Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing slept from midnight until late afternoon as usual.

After washing up, we gathered in the lobby.

Jiang Wenqing knew he couldn't get up, so he left him a mouthful of porridge. Bo Bing squatted down, blew on the porridge, and quickly slurped up the freshly heated porridge.

Liu Meng didn't know why, but it seemed like he hadn't seen her since yesterday afternoon.

Bo Bing looked around. The Bai brothers and Mo Tao's group members had all gone out. Now only Bo Bing and Jiang Wenqing remained. Zhao Yang and Wen Yuan had also gone out, saying they were going to do part-time work.

As for Yin Su, there are other arrangements. Jiang Wenqing wouldn't want to embarrass himself by asking Yin Su what the actor who is also a major shareholder of the program is busy with.

The two chatted casually, occasionally exchanging a few words with the viewers in the live chat.

"The weather doesn't look too good today... My knees are itchy..."

Jiang Wenqing irritably touched his knee, a gesture that had almost become a habit.

【Wenqing, take care of yourself!】

[Brother, please take good care of yourself!]

Don't make us worry!

“I think so too, I do have a bit of back pain,” Bo Bing said with a smile as she finished her porridge. “Your porridge has improved, you added some sugar, it’s quite sweet.”

【Oh, I'm sorry, but buddy, you're kind of sweet too!】

[I'm kind of tempted to ship Bing Qing Yu Jie as a couple; their interactions are so much fun!]

[I noticed it a while ago; the guy even carried Xiaoqing's luggage before.]

[Brother Xiaoqing is handsome too! If you ask me, he fits the young man's criteria for a partner, right?]

[Please take your medicine properly, buddy.]

Help! I've been thrown into a dating reality show!

"Hmph, you're all talk."

Jiang Wenqing was unimpressed and tapped the table, saying, "Wash the dishes yourself later."

"Well, how could I dare say no?"

Bo Bing was somewhat amused.

Another wave of shippers passed by in the comments section.

Help! What do you mean by "virtuous wife and loving mother"?

This guy is really funny when he talks.

Haven't you picked your child up from school yet?

Jiang Wenqing was subtly pointing out something to him.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Bo Bing thought for a moment, and realized that it was true. Even Yin Su had been there once, but she didn't seem to have been.

“I’m making you fried rice for the show,” Jiang Wenqing chuckled, but then clearly thought of something. “Come with me to pick up the kids later. We need to buy some art supplies. The director wants us to have a craft activity tonight. It’s been four days already, and it’s rare that we don’t have to worry about making a living.”

After a moment's thought, Bo Bing understood the meaning behind the other party's words.

It means that even though it's a program meant to be interactive with children, you hardly interacted with your own child, which isn't good.

So Bo Bing didn't refuse him, but agreed to go with him to pick up the child.

The sky was overcast and gloomy, brewing and waiting for a moment of explosive activity.

Huge, leaden-gray clouds pressed down overhead, spring thunder rumbled from the sky and then surged and dispersed, and then a thousand black birds flew across the barren soil of the town.

The low pressure before the rain made it almost impossible to breathe. It was a time of fluctuating temperatures, and a strong wind was blowing, making the red awning on the wagon rattle loudly.

The horizon was already faintly visible in the darkness.

There weren't many cars on the road.

Yin Su returned, wearing a dark gray trench coat.

The three of them stopped waiting. Bo Bing took an umbrella and tossed it to Jiang Wenqing. She then drove the black Santana belonging to the production crew onto the roads of the small town. Yin Su sat in the passenger seat, staring at the swaying, faded Maitreya Buddha, his expression gloomy.

The staff didn't accompany them, and there weren't enough seats on the bus, so they brought their own miniature cameras, which meant they didn't have a chance to see the viewers' comments.

The other vans were all dispatched today to film Bai Zixiu's group and Mo Tao's group, who were all present.

Midway through the journey, Yin Su got off the bus and went to a small shop that was about to close to buy a graphic design bag.

He was really handsome, and he spoke with great politeness.

The thin, middle-aged proprietress paused, stopped pulling the roller shutter, bent down and crawled inside, gave him a bag of handmade kits that children liked, and asked for 20 yuan.

Yin Su looked at the dusty toolbox in his hand: cardstock, scissors, a small utility knife, adhesive sticks, and a triangle ruler with a missing corner.

The proprietress coughed, thinking he thought it was too expensive, and explained apologetically that she hadn't had time to get new stock yet, and only these expensive items that couldn't be sold were left.

The set square was probably broken by the child. If he wants it, he can take the unsold T-square as well.

Yin Su pursed his lips and didn't say anything about bargaining. He simply took the T-square that was taped to the rusty iron door under the proprietress's hopeful gaze.

Dust settled on the tape that came off the T-square, and Yin Su gently blew it away.

It was as if this could blow away the unease in his heart.

The art kit and T-square were placed together in a box next to the handbrake. Yin Su silently fastened his seatbelt and watched Bo Bing start the car expressionlessly.

The windshield wipers also started working in response to the movement of the thin ice.

So heavy.

I hate rainy days; they make me uneasy.

It's so quiet in the car.

If this were a movie...

Something is bound to happen.

Bo Bing thought to herself.

—It's so depressing.

The injury in my lower back is throbbing, and the protrusion is pressing on a nerve, which is causing pain in the sciatic nerve of my right leg as well.

There weren't many cars on the road.

Jiang Wenqing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two children standing in front of the station from afar.

The child stood under the awning, shivering from the cold. When he saw the oncoming car, he cautiously stepped back, but when he saw Jiang Wenqing in the back seat, he ran over with peace of mind.

Jiang Wenqing quickly pulled the two soaking wet children into the car.

Thin ice turned on the warm air.

"Sorry, Xiaodou, Xiaole," Jiang Wenqing said, drying their hair. "It rained quite heavily today, so I'm a little late..."

[What a gentle and kind young man!]

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The two children shook their heads, appearing somewhat timid at the sight of Yin Su and the unfamiliar black-haired youth.

Bo Bing was about to turn on his turn signal and make a U-turn.

Then I heard the voice of a slightly chubby little boy wearing a blue jacket.

"Brother... um, could you... could we go to that intersection up ahead..."

Bo Bing turned around in surprise.

The child shrank back, "Little Flower and Little Goldfish are still there...we didn't see any of the other older brothers' cars pass by..."

Another child nodded in agreement, "They didn't bring umbrellas... Could we take them with us and squeeze in?"

[The production team went a bit too far, didn't they?]

[A little goldfish? Isn't that the child that Teacher Bai Zixiu is taking care of?]

[Is it true? Has Bai Zixiu forgotten?]

[Bai Zixiu is really patient! It's been over half an hour, and no one has come yet?]

Don't slander my brother; he's very busy right now, okay?

[Exactly, my brother didn't know it was raining so hard today.]

Get lost! Where is your brother now?

This show has completely ruined my goodwill towards Bai Zixiu. He's useless at everything and all he does is find someone to take the blame.

[Don't blame everything on my brother, Bo Bing was late too, wasn't she?]

Bo Bing frowned. Could the production team be that careless?

Are you really comfortable leaving your child outside in the heavy rain?

If the show hadn't selected them and had them follow different older brothers, these kids would have had a great time playing together.

After a moment's thought, Bo Bing agreed. With such heavy rain, it would be too dangerous for the two children to be outside if there was thunder later.

Thin ice started the car.

Turn around here, and about twenty kilometers away, there's a winding mountain road interchange connecting the town and villages. After crossing the bridge, there are chemical plants and machine repair shops everywhere. Further on, there are only narrow mountain roads without surveillance cameras.

Through the rain, Bo Bing could see from afar two brightly colored figures huddled under a tree at the intersection.

Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief...

There weren't many cars on the road...

—No, a gray van suddenly rushed out from the rain.

The car didn't stop, but the door opened, and the person inside jumped out with practiced ease, covered the child's mouth, and ran back into the car.

The child's cries and the sound of the car door closing disappeared into the rain.

[A child has recently gone missing]

Memories of the night overlapped with the cold, ruthless electronic sound of the Alpha.

Thin ice caused blood to flow backward, and pupils to contract sharply.