Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing devised an exercise plan for herself.

First, build muscle; second, correct posture.

In his previous life, he had developed problems with his lumbar discs and cervical spine due to driving for long periods of time in his youth in order to earn money, and he had been undergoing physical therapy ever since.

I never expected that even after being reborn, I would still have problems with my lumbar and cervical spine.

"Why is this happening? Can't the system's power cure it?"

"The system is only responsible for managing injuries and illnesses that occurred after the time you arrived," Alpha's cold voice rang out. "We don't select hosts completely randomly. Before selecting and deploying a host, we compare the differences between each host. Otherwise, even if people died at the same time, we might not choose you from among hundreds of people."

"You mean the system's judgment isn't random?"

Bo Bing hadn't thought of that, but he gradually learned some things from the system's explanations.

Not everyone has the opportunity to have a second life.

First, based on race and language region, he and the original owner share the same language region, and even the resurrection location is within his familiar range, which was originally the result of the system's selection.

Imagine, how would you explain the plausibility of a foreigner who doesn't speak the local language or know the local way of life being resurrected in Bo Bing's body?

Secondly, this ailment is also one of the weighted values ​​of the minor details.

Only those who share the same illness can truly understand the original owner's condition.

For example, a mentally ill person cannot understand the thought patterns of a healthy person, and a normal person cannot pretend to be a terminally ill patient; this is the same principle.

“We will give some people the opportunity to fulfill their obsessions, and it is precisely those with the greatest desire to survive who will do it. Of course, we will check and correct these details one by one.”

Bo Bing understood the deeper meaning in the electronic voice.

If you rescue someone who has no hope for life from the beginning, it's like you've rescued them for nothing.

This system is either cold-blooded or overly rigorous.

Bo Bing's injury was caused by a fall down the stairs during an argument with Bo Xiaolong. Initially, she thought it was a sprain and didn't pay attention to it to save money. It wasn't until she was practicing dance in the studio and the injury flared up suddenly, to the point that she couldn't even lift her leg, that she realized it was too late.

It's Bo Xiaolong again.

Bo Bing looked very unwell.

He had just finished his morning run when he heard shouting from inside the house.

"You wretch, give me the money!"

A burly man was shoving Li Yumei, leaving deep red handprints on her face.

Bo Yuntian gripped the man's hand tightly, his lips still bearing the marks of an injury.

"You bitch, are you going to pay me or not? You think you're all grown up now, daring to let your bastard hit me? Let's see how I teach you a lesson."

Bo Xiaolong was strong enough that Li Yumei and Bo Yuntian were no match for him, a man who had long been a laborer.

Then he saw Bo Bing standing at the door, and his eyes lit up.

"Where's the money? Hand it over!"

Seeing that Bo Bing remained unmoved, he raised the soup bowl in his hand and smashed it over, then pretended to hit him.

"You dare disobey me? You've all grown too big for your britches! Have I been too good to you?"

Bo Bing dodged the bowl, his clothes soaked with soup, his eyes sharp, and he caught the bowl in his hand.

The soup wasn't too hot.

"Brother—are you alright?"

Bo Yuntian's hair was released by Bo Xiaolong, and he tried to stop him, but it was too late.

I watched helplessly as the thin ice dodged the soup bowl.

"System, what will happen if I do something that doesn't conform to the original owner's behavior?"

Bo Bing smiled, and Bo Yuntian could hardly believe that he could still smile at a time like this.

"Nothing will happen," the system's electronic voice announced. "The system's strict host selection strategy is designed to justify our actions."

"Everything you do will be rationalized within the context of the original owner's character."

In other words, as long as he fulfills the original owner's obsession, he can use any means necessary without violating the original owner's beliefs.

"Damn it, how dare they provoke me? I'm the head of the family—"

"Clang-"

Bo Yuntian's pupils contracted.

The thin young man placed the bowl on his fist and punched Bo Xiaolong in the jaw.

Bo Yuntian even thought he heard the sound of bones breaking.

The 1.8-meter-tall man fell straight to the ground, his expression finally changing, but he still struggled to get up, cursing the bastard with foul language.

The thin young man squatted down and, without saying a word, punched him in the temple.

The knuckle of the middle finger protrudes above the fist.

Bo Yuntian's pupils constricted, as if he had seen a complete stranger.

Li Yumei reacted quickly, rushing forward to hug Bo Bing, "Xiao Bing, you can't fight anymore, people will die..."

Although Bo Yuntian hated Bo Xiaolong, he didn't want Bo Bing to be implicated in someone's death.

"Brother, I beg you, please stop—"

Bo Bing stopped what she was doing, looked into the murky eyes in front of her, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

“I’m the head of the family now. I don’t have the patience to play your games of filial piety,” he said, picking up a shard of broken porcelain from the ground and looking it into Bo Xiaolong’s eyes. “If there’s a next time, I will definitely kill you.”

"Anyway, my worthless life is worthless. If you want to die, go ahead and try."

His voice was somber; he truly wanted to kill himself.

For the first time, Bo Xiaolong felt extreme fear and dread from this son.

Ultimately, he's just a bully who preys on the weak.

With Bo Xiaolong dealt with, there were no other issues at home.

It was Li Yumei's timid gaze and Bo Yuntian's hesitant look that made him a little uncomfortable.

Both of them were very good at reading people's expressions and acted as if nothing had happened that morning, going about their business as usual.

For the next two days, Bo Xiaolong didn't dare to act crazy and ask for money in front of him anymore. Instead, he went to the fields to help people.

Bo Bing was enjoying some peace and quiet, lying in bed scrolling through her phone.

After finishing his homework, Bo Yuntian also sidled up next to Bo Bing to use her phone.

"The mysterious death of the founder of Glacier: Is it a sign of moral decay or a lack of humanity?"

"Entertainment agency companies may undergo a major reshuffle; Binghe's chairman donates a huge number of shares in Tianci Entertainment!"

"A touching brotherhood, the youngest triple crown actor in the entertainment industry becomes a winner in life!"

"The fourth season of 'Heaven-Sent Trainees' will hold its first live audition after the New Year. The list of participants has been revealed..."

"Both a movie star and a CEO! Let's uncover the impressive background of movie star Yin Su!"

"Say what you have to say quickly."

Bo Bing simply couldn't stand Bo Yuntian's hesitation.

But all I got in return was a nonsensical reply from the other party.

"Brother, wait for me, I'll make a fortune!"

Bo Bing raised an eyebrow. It seemed that this guy had misunderstood and thought she envied the lives of the rich.

I may envy it, but I experienced it in my past life. It was indeed colorful, but that was all. There wasn't much freedom in life, and I was always being watched and guarded against.

Once someone becomes a leader, even if they want to back down, the thousands of people below them will drag them along.

His schedules and decisions were meticulous and allowed no room for error. After several incidents at the company, he took a hands-on approach to any major matters.

Bo Bing, however, felt that life like this was not bad.

At least you can choose to stay in bed and relax like you are now, without being woken up by a phone call from your secretary for a company meeting.

He glanced at the news on his phone, realized how boring he was, and then yawned and drifted off to sleep.