Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

When Bo Bing arrived at the film set, there were several trucks parked in the parking lot. They were clearly refrigerated trucks, and a lot of people were gathered around talking. It was unclear whether the film crew had been kind enough to provide them with supplies.

Sun Qiuping glanced in that direction, then turned back and parked the car in a secluded spot, turning off the engine. "I hope today's filming goes smoothly."

It was a cloudy day, but it was still quite hot.

Bo Bing thought.

He was being stared at by many eyes, like spotlights, which made him keenly aware that something was unusual. Even actors he didn't know very well would greet him with a smile, a treatment he hadn't received at all yesterday.

"Xiao Bing, you're here?"

Chen Shicheng was already preparing in the dressing room. "Your fans are really rich."

Bo Bing was completely confused. "What fans?"

With less than 100,000 followers, and who knows how many of them are active, how did this come to be mentioned by the other party?

"Don't you know, Teacher Xiaobing?"

The makeup artist doing Bo Bing's makeup smiled and said, "The supply trucks that came with the crew this morning were delivered by your fan club. The staff is coordinating them now. They're carrying cold drinks, snacks, and supplies, including for the extras. Everyone on the crew will get some!"

?

Bo Bing was somewhat surprised, but he reacted almost instantly. He opened Weibo and indeed found a lukewarm post in the super topic, with only a hundred likes. He saw the banner hanging on the car at the front of the post: "Xiao Bing, Xiao Bing, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice."

Bo Bing couldn't help but laugh at the banner's slogan and continued reading.

"Thanks to our good sisters such as 'Minty Cooling Oil,' 'Xiao Bing's Thigh Accessory 001,' 'Bing Qin Yu Jie Scissors Hand,' 'Bing Xue Qing Cheng,' etc. for their support of the fan club. The materials for this event were sponsored by the fan club's big spender, 'Huai Zhong Shaved Ice.'"

The poster, whose ID is "Not Mint Soy Sauce, But Brain Oil", was the subject of Bo Bing's visit to her profile. Bo Bing discovered that she was a long-time fan who had been following the account for as long as it had been open. Her profile also contained a lot of promotional material and edits about her, including practice videos from when she was still a trainee.

Die-hard fan!

He sent a message to Sun Qiuping, who quickly replied that he had taken the person out of the scene. He had also prepared some gifts for any eventuality, and now they came in handy.

Bo Bing couldn't help but admire the top agent's thorough preparation.

As he and Chen Shicheng walked out, they unexpectedly saw several girls wearing masks outside the scene, waving and holding their support items. He bowed slightly and became excited upon seeing them.

Warm-up is over.

Chen Hongpeng's equipment was also set up, and filming began.

"Act 113 of The Green Ants, Scene 1, Action!"

The moment the clapper sounded, the two faced off instantly.

The positioning and camera work here had been rehearsed countless times yesterday, and today was the first show of the morning, so both of them were in pretty good form.

The camera crane zooms in, giving Chen Mo and Cheng Song a close-up shot each.

Chen Mo's eyes darkened. His pockets were empty of documents. He turned around and hurriedly chased after them.

"Thief! Stop right there!"

The vendors and tourists nearby had never seen anything like this before. Hearing that there was a thief, they quickly looked towards where Cheng Song had left. But seeing Chen Mo's red eyes, they realized that he was probably mentally unstable. Fearing that they might be accidentally hurt, the crowd scattered in an instant.

Cheng Song's face showed a fleeting embarrassment, and he nimbly tried to escape, but Chen Mo was in hot pursuit. In a fit of anger, he drew a sword from a nearby stall and pointed it at Cheng Song's heart.

The terrifying sound of air being torn apart made it clear to the other party that he intended to kill him. Chen Mo was no ordinary person either, so he stepped back and dodged to the side.

Electronic sounds rang in Bo Bing's mind.

[Powerful] Start-up.

[Cold Fire Ignites Ice] Activated.

[Physical Activity Level] Activated.

[Sword Mastery - One-Handed Sword] Activated.

The sound startled both the staff and Chen Shicheng. The sonic boom effect of the sword was not a sound effect. Chen Shicheng thought that yesterday, in order to recreate the effect, the two of them changed the props to real weapons without sharpening. But the lack of sharpening did not hinder Bo Bing's strength. If he had not dodged this move, his breastplate would probably have been broken.

Chen Shicheng reacted to his next move in just 0.1 seconds. His body was faster than his brain. He used one leg to lift the gun behind him and parried the opponent's sword. Both of them returned to their starting positions.

The terrifying aura emanating from Bo Bing was like a chilling aura, emanating from every pore, with the potential to rise into radiant cold.

Chen Shicheng gritted his teeth and steadied his numb wrist. Almost instinctively, his gaze swept over the other person's eyes—a pair of cold, thick black eyes.

The cold, sharp luster of the sword's metal reflected in his eyes, sending chills down one's spine.

Bo Bing stepped down, raised his sword, and the blade in his hand swayed slightly.

The guy opposite me is a true veteran of martial arts; he has real skills. I hope the fight scene with him will end smoothly.

A camera panned from his eyes, which reflected the glint of the sword, to the side, capturing the moment when Bo Bing, having just finished wielding his sword, turned to attack—the venomous eyes reflected on the metal were now slightly veiled in red.

Chen Shicheng's eyes locked onto his opponent's steps almost instantly, faster than his opponent's sword-spinning movements—his hand movements could change, but his footwork was the sign of an attack.

He has been practicing martial arts since elementary school and has over 30 years of experience. Even though martial arts action films have declined in recent years and he has begun to transition to performing martial arts, his instincts still tell him what the opponent's footwork represents.

With a formidable enemy before him, he felt his heart pounding uncontrollably, his adrenaline surging, his blood boiling. The gun in his hand no longer moved with the planned flourishes, but rather with a more natural understanding of martial arts.

The grip on the gun is left-front and right-back, aiming to achieve "front hand like a tube, back hand like a lock"—the left hand grips the middle of the gun body for easy sliding; the right hand locks the butt of the gun, concentrating power in the gun techniques, with the main actions being "block, grab, and thrust," as well as auxiliary actions such as "pointing, striking, chopping, sweeping, flicking, and stirring."

Chen Mo's opening move, the slamming spear, was followed by the flat thrusting spear. The spear in his hand twisted and whistled, its afterimage whipping up like a whip, the tip of the spear aimed straight for the opponent's throat. Cheng Song was no pushover either. He lowered his shoulder, stepped back, and swung his sword upwards in one fluid motion. The two weapons clashed, perfectly anticipating the opponent's next move, the Overlord Spear Nodding.

To intensify his spear attack, Chen Mo swung his right leg back, shifting his weight. When his initial thrust failed, he immediately followed up with three moves: a side step followed by a spear thrust, a forward step followed by a spear chop, and a standing spear thrust. Cheng Song, however, did not give him a chance to get close with his weapon. With agile movements, he parried the attacks with his longsword. Seeing his opponent retreat, he immediately pursued him to the middle of his body. Seeing that his lunge forward thrust had failed, he immediately followed up with a powerful right-side slash.

Chen Mo immediately switched from a long spear to a short grip, bringing his right hand directly under the red tassel from the butt of the spear. This grip method is suitable for short to medium-range melee combat, avoiding situations where the opponent can suddenly thrust at you with your hands wide open.

In an instant, the offensive and defensive positions shifted, with terrifying whistling sounds and teeth-grinding scraping sounds of weapons clashing constantly filling the air. The two exchanged blows, their guns and swords flashing at an accelerated pace, becoming an indistinct blur.

Chen Hongpeng was completely focused behind the monitor.

Knowing it was dangerous, from the moment Chen Shicheng fired his gun, the two men's movements deviated from the original action plan.

But no one called "cut" at that moment.