Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing was fast asleep, her head resting on Yin Su's shoulder, her hands softly wrapped around his neck. She looked extremely tired and drunk.

As soon as Yin Su stepped out, he put on a hat and mask, supported the young man's body with his right hand, held an umbrella with his left hand, and let the other man's legs rest loosely on his waist.

The air around my neck was ticklish from the other person's breath, yet it brought a sense of comfort.

"It would be nice to live such a peaceful life forever," Yin Su thought, but his intuition was strong: it would be hard to find peace where his godfather was.

He Jinlan habitually parked her car in the underground garage of the Bobing residential area.

Back in the house.

Yin Su tried to put the person down, but his hair was being pulled and the person wouldn't let go.

"Let go, Godfather."

The other person was half asleep and whispered something, which Yin Su didn't hear clearly. He turned his head to listen and then heard it clearly.

—"Cola bucket".

Yin Su was so angry he almost laughed.

That drunkard.

It's one thing to live with a younger body, but does that mean we should also adopt a younger mindset?

The guy on the bed was a bit persistent, "Yin Su."

Yin Su pried open Bo Bing's fingers, tidied his disheveled hair, and looked down at the black-haired youth who had collapsed onto the large bed. It was rare that this guy still knew that the person in front of him was him.

Sweet fibers emerge from his heart, coalesce, and instantly transform into alleyways, clouds in the clear sky, and lambs in the mountains. Finally, they separate into warp and weft, woven into a seamless celestial garment, carrying his heart slowly upward.

My stomach was empty; even though the drinking party was over, I was still incredibly hungry.

He needs a hunt to satisfy his hunger.

Yin Su's voice was gentle, with a persuasive patience and an imperceptible malice, "At a time like this, even calling my name won't help."

With his eyes locked on, he easily bit his prey's throat.

Bo Bing turned her face to the side, gasping for breath, and lost her balance.

—The place they are in is Atlantis, which is rapidly sinking in the ocean.

As the priest said:

This is divine punishment.

When Bo Bing woke up, she smelled the aroma of cooked food.

He glanced at the time; it was 11:25. The aroma wafting from the kitchen suggested it was lunch. His phone was flooded with messages of concern, and he realized then that he was quite popular. He took a sip of warm water from the thermos someone had thoughtfully placed on his bedside table and quickly replied to the messages.

Without even raising my hand, I could tell from the touch that I had changed into clean pajamas, and my hair smelled of pure white shower gel and had been blown clean, so I didn't have a migraine.

The two watches, both from the same brand A and B, were taken out and placed side by side in a jewelry box, lined with a carefully folded velvet cloth, neatly arranged on the bedside table—a treatment that even the expensive auctioned watch had never received, creating a peculiar atmosphere.

Bo Bing felt that the jewelry box looked familiar, and when he walked out of the bedroom, he suddenly realized that the exquisite jewelry box originally contained Lu Shuang's things, but now it was occupied by the two of their watches.

It's both laughable and absurd.

The teeth marks on her neck were very obvious. Bo Bing held a toothbrush in her mouth, lowered her eyes slightly, and then a cold electronic voice sounded in her ear.

[Yongquan] is activated.

The stinging sensation was replaced by a cooling sensation, and the slightly swollen mark was instantly covered with a layer of green light. By the time Bo Bing finished washing up, the original mark had completely disappeared.

Bo Bing changed into a jacket and short-sleeved shirt, walked out of the kitchen, and saw a handsome man wearing pajamas and a blue and white checkered apron that didn't match his own style, carefully ladling out soup and tasting it.

"You don't match at all."

Bo Bing leaned against the kitchen door and broke the silence, "What did you say to Guan Yinshan last night?"

"Do we have to talk about such serious topics as soon as we wake up?"

Yin Su turned off the stove, turned his head, and said calmly, "I'm just telling the truth. It's only right that we ask them to keep this a secret for now."

“If you hadn’t gone with the past, none of this would have happened,” Bo Bing said, picking up her food. “There have been enough things going on lately. Go back when you’ve had your fun.”

Yin Su was clearly taken aback. "Are you trying to get rid of me?"

"I didn't mean to kick you out, but public figures should be self-aware. If you get photographed, it will be very troublesome."

Bo Bing sighed and immediately explained to the man, "I'm very busy, Yin Su, and I don't want you to be affected by me."

Yin Su is too conspicuous. He can't let the other person hang around him all the time. He's too conspicuous and easily becomes a target for paparazzi, which will also draw attention to him. Although he couldn't avoid this when he entered the entertainment industry, he is still an unknown person and it's not suitable for him to be the target of public attention.

The same car purchase generates completely different levels of buzz compared to an ordinary person buying a Lamborghini versus a wealthy person buying one.

Alpha once said that his extraordinary power was the key to unlocking the "disaster." Whether it was the main storyline or a mission he was entrusted with in a time of crisis, whenever Yin Su appeared by his side, he would feel more worried, and this feeling was very unpleasant.

Yin Su was unaware of this, but he keenly sensed Bo Bing's thoughts.

"Are you afraid that paparazzi will photograph you with me, which would affect your career plans?"

Yin Su tilted his head and smiled, "Or are you afraid that I'll go along with it and directly link us to marketing?"

Everyone is afraid.

Bo Bing spoke the truth.

"If I really do that, will my godfather be able to do anything about it?"

Yin Su took a piece of fruit with a fork.

"Have."

Bo Bing wiped her mouth. "But I don't want to do that for now."

"me too."

Yin Su's gaze locked onto the young man's eyes. "I have patience, so I don't want to do that for now."

No matter how you respond, it's wrong.

Seeing that Bo Bing didn't reply, the man stood up, took a bottle of cola from the refrigerator, and placed it in front of her. "Don't drink alcohol if you have a hangover, have some cola. I don't know who it was last night, but they kept begging me for a bucket of cola..."

Is that true?

Bo Bing stared at the Coke in front of her, paused for a moment, then twisted open the lid and took a sip.

It's very fizzy, but it tastes great.

Yin Su settled down there for the time being.

He was clearly not a free man. Even though he had turned down some performance invitations recently, he still had a lot of regular business to attend to at his company and family business. When he was busy, Bo Bing couldn't even talk to him. She even gave him the guest room to use as a study for his work. Xiao Peilin also reported on his business more frequently.

With the T Summit just around the corner, Bo Bing is extremely busy.

Just a week later, Sun Qiuping suddenly sent a temporary invitation to be a stuntman for a mid-budget online drama series. It wasn't for Yin Su, but for Bo Bing.

"Green Ants" is an urban action drama. The name itself is an elegant term used in ancient times to refer to the foam on the surface of unfiltered new wine, because the wine dregs are as fine as ants and have a greenish color. The title here actually alludes to some snakes, insects and rats that appear in the virtual city J1. Of course, these guys can't escape being filtered out by the security patrol team in the end.

Sun Qiuping's idea was simple: although the film was mainly action-oriented, the dramatic scenes were also quite good, which was very suitable for an actor like Bo Bing. In addition, the director on the other side had personally invited Bo Bing, so he had to inform his boss no matter what.

This is the third installment in the series, which has the potential to popularize anti-fraud awareness. The first two films are "Flying on the Grass" (representing the snake) and "Swarm of Bees and Butterflies" (representing the insect).

The role offered to Bo Bing was a last-minute invitation. According to the director, the film was already more than halfway through, and an actor who was supposed to appear in the second half had to cancel his contract due to a scheduling conflict.

This role requires both fighting and acting skills, but the actor can't be too righteous, too magnanimous, or too fashionable. Their appearance can't be too outstanding, and they need to be someone who provokes hatred. With all these requirements combined, and given that it was a last-minute offer, even the director was somewhat at a loss. After all, well-known and skilled actors wouldn't watch web dramas, and less famous actors would have to be screened for both appearance and acting skills—by the time it takes to finish the screening process, who knows when it would be over.

At this point, Chen Shicheng, who played the male lead in the film, suggested that Bo Bing give it a try. After seeing Bo Bing's performance, the director slapped his thigh and agreed to the suggestion, and extended an invitation to the company.

This film follows a tradition where characters from the previous film who survived may reprise their roles in subsequent installments.

Bo Bing's role is quite significant. He was originally slated to be the second male lead in the final installment of the four-part series, "The Rat Peeping at the Lamp." This is a very good role, and if it weren't for a recommendation, a minor actor like Bo Bing would never have had the opportunity to participate.

Yin Su flipped through the script and fell into deep thought.