Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

A sense of chaos.

The thin ice was somewhat chaotic.

The nauseating metallic smell, even though his strength and speed were above average, his 12-point physique was only a passing grade among the working class.

Unlike those who work every day, his body wasn't used to such high-intensity labor. It was like the feeling of someone who doesn't exercise every day occasionally running a long-distance race.

The moonlight, shrouded in clouds, resembled a cold, lead-gray stone sculpture, reflecting a merciless luster.

I don’t know how much time passed.

A sliver of dawn appeared on the horizon, and the darkness of night vanished.

Instead of sitting idly by, Bo Bing cleared his mind. The system suggested that he ride the wave of popularity, which was also a way for him to quickly accumulate fans and traffic. In addition, Bo Bing did not want to let go of the people who framed him.

"The system suggests that you try to ride the coattails of the movie star's popularity, since interacting with him can bring you a lot of exposure."

"What if I say no?" Bo Bing knew very well that after getting to know the movie star privately over the past few days, he also knew that this guy was not as innocent and easy to talk to as he appeared on the surface, and that his fan base was enormous. "With my current size, trying to deal with him would be like throwing an egg against a rock, and might even trigger a backlash from his fans, which would be a losing proposition."

"That's the system's suggestion, but we also respect the host's choice."

Just as Bo Bing breathed a sigh of relief, she heard a piercing electronic sound.

"Due to the company's operations, the host has very few scenes in the pilot episode, resulting in the host having almost no fans, let alone any support groups or big fans. The host knows what this means, right?"

The system's electronic voice paused briefly, then announced, "The best matching keywords found in our database are: riding the wave of popularity, creating a romantic pairing, and torturing fans."

Although Bo Bing had anticipated the development of the pilot episode, the system's statement felt more like a threat than a condemnation or guidance.

One side of the scale is his life, while his actions and choices are the ever-increasing weights on the scale.

"Alpha, may I take this as a threat?"

His tone was thin and cold.

"Sorry," the electronic voice remained emotionless, "the system has no emotional inclinations; everything is for the mission testing of Second Life."

Bo Bing opened her stats panel and character relationship chart, and fell into deep thought.

"I'll handle it myself."

He has always been an extremely vengeful person—not intending to pursue the matter before doesn't mean he's swallowed his anger and truly chosen not to pursue it.

It wasn't until dawn that Bo Bing snapped out of his chaotic thoughts, the soreness in his lower back causing him some slight discomfort.

The 3D image shows a light red muscle strain, with pale green dots surrounding the light red area and repairing it.

"Basic salary, 280 yuan."

"Compensation for night work: 30 yuan."

"Meal allowance, 10 yuan."

[Submit Thin Ice Task]

【总计获得320元，工作时长12h。共搬水泥108袋、金工配件2袋、螺母15件】

Alpha's voice and the program's live chat notifications sounded simultaneously.

Unfortunately, there weren't many viewers left in Bo Bing's dull and boring live stream at this time. Just as he received the light banknote, another Alpha voice rang out.

[Task: Ways to Make Money - Completed]

[Rewards are being weighted]

【Honey Thighs】A combination of sexiness and strength, untamed hormones.

Bo Bing handed Dong Shuchen a steamed bun from the construction site, her face unusually dark with displeasure.

The photographer thought he was getting impatient, so he took the bun from the other person and quickly started eating it.

"No, Alpha, are you kidding me? What the heck is this 'honey thigh' thing?"

"Don't you know, host?"

"What should I know? All I know is that my thighs are inexplicably sore and swollen."

Bo Bing gritted her teeth, "What kind of strange body modification is this now?"

“That’s not quite right,” the system analyzed with perfect rationality. “Host, you must have seen plenty of athletes who have trained quickly at the gym, right?”

"Yes, so what?"

"What body part do you think that athlete focuses on training first and foremost?"

"Isn't that obvious? It's definitely his arms and abs."

Bo Bing frowned. "You mean they don't train their legs?"

That's true. Because leg training is quite painful, some people who want to get fit quickly often choose to train their upper body first. Some internet celebrities have decent upper body muscle development, but their legs show no signs of fitness training at all.

“The system’s database is also screened in this way,” Alpha continued. “That’s why, in order to make the host’s body the most perfectly suited to the entertainment industry, the system will make minor adjustments based on the tendencies of big data, while retaining the host’s original body characteristics.”

Bo Bing was still somewhat skeptical.

However, the system wasn't wrong; if you don't train your legs, your upper and lower body proportions will be unbalanced. And since the system provides rewards for stabilizing your thighs, it seems pretty good.

After such a long period of training, Bo Bing's body is no longer as excessively thin as the original owner's.

Although his body wasn't in perfect condition, he was lean and strong, with each muscle possessing tremendous explosive power, which could be considered a state of slightly overflowing hormones.

Bo Bing secretly observed her legs and wondered if it was just her imagination, but they seemed a little stronger than before.

So he felt at ease.

The live stream had stopped, and the cameraman had replaced the battery and turned it on, but because it was morning, there were only a little over a hundred people in Bo Bing's live stream, and it was unknown how many of them were actually watching.

Some people were just looking for trouble, while others were fans of the Bai brothers. Seeing that Bo Bing had made money, they wanted to mock him for being so filthy and pathetic, like a stray dog.

Of course, there were still quite a few fans of Yin Su and 404 group who started cursing each other in just a few words.

Bo Bing returned to her dormitory and quietly opened the door.

Yin Su, who was in the opposite bed, hadn't woken up yet, so the production crew only dared to film briefly outside the door and call it a day.

Bo Bing was about to go to the bed to get a change of clothes, but he stopped in his tracks.

The guy opposite him was facing his bed, wrapped in a blanket with only his messy head showing. He looked nothing like his usual cunning self. Even without makeup, the still handsome Bo Bing found him extremely irritating. He didn't seem to be sleeping very soundly; his beautiful eyebrows were furrowed, and his long hair was scattered haphazardly around the bed.

A restless fellow.

Like a sleepy little wolf cub, it's restless even when it's asleep.

Bo Bing looked at the ahoge (cowlick) on the other person's head and was inexplicably amused by the sense of familiarity, which made her smile.

He himself was unaware that his nerves, which had been tense due to the system's threat, relaxed somewhat because of the other person's sleeping face.

The cement dust was too pungent, so Bo Bing chose to go straight into the bathroom.