Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

This was just a small episode in Bo Bing's exam preparation life.

Yin Zhao transferred 5,000 yuan to his card for medical treatment, which made Bo Bing think that this guy was quite stingy, not even giving 10,000 yuan. But as the saying goes, even a small amount is still money. 5,000 yuan is enough for many people in this era to cover their family expenses for two months.

Yin Yan was taken back. He Jinlan said that even He Qingyu was punished, but that's another story.

Miao Cui, that pretty young lady in Western-style dress, somehow went back without a trace. Yin Yan's mother didn't have the courage to take responsibility for the setback and Yin Yan's escape, so Yin Zhao had to step in and take the blame within the family.

Fortunately, Miao Cui didn't seem to be a petty person, nor did she make a fuss about it. After all, she was a young lady from a prominent family, and her courage and knowledge were extraordinary. Even when she saw the shooting scene and the inhuman fighting scene, she remained calm.

Yin Su always complained that he always encountered strange things when he went out. Bo Bing thought that it was normal, and no one could stand such frequent events.

It seems that I, a nobody, have also gained the wings of a butterfly. Although I don't know which way things will go, I may have unknowingly changed the fate of many people.

With only half a month left to prepare for the exam, Bo Bing stayed obediently in the house to study. The injury on his left arm had healed a bit, but the cast was still on, so he wasn't very mobile.

Yin Su seemed secretly pleased with Bo Bing's decision to stay at home, turning down unimportant announcements and spending every day with her handling work.

He claimed to be accompanying her, but he acted more like a rogue, following Bo Bing wherever she went.

Both of them usually start their work in the morning. During this time, Bo Bing usually gets up first to study, leaving Yin Su to laze around in bed during his non-work hours.

Bo Bing has an obsession with exams.

When Yin Su got up and went to the study, he would always see a young man buried in his studies at the table.

"My godfather got up very early."

Yin Su stretched, hugged a cushion, leaned against the desk, and watched the young man study with great interest.

The papers on the table had already piled up into a small stack, with traces of blue-black ink on them. The ink had penetrated the paper and spread out on the paper under its own weight.

"Lazybones," Bo Bing glanced up at the long-haired beauty in pink pajamas and a matching nightcap, looking like she was shooting a pajama commercial. The young man snorted in dissatisfaction, continued reading his book, and ordered Yin Su to make him a strong cup of tea.

Film and television directing.

Yin Su glanced at it and was initially surprised by Bo Bing's choice, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the young man's decision was very farsighted.

Young people's appearance is not an advantage in non-directing majors. Coupled with various variables, choosing acting as a long-term career path is not a good one. A career in directing may have a longer lifespan and a wider range of choices, without having to be in front of the camera.

Film and television, singers, and trainees each have their own barriers.

A singer who remains popular for a long time is rare. The first thing that comes to mind is the condition of the voice. No matter how much you protect your voice, as you get older, the condition of your voice will slowly decline after its peak. The function of organs such as the lungs and vocal cords will also gradually decline. There are very few evergreen singers in the music industry.

Even though singers value their voices, only a few possess exceptional physical talent. Evergreen singers don't stay evergreen forever, and older singers inevitably fall short of their peak selves; this is the essence of a hero's decline.

The film and television industry is better than the singing industry, but the entry requirements are still very strict. Being good-looking is just one way to enter the industry. You also need luck, talent, capital, and even a unique kind of ugliness to stand firm in the industry for a long time.

Like singers, actors are also constrained by aging, which is unfriendly to some actors who rely on their looks. Therefore, everyone is pursuing anti-aging and preservation in order to slow down the industry's elimination of them. Unlike singers, actors with solid skills can rely on their skills to act until old age. They have to deal with the decline of their physical functions. However, if they have fame, it is also a good choice to transform into various roles. In fact, the performance cycle of playing ugly roles can be longer.

Trainees combine the problems of singers and actors. Trainees who rely on singing and dancing will see their face, body and voice decline as they get older. Trainees who rely on their fan base to support them will take on advertisements and commercial performances. The better ones will appear on variety shows to earn some money and increase their popularity.

However, they are the group that most need to make a transformation before the age of thirty. We have heard of middle-aged singers and middle-aged actors, but middle-aged trainees do not seem to have much industry competitiveness. It is difficult to become a singer at this age. Some trainees will try to find a big name or an opportunity to enter the film and television industry, so that they can retain some fan base and gain a career in film and television. Others will switch to behind-the-scenes work. Those who fail to make a transformation will be eliminated from the trainee group quickly, after all, fans are fickle.

Singers can switch to arranging, actors can switch to directing and producing their own films, and trainees may also switch to behind-the-scenes work.

Yin Su placed the tea on the young man's table.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that what was behind the scenes was a way out that the young man had prepared for himself in advance.

Bo Bing took a breath, her eyes lighting up. "The tea has been changed?"

"Premium Longjing tea".

Yin Su smiled.

"Teacher Yin Su is so generous!" The young man blew on the water, took a big sip, and showed a satisfied expression. "Strong tea!"

The snow is still falling outside.

Yin Su started working in his pajamas. The two sat at opposite desks, neither disturbing the other. The sound of Bo Bing turning pages and Yin Su typing on the keyboard blended together harmoniously.

The humidifier was doing its job dutifully, with the soft sound of water accompanying the two of them.

For lunch, we had steak, and for dinner, we had a private meal cooked by Yin Su.

After dinner, the two moved their workspace to the bedroom.

After showering, the two snuggled up on a bed. Bo Bing stared at the documents with worry, while Yin Su stared blankly at Bo Bing.

A gentle, eye-protecting light shone on the two of them.

"Narrative patterns and cultural connotations of genre films," Bo Bing rubbed her eyes, leaned lazily on the shoulder of the person next to her, and showed the questions in her hand to Yin Su. "Teacher Yin Su, take a look. After I've written down the parts I need to memorize, is there anything I need to revise?"

"Let me see."

Yin Su closed his laptop and placed it to the side, casually patted the young man's head on his shoulder, and picked up the paper in his hand to examine it line by line.

The young man relied on his strength and thus failed to knock away the man's mischievous hand.

Based on his experience, Yin Su marked a few places and made minor modifications.

In that short time, Yin Su held the revised paper, but could hear the young man's even and steady breathing.

"Adoptive father?"

The young man didn't reply, but slowly slid into the warm bed and pulled the other person in with him.

"You've worked hard," the man said, feeling the softness of the blankets and the familiar warmth of the young man's body, which brought him comfort and peace of mind.

Yin Su thought for a moment, then reached for the bedside lamp with one hand.

--"Good night."