate shift changes!"

"Check the equipment! Check the gear! Contact the directors over there to prepare for filming!"

"Props team! Hurry, get moving!"

Wang Chang's assistants and staff shouted through a megaphone.

Yin Su walked to the sidelines, took the hot towel that Sun Qiuping brought him, and wiped his face with it. The hot steam relaxed his sore and tired eyes.

Bai Zixiu glanced around, then grabbed an energy drink to replenish his energy. "Where's Bo Bing?"

Sun Qiuping put away the towel and Yin Su's script. "He's still sleeping. Should we wake him up for dinner?"

“Tonight’s night shoot is Bo Bing’s final scene, which he’s filming all night. He won’t have the energy if he doesn’t eat,” Yin Su sighed. Seeing Sun Qiuping preparing to leave, he stood up again. “Take dinner to my dressing room first, and I’ll go find him.”

"I'll be right back," Bai Zixiu said, turning around as if nothing was amiss, then revealing an impatient expression. "Someone's looking for me, I'll go check it out."

Bo Bing didn't sleep soundly.

So the moment someone touches your shoulder in the dark, you reflexively jump up.

Caught off guard, the man was grabbed by the neck and slammed onto the cushion by the young man, who then straddled the man's waist.

Yin Su was stunned for a moment after being thrown, followed by difficulty breathing.

The body heat that wasn't his own was being suppressed on his abdomen. Looking up in the dim light from the side, he saw the young man on top of him just looking down at him, showing no intention of letting go.

Quiet.

"Godfather," Yin Su smiled, his hands touching the hand that Bo Bing was holding around his neck, his voice low, "are you going to kill me?"

His movements were extremely slow, the corners of his lips curled up with a secret delight, and his amorous peach blossom eyes were filled with a soft, watery light. The way his hands clung to the other person's wrists added a touch of romance to the dimly lit room.

The other party did not respond.

“Yin Su”.

The man looked at Bo Bing with a slight hint of doubt.

"you......"

The young man's bangs obscured his eyes, and he tried to utter words with difficulty.

Do you like Shaoying?

The neurons that think transmit information in a mere instant.

Reason prevailed in time, preventing Bo Bing from speaking.

There seemed to be the sound of dripping water in his mind, and the scene of his confrontation with Bai Zixiu reappeared in his mind. At that time, Bai Zixiu did not directly refute his question, but used a rhetorical question.

How did I reply at the time?

Thin Ice Memories.

—People in the entertainment industry are likely to be bisexual.

Yin Su also has the ability to make everyone fall head over heels for him.

But then again, who this guy likes is none of my business, as long as I don't accidentally hurt him.

【Yes】

That's all.

Bo Bing withdrew her hand without a word, stood up, and said indifferently, "Never mind... I have nothing to say to you."

He took a few steps and found that Yin Su, who had gotten up, was still sitting on the cushion, quietly watching him.

"Didn't you call me for dinner when it was mealtime?" The young man's face showed an unusual look of confusion.

"Aren't you going to ask me anymore?" The man stood up, seemingly still absorbed in the previous topic, straightening his disheveled collar as he approached the young man. "Or... is your godfather disappointed in me?"

"Don't overthink it," Bo Bing said, turning around to open the door after hearing the other person's voice. "I just feel it's unnecessary."

The man stood behind the young man and helped him hold up the heavy door panel. "It seems you already have your own conclusion."

always like this.

The young man remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

"Dictator," Yin Su laughed, his expression unreadable, clearly with a hint of sarcasm, "to you, other people's opinions have never mattered."

Bo Bing walked ahead of Yin Su, her mood also inexplicable.

“Those who rely on other people’s ideas to survive are mindless puppets,” Bo Bing said, walking against the light from the corridor and standing in the shadow of the elevator. “If I were to ‘survive’ on something like that, I wouldn’t be alive today.”

Yin Su followed Bo Bing into the elevator, his hands in his pockets, looking at the two blurry figures reflected in the gray metal elevator doors, without saying a word.

After finishing their dinner, the two went downstairs.

The crew's bus driver drove the actors to another location that the crew had temporarily rented.

The set was an abandoned amusement park with a Ferris wheel in the center for filming. The colored lights were powered on during the trial because the crew needed to use them, and it was clear that some of the lights were broken. There was also rust on the Ferris wheel's frame, where the green paint had peeled off.

The Ferris wheel's steel frame forms a flat circle on both sides, providing platforms for people to pass through. The facility is nearly 88 meters tall, which, while not exactly the tallest among Ferris wheels, highlights the difficulty of taking photos here.

The props team, martial arts instructor, and directing team checked the two's movement route. The two needed to start the Ferris wheel's power during the fight, and then jump and fight their way from the lower Ferris wheel room to the uppermost Ferris wheel room, including many actions that involved jumping between iron bars and supports with the help of wires.

To achieve the desired effect, no stunt doubles will be used in this scene. Wang Chang's idea is to take safety precautions and have the two actors rehearse the route several times before going on set.