Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Do you have a target university?

Bo Bing stretched her body in relaxation. "Where do you want to go?"

"X University," the boy answered without hesitation, "X City is close to home, not too far, so I can often go back to see my mother... and my brother."

X University's admission scores are also quite high. Although they cannot compare to the two prestigious universities in Beijing, they hold a decisive position in the fields of electronics, information technology, and national defense.

Even though Bo Bing hadn't attended any prestigious university, she had heard of X University. In a small place like L City, it was quite remarkable to have a student from X University. Moreover, in the Li family's hometown in the back countryside, there weren't any proper college students.

They either go to junior college or vocational school, or vocational school, or they go to work early like Bo Bing did in her previous life. Earning money to make a living is the priority. Who can afford to send a child to university for four years? Those who are better off go to teacher training colleges or vocational schools. They can find jobs to make a living after graduation and don't have to pay tuition.

The entire Li family is counting on Bo Yuntian.

The first college student in the village—that sounds pretty impressive.

"Just focus on your studies," Bo Bing said, staring at the ceiling. "I can earn money, so you don't need to worry about college tuition. If you do well on your exams, I'll give you a congratulatory college degree next year."

City X.

If I pass the cutoff score, the Film Academy in X City is in the same area as my younger brother's target school. There are only a few university campuses in X City, so it will be convenient to help each other out.

But he didn't say it out loud, because if he didn't pass the exam, he still had to save face for his brother, right?

It doesn't matter if I don't pass the exam. The factory in L City is just the beginning. No matter how it develops, X City is one of the important hubs for the development of the medicinal herb economy. At worst, it will develop for three to five years and can also take care of Bo Yuntian.

"My brother is so good to me."

Bo Yuntian smiled and said, "Brother, I'm going to evening self-study now. Tomorrow is Christmas, so go out and get something nice to eat."

"Okay, take care of yourself and study hard."

Bo Bing glanced at her phone and tied a red and green ribbon around a gift box next to her.

—A pretty bow.

Bo Bing was still thinking that her packing skills hadn't deteriorated at all.

She's still so beautiful.

Hearing someone coming upstairs, the young man knew who it was without turning around. With a flick of his wrist, he concealed the gift box under the table without changing his expression.

"Godfather," the man said, tossing his scarf on the table, his eyes crinkling with a smile. "I'm back."

"You're back."

Bo Bing turned on the TV, stood up, and said, "Are you tired? What would you like to eat? I'll make it."

"Huh?" Yin Su smiled gently. "Is this a reward for me?"

"Anything is fine to eat?"

The man sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. His body under his shirt was flawless, exuding a mature masculinity. His long hair fell loose, making him look like a supermodel on a magazine cover.

"This guy's hair seems to have grown quite a bit," Bo Bing thought, stroking her chin, before replying aloud.

"Eating people is not allowed," then thought for a moment, "Eating shit is not allowed either... I'll do it myself."

"Godfather really knows how to ruin the atmosphere," the man said helplessly, pulling the young man over. "If you want seafood, you don't need to lift a finger today. I've already made a reservation, and a waiter will bring it over soon."

The food arrived quickly, and the two snuggled together to watch TV, exchanging a few words every now and then.

Why isn't Godfather eating shrimp?

Yin Su looked up in confusion, then realized that Bo Bing couldn't use her left hand. "Let me do it."

The man peeled the shrimp with great skill, and Bo Bing couldn't help but stare at his fingers.

Those hands with distinct knuckles didn't look like they were peeling shrimp; they looked like they were sculpting some kind of work of art, a sight to behold.

So much so that when the man finished peeling the mask and gestured to him, Bo Bing opened his mouth on his own.

A bright red tongue.

Yin Su paused for a moment, then gently placed the shrimp on the tip of the young man's tongue.

His fingertips brushed against the delicate warmth, but the young man was so engrossed in savoring the shrimp's freshness that he seemed oblivious.

Yin Su curled his fingers, his fingertips were slightly hot, and he unconsciously pressed his cheek against his fingertips in an attempt to cool them down.

"Delicious!" The young man leaned closer, attempting to devour the shrimp that Yin Su had specially peeled. "I'll take them all."

"As long as it tastes good," Yin Su smiled.

How to do it?

—An unstoppable soft heart.

Tomorrow is Christmas.

The young man casually brought up the holiday.

"Yes, it's so nice to be able to spend the holiday with you," Yin Su said, wiping his hands. "I don't know how to explain it, but it makes me feel very at ease."

"is it?"

The young man pondered how to naturally bring up the topic and then present the gift in his hand.

“I’m not lying,” Yin Su leaned closer. “Today is Christmas Eve.”

"so what?"

Bo Bing didn't understand what he meant.

"so......"

As if performing magic, Yin Su produced a small box tied with a ribbon, saying, "Merry Christmas Eve."

—May you be safe and sound.

Thin Ice opened the box.

Under the warm light, a bright red apple lay quietly at the bottom.

An enticing aroma.

Sweet juice.

Crisp sound.

Perhaps she was in a daze, otherwise how could Bo Bing have imagined the taste of an apple in her mouth?

The black-haired youth took out an apple and quietly examined it under the light.

"Apples are a boring fruit."

The young man heard his own voice.

“But there are also times when it’s not boring, Godfather,” Yin Su covered the young man’s hand, his eyes filled with a different emotion, “They are interesting and rare things.”

"The forbidden fruit of Eden," the young man chuckled, subtly withdrawing his hand.

He held the apple between himself and Yin Su, right in front of them.

"Eat it."

Yin Su stared at the scarlet apple in front of him.

—We will know good and evil like gods.

No one continued the conversation.

The young man casually took a few bites of the apple, and under Yin Su's surprised gaze, he bent down and pulled a gift box from under the table.

"Merry Christmas."

Yin Su opened the gift; inside was a hair tie with a Santa hat logo, which felt fluffy to the touch.

Used to scoop out hair when washing your face.

"My godfather is so thoughtful."

Yin Su immediately tied his hair up. "Does this look appropriate for me?"

Under the lights, the object shone brightly, like a beautiful jade or pearl.

"So beautiful," the young man said, his eyes darkening slightly. "Indeed, it suits anything."

“Great, then I don’t need to put Christmas stockings by my bed anymore,” Yin Su said, holding the young man’s wrist with focused eyes. “Santa Claus has finally arrived riding his reindeer.”

"wrong."

Bo Bing lifted the movie star's chin with one hand.

—"This year, Santa Claus came in a truck."