Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The telephone is ringing.

Bo Bing answered groggily, "Who is this?"

"Still half asleep? It's me, Wang Ning." The person who came was none other than Wang Ning, Bo Bing's roommate. He was inviting Bo Bing to a dinner party. "Fatty is back from his trip to the Southwest. He's working on some materials right now. He said he's treating everyone tonight and invited a bunch of classmates to get together. Are you coming?"

"Oh, who else?"

"Oh my, didn't you know? Liu Xuesheng, the goddess of the entertainment department next door, is here too. Fatty has a lot of influence. The low-budget short drama he filmed last time was a hit on Eggplant TV, and the leading goddess became famous. Now she's signed with an agency," Wang Ning swallowed. "I heard... I heard she's in talks for an urban drama and becoming a big star is just around the corner."

Bo Bing felt the arm wrapped around her waist, struggled slightly, and resignedly pushed the microphone between the two of them. Only then did the other person settle down contentedly.

“I’ve never met her,” Bo Bing said carefully, “It would be a bit awkward to go, so maybe we shouldn’t.”

"What's the big deal? As long as Fatty's here, we can just come for a meal. He wasn't here last time we graduated, and all of us photography enthusiasts didn't even get a group photo," Wang Ning said casually. "Besides, the goddess is bringing some girlfriends, so even if we don't get to eat, just looking is fine..."

Bo Bing, her face full of black lines, retorted, "Really not for those girlfriends?"

“Not entirely… Oh dear, you've got a beautiful woman picking you up in a luxury car, but my happiness is just around the corner,” Wang Ning’s voice was slightly weaker. “Fifth floor of the Imperial City, Qingshan Hall, eight o’clock tonight. See you there.”

After saying that, fearing that Bo Bing might not agree, he added before hanging up, "If you don't come next time, don't ask your brother to bring you materials."

The moment the call ended, someone pinched my buttock hard, bringing back the pain from being slapped that morning.

Bo Bing gritted her teeth and kicked the other person without any politeness, "Princess, what have I done to offend you again?"

"A beautiful woman driving a luxury car?" Yin Su smiled meaningfully. "Going to a nightclub again tonight? It seems Boss Bo is really busy with business."

The last few words were practically spat out through gritted teeth.

Bo Bing rolled her eyes at him, got out of bed and put on her clothes. "Didn't Lü Shuang need to talk to me?"

The [Yongquan] event has ended.

System restart complete.

A blue screen flashed by.

Mental strength has returned to normal.

Physical strength has returned to normal.

The mechanical sound of Alpha's engine rang in her ears, but Bo Bing pretended nothing had happened and glanced at the time.

Half past five in the afternoon.

Isn't it almost lunchtime?

“I want to go too,” Yin Su said abruptly, “or you can stay home and rest with me.”

Bo Bing paused in her actions, frowning. "Why are you coming with me to a place like that? Even if the three-time Golden Horse Award winner only shows part of his face, his fans will recognize him."

Yin Su's face is too international. X City is not a small place like L City. If the movie star were to be caught by paparazzi showing up at a nightclub, he would be chopped to pieces by Sun Qiuping and his fans.

"Can't a godfather change his appearance?"

Yin Su looked up into the young man's eyes and smiled innocently. "I don't mind going out like this. Anyway, those paparazzi won't dare to write anything about me."

Blatant coercion.

Bo Bing kicked him again.

After washing up, Bo Bing activated [Makeup Skill - Advanced] and applied makeup to Yin Su.

Yin Su's bone structure was exceptionally good, making it clear that he was not suitable to be directly transformed into an ordinary appearance. Bo Bing also remembered Alpha's warning, knowing that being too ordinary was also a kind of extraordinary.

Therefore, when Bo Bing made the changes, she retained one outstanding feature and styled him to resemble a second-generation rich kid. She used soft silicone material from film and television props to slightly adjust Yin Su's bone structure, making his jaw wider, his cheekbones higher, his temples wider, and his overall features more angular, making him look more like a local. She concealed the mole between his eyebrows and his eyebrows with concealer, and used shading to change the structural details of his skin.

"How about it?"

Bo Bing put down the brush; the whole process took no more than 20 minutes, a truly remarkable skill.

Yin Su opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked somewhat surprised.

The person in the mirror looked completely different. The mole between his eyebrows had disappeared, replaced by a fine line that was almost imperceptibly drawn on. His frown looked even more realistic. His eyebrows were lightly covered, and his eye sockets were slightly deep, giving him a handsome look. He looked like a wealthy person with a deep mind.

"That's impressive," Yin Su said obediently, waiting for the other party to make a move, while braiding his hair into a small boxer braid and tying it up.

After finishing braiding her hair, Bo Bing wondered, "Do you have any clothes?"

“Yes, I thought I might need it when I came last time, so I asked He Jinlan to buy a few sets of casual brand clothes and put them in the wardrobe in the master bedroom,” Yin Su stood up and walked towards the master bedroom. Seeing that he was going to find it himself, Bo Bing went to the living room to find the car keys.

Unexpectedly, five minutes later, a guy exuding a sinister aura emerged.

The man was also carrying several sexy and revealing nightgowns and dresses, some of which looked like they were still unopened.

Yin Su tossed the clothes onto Bo Bing, raised his chin, and looked down at her condescendingly, "If Godfather says he wore them himself, I'll believe him."

Bo Bing sensed a green light emanating from Yin Su's eyes.

Upon entering, it was discovered that there was indeed an unused cabinet crammed with women's clothes and handbags. A BVLGARI full-diamond snake bracelet and Buccellati accessories were casually tossed on the scattered clothes. There were even various expensive loungewear and high heels. It is no exaggeration to say that any one or a few items in there could probably buy the house that Bo Bing is currently living in.

Bo Bing turned around, trying to explain, "I don't know when Lü Shuang came to put it."

Bitter! Bitter!

Yin Su, carrying a bag of overly sexy pajamas, smiled gently, "Chief Lü has really bad taste. Next time, I'll buy some for my godfather to wear."

"No need."

Bo Bing quickly waved her hand, "I feel like that's going too far."

"Well, Chief Lü has a whole cabinet full of women's items and that's not excessive—I don't even have as many clothes as she does."

The veins on Yin Su's hand, which was gripping the other's wrist, bulged, but he still smiled. "Then next time, Godfather, wear it for me to see."

Six crows flew out from above Bo Bing's head at that moment.

8 PM, Royal City Nightclub.

"Hey, Bo Bing, over here, over here!"

Wang Ning was the first to spot Bo Bing and immediately waved. When he saw that there was another person following behind Bo Bing, he became somewhat surprised, "Who is this? A classmate? I've never seen him before."

Bo Bing was followed by a somewhat brooding young man.

"Hello, I'm Bo Bing's distant cousin, you can call me Poppy."

Yin Su extended his hand, and Wang Ning, not daring to be negligent, quickly stood up and shook hands with him. "Cousin, I'm Wang Ning, Bo Bing's good brother and roommate."

"I've heard Xiaobing mention it. Thank you for taking care of our Xiaobing."

"Where."

Bo Bing kicked her "cousin's" shin to signal him not to go too far, and then explained to Wang Ning, "I was originally planning to have dinner with... my cousin, but Fatty wanted to treat us, and my cousin insisted on joining in, so I asked Fatty if it was okay."

“Fatty’s is guaranteed to work, he’s invited a whole bunch of people this time,” Wang Ning said with a grin, immediately launching into a chatter, “Is our cousin a model? His physique and demeanor are amazing.”

The man was tall with long legs, extremely good physique, and his proportions were also amazing. Wang Ning had spent a long time in film and television directing, so he was quite good at judging people.

Yin Su naturally picked up the conversation and immediately got into performance mode, "Yes, young man, you have a good eye for people. I studied abroad before and worked as a model for a while."

“No wonder,” Wang Ning nodded confidently. “I’ve taken a lot of photos of handsome guys in uniforms at our school, and there are very few of them with this ratio.”

When the men and women standing nearby heard that there were models there, and then saw Yin Su, their eyes lit up instantly. They swarmed around Bo Bing and asked for her cousin's contact information, but Yin Su politely declined, saying that he had already taken over the family business and would no longer continue in the modeling industry.

As they were talking, the door to the private room was pushed open, and Fatty, the person who was hosting the dinner, appeared, accompanied by a group of men and women.

"Holy crap, Fatty, you're finally here!"

"You fatso, you skipped our graduation dinner last time, hurry up and make it up to us!"

"Quickly punish yourself with three cups!"

These are the shouts of the senior students, without any malice, just the kind of carefree spirit that comes with being this age.

Bo Bing and Wang Ning stood up and called out, "Fatty."