Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Seven o'clock on the fifteenth.

The door to Bo Bing's house was opened with a key.

The smell of blood.

This was He Jinlan and Yin Su's first thought upon entering the room.

"Hey buddy, why are you sleeping like that?"

He Jinlan put down his umbrella, turned on the light, and the first thing he saw was the young man lying on the floor of the living room. His high level of professionalism made him instantly realize that the smell of blood did not come from the fighting, and that the young man's vital signs were still present, which made him breathe a slight sigh of relief.

The black-haired youth was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, his long, powerful legs casually draped over the sofa, his back lying on the carpet, his lean, grotesque upper body exposed to the air without any cover, and his eyes closed in a strange posture.

The young man felt a strange sense of unease.

But before He Jinlan could think about it further, her thoughts were interrupted.

"This is the standard wartime rest posture for Navy SEALs, which can quickly restore energy," the young man said in a hoarse voice, causing Yin Su, who came in afterward, to frown.

"You go and rest first."

Yin Su unzipped his coat, casually tucked his long hair that had fallen over his shoulder, and spoke in a calm tone.

He Jinlan wisely put down her breakfast and medicine and closed the door.

Yin Su took two steps closer, looking down at the young man. Bo Bing opened her eyes in the shadow cast by the man, and slightly curled the corners of her lips. "The big star is back?"

Familiarity.

sense of violation.

"Father."

Having worked in the entertainment industry for many years, Yin Su had long developed an extremely keen ability to judge people's appearances. The moment he saw the young man's lazy smile, his pupils contracted. He could clearly confirm that the guy in front of him was Bo Bing or Feng Tianhan, the former leader of Ice Age, but there was something strangely different about him.

The appearance... no, it's not, it's more like a change in the skeleton? From a certain angle, even I almost got confused.

She knew very well that her godfather had neither the idea nor the time to have plastic surgery. Moreover, this was more like a change in the distribution of the skull. Just like how different races can change their basic appearance and a small part of their facial bones through high-precision surgery, their skull composition will not have this effect unless they are integrated through craniotomy.

"Hmm?" Bo Bing already had a plan in mind, but she didn't avoid his gaze at all, and even asked him, "Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have flowers on my face?"

Yin Su picked up the boy who was throwing a tantrum on the floor and put him on the sofa, his expression serious. "What happened after I left?"

“No,” Bo Bing said, slightly taken aback. “Why do you say that?”

"Have you noticed that your face now looks somewhat like your face before?"

Yin Su's fingers touched Bo Bing's face as if he were examining an object, his brows furrowing slightly. "I never even noticed this before—from certain angles, there's a strange resemblance."

He remembered what this person looked like when he was twenty-three or twenty-four years old; compared to later rulers, he resembled the young man he was now more.

The man's breath hit the side of her face, and Bo Bing felt a little itchy.

The other party had indeed discovered this.

"Really? Then it seems you care about me quite a bit," Bo Bing had already prepared her answer.

"In a world where even reincarnation is possible, I'm not surprised by anything that happens. There's also the idea that the soul and body are interdependent: the body, as the vessel of the soul, will subtly change its outward appearance along with the soul."

Yin Su paused in his breath.

Is that really the case?

But now, apart from such vague claims, there seems to be no knowledge that can explain this supernatural phenomenon.

However, there are more important things to do right now.

Yin Su grabbed the young man's waist, and saw that the man was so shocked that he almost jumped up, but Yin Su held him down on his leg by the back of his neck with one hand.

"Uh...why are you suddenly pressing me down?"

The black-haired youth's arms were forcibly twisted behind his back. The familiar system skill [Unlock] was not activated by his mental energy. Bo Bing felt a little panicked. His beastly instincts told him that something was wrong. Soon he knew what Yin Su was going to do by holding him down. The pain from his buttocks made him struggle in disbelief.

"Remember, this is the punishment for not eating properly."

Yin Su spoke calmly, slowly moving his numb wrists. Looking at his godfather who was about to cry, he did not back down, "If there is a next time, I will assume that godfather wants to be beaten."

"Next time, I'll smash your brains out, you bastard."

Bo Bing's eyes reddened, and she gritted her teeth, "If only I weren't so weak right now..."

"So I am an opportunist."

Yin Su turned the person over, afraid of really angering them, and then very considerately patted their head.

Oh?

The man's gaze was downward.

Bo Bing's head was still spinning. Without the system and her health, she was no match for Young Master Yin. As her mental energy was drained, her sense of morality also diminished. So she leaned on his shoulder without ceremony and said, "Stop looking."

Yin Su kissed the other's reddened earlobe. "I can do it for you."

The young man tilted his head slightly to look at him, seemingly a little incredulous. "I'm still a patient?"

Patients who don't eat or take their medicine properly are a real headache.

"Sick people are the ones who need to be cared for."

A sinister guy.

The sound of rain, more rain, mixed with the sound of water running as Yin Su washes his hands and the comfortable dehumidifying sound of the air conditioner.

An inexplicable sense of security.

Bo Bing nestled comfortably in bed, wrapped in a blanket, eating the breakfast Yin Su had brought.

"Didn't finish eating?" Yin Su brought in warm water and medicine, looked at the young man playing on his phone by the bedside, and touched his forehead. "Still a low fever, take your medicine later."

Bo Bing knew that a large part of this low-grade fever was due to the system recovering.

"I'll drink now, then I need to go back to sleep," Bo Bing said, finishing her drink in one gulp and shifting slightly inside. "You must be tired from rushing back."

Yin Su readily complied and slipped into bed, snuggling close to him. "What are you laughing at, Godfather?"

“Last night I felt that being a three-time Golden Horse Award winner was so far removed from my life,” Bo Bing touched his sleeve. “I never imagined that today he would be wearing the pajamas I bought and lying in the same bed with me.”

“My godfather really doesn’t know how to take care of himself,” Yin Su said, getting a little angry. “Why doesn’t he eat on time?”

Bo Bing naturally wouldn't say that the system skill had made her dizzy. "The weather is bad, and I have no appetite."

Yin Su slightly lifted his eyelids, "Does the bad weather mean Godfather won't eat?"

"Didn't you come back?"

Bo Bing herself didn't realize how naturally she said those words, as if she was certain the other person would see the message and come back.

With you, even rainy days are beautiful.

Yin Su was also stunned for a moment, then belatedly realized the meaning behind the other person's words, and reached out to hug the person tightly.

What is this, a sweet talk?

—Leaving indelible memories in the place furthest from summer.