Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

After taking a shower as usual, Bo Bing nestled into Yin Su's dormitory bed, wearing her own shirt.

The warm water had been poured and the medicine was placed within easy reach. Bo Bing enjoyed being served without any hesitation and then gave important instructions.

"The water hasn't receded yet, you can go in and wash later."

Yin Su straightened up, holding his bathrobe, and responded with a sound of agreement. The silk ribbons on his low ponytail trembled like butterflies.

For a moment, no one in the room spoke.

Bo Bing curled up her legs and listlessly flicked the wild plum blossoms on the table. The already dehydrated branches swayed, creating ripples. Even though the flowers, which had been carefully placed on a plate by the movie star and had lost most of their ability to absorb water, gradually lost their vitality.

The black-haired youth immediately flicked off most of the yellowed petals.

"Godfather, those are mine."

A low, husky voice came from the other side, Yin Su's words carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

"So what?"

Bo Bing hadn't expected that touching the flower would cause the other party to turn cold. This guy had been acting strangely and seemed restless since this afternoon. When had she offended him?

"You've knocked the petals off."

Yin Su walked to the table, his expression very serious. He carefully bent down to examine the flower branch, making it seem as if he was holding some rare treasure. He turned to look at Bo Bing, his usually beautiful peach blossom eyes now lowered indifferently. His condescending posture made Bo Bing feel a little cold. "Is Godfather very bored right now?"

Is it really that serious? You're making a mountain out of a molehill.

Such a serious tone.

"A little," Bo Bing said lightly, lifting her eyelids slightly. She was indeed a bit bored.

This guy has been inexplicably stubborn since he was a child.

So Bo Bing thought about it and assumed that she had ruined the flowers that the other person had carefully tended, and the other person felt that her efforts had been wasted, or perhaps the other person really liked the flowers. So Bo Bing frankly bit the bullet and softened her tone, "If you like them, I can have someone buy you other flowers next time..."

Don't be angry.

Before he could finish speaking, the other person straightened up, and their tone was different from their usual gentle one.

"unnecessary."

There's an indescribable ruthlessness about it.

Then came the sound of cheap plastic shopping bags hitting items, like a stab to a thin, icy heart.

The other person turned around and went into the bathroom, followed by the sound of running water.

Bo Bing froze on the spot, not yet realizing what the other party was angry about.

From the start of the afternoon's recording, the other party seemed distracted. By evening, Bo Bing was at a loss for words, as he even miscalculated the business that customers would be bringing in.

Bo Bing didn't care whether her hair was wet or not, and lay down directly on the soft pillow.

Such a stubborn temper.

"What a troublemaker! He's got a pretty face, but he's wasting it all," Bo Bing thought. "If his fans knew about his temper, I don't know if they'd still be fans."

Some people have said they have a bad temper, but in his opinion, this brat's temper is even more unpredictable than his own, and he can easily hurt the other person's fragile heart with the slightest thing.

The flowers are gone, so be it. Take them or leave them.

Bo Bing casually pulled the blanket over most of her body, staring at the dark ceiling.

I've been so busy dealing with people these past few days that I've forgotten about my own business.

He needs to briefly review his physical condition and skills. Second Life—it's simple in some ways, but complex in others, with many twists and turns. What he needs to do is make thorough preparations.

He hadn't expected to be exposed to Yin Su's sight, but after these two days of contact, Yin Su didn't seem like someone who was planning to kill him.

Or perhaps the other party is also exposed in front of the camera, so why would he still have any concerns?

However, Bo Bing immediately dismissed her idea. No way. Putting herself in the other person's shoes, if she wanted to do something to someone she already knew, she would never think of confirming with them. How could she be so foolish as to make the other person more wary?

Bo Bing was getting tired of these speculations.

However, these issues still need to be considered in the long term.

There's also the matter of Bo Xiaolong. If I want to freely control the Second World, I must fulfill the original owner's obsession. Bo Xiaolong and the original owner's missing birth mother are likely time bombs.

The original owner had some affection for his parents; otherwise, they wouldn't have been beaten to death and he wouldn't have been running around working odd jobs to support his family. But it was different for Bo Bing. Although Bo Bing was grateful to the original owner's body for allowing him to survive, the very first thing he did after being reborn was to have his head cracked open by a middle-aged man he didn't know.

This is not something that could make him pretend nothing happened.

As for her birth mother, even the original owner of Bo Bing's memories of her were blurred, so the current Bo Bing could not possibly deduce anything from these things.

In his previous life, his network of relationships did not rely entirely on forceful methods—it operated around Feng Tianhan. After all, he knew that a cunning rabbit has multiple burrows and that one should not put all eggs in one basket.

So, perhaps after some screening, there are still some that can be used by him.

But that's a story for later. Looking at it now, I realize I still have a long way to go.

Bo Bing yawned wearily.

Although the past two days of setting up a stall were tiring, the unique atmosphere of the small town also brought back a sense of struggle from his past life, and he felt inexplicably motivated.

It was a very pleasant feeling, something I never experienced in my past life when I was always buried in hard work.

Time is the greatest innovator. Bo Bing thought that he didn't even know if he was still "Feng Tianhan" or a brand new "Bo Bing" after experiencing his "second life".

Time will tell, host, there's no need to rush.

The cold, mechanical electronic voice of the Alpha machine pulled Bo Bing back to reality.

The sentimental philosopher, Bo Bing, chuckled self-deprecatingly and then began to tease Alpha.

"Couldn't you change your voice? It's creepy to suddenly pop up like that..."

[Voice pack update complete]

【unnecessary】

The tone and manner of his voice were exactly the same as Yin Su's.

Bo Bing felt a jolt in her heart and kicked off the blanket.

"Get out of here, switch it back," Bo Bing hissed. "It's fucking terrifying."

【receive】

[Default voice update complete]

The familiar, cold electronic voice, the unique mechanical tone of the AI ​​program.

The system's voice settings are designed to differentiate between human and machine communication.

Bo Bing understood; being too human wasn't good either.

After taking a shower, Yin Su also handled some company matters at the request of the production team.

When I entered, Bo Bing was already fast asleep, her long, strong legs dangling outside the blanket, her hair half-dry.

"Godfather?" Yin Su couldn't help but soften, his tone tinged with helplessness, "You really don't know how to take care of yourself..."

He covered the blanket very gently, without waking Bo Bing.

Yin Su paused as he passed the trash can.

The phone's flash went off twice discreetly. Yin Su typed something, and only after receiving a reply did he seem relieved and hand the phone to the production team.