Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

When Bo Bing woke up, there was no one beside her.

The bed was cold.

The person has been gone for a long time.

Thin Ice performed a final routine check.

Even the doctors said it was a miracle that his body recovered so quickly.

Only Bo Bing knew that the system was operating almost day and night to repair its body, and the green fiber bundles on the 3D light screen were almost constantly moving.

The external injuries have almost healed, and the minor bruises and bone injuries have also been completely repaired.

However, the medical machines, despite receiving signal interference from Alpha, still retained some of the original data.

This makes Bo Bing's bodily functions appear less inhuman.

Li Yumei, Li Feng, and Wang Lanzhi were packing their luggage, while Bo Yuntian was packing his schoolbag, which was filled with test papers and books covered with correct and incorrect answers, red and black marks.

Fearing that Bo Bing might need them, the group even brought bedding and blankets with them when they arrived.

Wang Lanzhi took out 10,000 yuan, packed it in a thick old newspaper, wrapped it in a handkerchief and cloth, and sewed it inside her close-fitting shirt.

With the card Bo Bing gave her, along with pots, pans, and everything else she could carry, Li Yumei pushed a cart and rode in Li Feng's car to the airport.

Unfortunately, I had too much stuff to take on the plane.

The group reluctantly abandoned their two large woven bags and boarded a plane to Shanghai with their belongings.

This was also the first time for the group of people to fly. Even though Yin Su had bought the tickets, the group of people who had never been to an airport before did not even know how to check in or board.

The desolate mountain ridge separated them from the darkness and poverty, and also from their entire lives.

There was only panic, anxiety, and fear.

Bo Yuntian thought.

Upon seeing the legendary Shanghai, aside from a slight initial excitement, I was almost entirely filled with self-pity.

Before his incident, Bo Yuntian's father, Yang Chongwen, was the owner of a grocery store.

There's always a narrow attic in the shacks of the grocery stores along the street.

In the morning, they would put out miscellaneous items, and in the evening, they would move the items away so the family could lay out boards and mattresses to sleep.

The board is made of plywood and also old door panels salvaged from dismantling, but it is still a bed, and it still has a home.

When the family had painstakingly saved 50,000 yuan to buy a small room in the town, Yang Chongwen, who was pulling a cart, was hit by a car. When they found him, his blood was frozen and he was already dead.

The perpetrator has disappeared without a trace.

During that period, the shop was under strict crackdown, and the attic where the shelves were stored could no longer be lived in, so it had to be sold.

Li Yumei became a widow, a true orphan and widow. Fortunately, her family helped her, preventing her from being labeled a "widow".

His son also joined Bo Xiaolong's faction and became Bo Yuntian.

Righteous spirit.

ridiculous.

Fortunately, besides Bo Xiaolong, he also had a kind-hearted older brother.

Although Bo Yuntian didn't want to have a cowardly older brother who would share his mother's love, Bo Bing was indeed a very good person.

He was so good that even Bo Yuntian felt he deserved pity.

The raging loess could not obscure Bo Bing's eyes, but the gentle sea breeze dried up his hard-earned tears.

Wounds, a forced smile masking sadness, and a slender body silently enduring beatings.

Who is Bo Bing?

That's what Bo Yuntian thought at that time.

He's just a gentle, silly older brother with dreams in his heart.

It wasn't until he saw the careless guy leave and casually toss the psychotropic drugs into the trash can that Bo Yuntian suddenly realized a sad truth.

The idiot brother lives in his own moldy, rotten fantasy world.

He never saw that idiot again after that.

Bo Yuntian raised his head and looked at Bo Bing, who sat upright with a cold and gloomy expression—this person's aura was like a sword with a hidden edge; just getting close would envelop him in a powerful sword intent.

Whether it's "mental illness" or "dissociative identity disorder".

He searched for many terms.

—Dissociative identity disorder may be a self-protection mechanism.

He had many questions he wanted to ask his brother.

But I couldn't bring myself to ask.

fair enough.

That's fine.

"Have you packed it up?"

He Jinlan entered through the door, followed by several lean and powerful plainclothes bodyguards.

The bodyguards were almost all around 175cm tall, with well-defined muscles on their arms, serious expressions, and extremely strong explosive power.

When the group saw He Jinlan enter with a serious expression, they instinctively became timid and hesitant. Bo Yuntian also keenly sensed this strange change in the room, and he subconsciously looked at Bo Bing, who was wearing that cheap turtleneck sweater.

Bo Bing showed no sign of unease or discomfort; her cold and stern demeanor was not to be ignored by He Jinlan.

—In the pitch-black snake eyes, there are unseen venom glands.

He Jinlan suddenly understood why her boss cared so much about a young trainee.

"Alright," Bo Bing said, picking up Bo Yuntian's schoolbag. "Where's the car?"

"Come with me, the young master is waiting downstairs."

He Jinlan withdrew her scrutinizing gaze.

Hearing him say that, Bo Bing understood the man's identity.

"You are a member of the He family."

"Thin ice" is not a question, but a statement.

He Jinlan had no obligation to answer Bo Bing's question, and Bo Bing remained silent.

I had discussed it with Yin Su beforehand, and Yin Su would take a few people to the city where the program was being filmed.

Bo Bing agreed to participate in one last episode with Yin Su before signing the termination contract.

Yin Su will be in charge of the food and lodging for Bo Bing's family for the next two days, and they will travel directly to J Province in Yin Su's car.

Yin Su also told him that Tianci would take over Bo Bing's follow-up affairs, to which Bo Bing simply smiled.

Yin Su didn't make a big fuss and tried to choose an inconspicuous car. Even so, Li Feng still showed a look of horror when Yin Su's men opened the door of the car worth 500,000 yuan for them.

Their luggage had been reduced considerably, and Li Yumei insisted on discarding bedding and other items, saying that she had gotten rid of the illness.

So it can easily fit in the trunk of a car.

"Young Master is waiting for you."

He Jinlan stood to Bo Bing's left and gestured for him to enter.

Bo Bing sensed a slight disdain beneath the other person's respect, but he said nothing.

"Xiaoyun, come here, don't push."

Bo Bing gestured directly to Bo Yuntian to follow him, "Ride in the same car as me."

"Wait a minute," He Jinlan hesitated at Bo Bing's "ungratefulness," "Young Master is talking about you alone."

Bo Yuntian was also somewhat hesitant, after all, he was still a minor.

Yin Su naturally heard the commotion on their side.

Yin Su lowered the car window, revealing his handsome face, his voice extremely gentle.

"Get in the car."

Seeing her boss say this, He Jinlan had no choice but to give up.

Bo Yuntian sat in the passenger seat, He Jinlan drove, and Yin Su and Bo Bing sat together.

The car behind was driven by Xiao Peilin.

At the front and the back, there were two escort vehicles, each carrying bodyguards.

"I forgot to ask," Bo Bing looked up, "Where's my phone?"

He Jinlan and Bo Yuntian found Bo Bing's tone incredulous.

"Your old phone was destroyed after the police inspected it, so I bought you a new one," Yin Su said, handing over a box with remarkable good temper. "Same as always, I removed the SIM card a while ago and it's already installed."

"Oh, that's alright, let me see."

Bo Bing fiddled with the phone for a bit; it was better than her previous one.

Yin Su was somewhat discouraged when he saw that Bo Bing was not doing anything for a long time.

"Yi... Bo Bing, contact information."

Yin Su swallowed back the familiar address and gently nudged Bo Bing with his elbow. He still didn't have his godfather's contact information. How could this be?

"what?"

Bo Bing came to her senses.

"WeChat," Yin Su opened his phone and leaned closer, his tone seemingly aggrieved, "Aren't you going to add me?"

He Jinlan and Bo Yuntian's pupils were trembling.