Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Thin ice returned to 404.

"Who?"

Zhao Yang opened the door while drying his hair. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Bo Bing standing outside, smiling, wearing a simple jacket. He was so surprised that he stopped drying his hair. "Holy crap! Brother Bing, you're back?"

Immediately afterwards, the two people sitting inside eating also stood up.

"Who? Bo Bing?"

Jiang Wenqing was still somewhat incredulous. As a witness to the incident, he naturally knew the details of Bo Bing's fight with the criminals. However, he was now being seriously told by the police that he must not disclose any details of the unexpected fight until the police had investigated the source of the illegal drugs.

At the same time, he also knew that it was true that Bo Bing had caused the thug's death on the spot.

Even Zhao Yang and Wen Yuan only heard a little bit and had no idea how Bo Bing was so badly injured that day.

But Jiang Wenqing witnessed Bo Bing on the verge of death and being escorted to Shanghai by various experts.

After all, the doctor had already issued a critical condition notice. Even though the three major forces escorted Bo Bing to the hospital and she underwent surgery and her external wounds were healing, Bo Bing remained unconscious.

The three of them, who were participating in the program, naturally had no idea that Bo Bing had been awake for a week.

Jiang Wenqing even thought that he might not know when he would see Bo Bing again.

"You brat!" Jiang Wenqing angrily dragged Bo Bing's suitcase inside and slapped his shoulder. "You woke up without telling us first, making us worry for so long for no reason."

"Alright, Wenqing," Wen Yuan quickly interjected when he saw Wenqing punch Bo Bing, "Bo Bing is still injured, don't hurt her badly."

"My bad, I woke up to find that the police officers had their communication devices confiscated and were being investigated," Bo Bing said, stretching on his long-unused bed, his tone flippant. "If you're not satisfied... how about we each give him a few punches?"

"Screw you, we're not that indebted."

Jiang Wenqing kicked his suitcase next to his bed.

"Brother Xiaobing, are you alright?" Zhao Yang had changed his hair color to dark blue-gray for the first performance, and the dark hair made him look very energetic. He skillfully boiled water to make instant noodles. "Brother, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? I'll just make you some instant noodles. The cafeteria... I'd better not go there for now."

Zhao Yang spoke with some hesitation.

Bo Bing keenly sensed Zhao Yang's emotions.

He looked at the remaining two people questioningly.

Jiang Wenqing touched his batik blue and white headscarf, stood up, patted Wen Yuan on the shoulder, and said, "I'll go find some sausage for the wounded."

No?

Wen Yuan, who was a step slower to react, was left sitting there alone, enduring Bo Bing's icy gaze.

"So, is something the matter?"

Bo Bing sighed; he had guessed a little bit of it too.

"Don't be angry, they've probably seen some kind of brainwashing material," Wen Yuan rubbed his face, his voice a little hoarse. "When I was eating in the cafeteria earlier, I overheard some trainees talking about your contract termination, saying all sorts of things..."

"Oh? What did you say? I'm quite curious."

"Do you know how much backlash you caused when you exposed Liu Meng and Zhang Feng? Not only fans, but also these guys who didn't see it in person. They saw that Zhang Feng became a little popular during the first performance, and now they're all trying to curry favor with Zhang Feng and get screen time."

Indeed, for some trainees from smaller companies, if they lack exceptional talent and luck but still want to gain popularity, they can only rely on the coattails of trainees from larger companies to get screen time, market themselves as a couple, and create a persona. This way, they can attract a wave of fans who are favored by trainees from larger companies and then continuously refine their fanbase.

"Just don't take it to heart," Jiang Wenqing patted the plastic sheet on his hand. "You're not exactly a nobody right now, it's better than being completely unknown."

He was indeed feeling aggrieved because of Bo Bing.

Doing good deeds without being recognized and even getting criticized—who wouldn't feel aggrieved? Only Bo Bing can sit still and not clarify the situation.

Well, actually, this matter can't be explained simply by clarifying it.

Bo Bing has lost a lot of exposure since she didn't participate in the first public performance, but she still has a lot of negative headlines. Almost all of them are about the time when Bo Bing had a dispute with Zhang Feng and Liu Meng. With solid evidence, fans and anti-fans and online trolls fought each other.

Actually, Bo Bing doesn't have as many fans as the other side, but the advantage is that Yin Su's previous publicity team's Weibo post gave Bo Bing some attention, and she also gained a few big fans, who are currently preparing to form a fan club.

The difficulty lies in terminating the contract with Starlight.

While eating, Bo Bing listened to Zhao Yang explain the major events that had occurred in the past month.

First public performance, group stage, live broadcast, mentor performances...

In fact, these were just idle chatter to Bo Bing, whose mind was not on this matter at the moment.

Bo Bing also briefly mentioned her contract, without mentioning Yin Su and Tian Ci, only the production team's intentions—wasn't the production team's intentions the same as Yin Su's? The three of them expressed their understanding.

Speaking of the competition format later on.

Bo Bing thought, Yin Su talked so much last night, he practically had revenge written all over his face with this competition format, how could he let him down?

"Brother, which track did you choose?" Zhao Yang asked somewhat shyly. "Wenqing and I chose rhythmic gymnastics..."

"puff--"

Bo Bing suppressed a laugh, "You have this skill too?"

"I don't know boxing, so of course I'll slack off! Anyway, the show is just an exhibition match. The highlight isn't the big shots performing, but us uncoordinated people making fools of ourselves!"

"You're quite self-aware."

Bo Bing took a sip of noodles.

“Wenqing has great coordination, rhythmic gymnastics is a piece of cake for him, so I asked him for private lessons,” Zhao Yang leaned back against Wen Yuan, feeling a little jealous. “Sigh, I’m nothing like Wen Yuan. He’s not only handsome, rich, and educated, but he can also play music. He even secretly practiced boxing. Bai Zixiu and his professional coach both praised him!”

"Just don't say that I taught you this when you go out."

Jiang Wenqing rolled his eyes without any politeness.

“There are classes at the gym that you can take anytime, but you don’t come to learn from me, leaving me to attend class alone,” Wen Yuan chuckled, squinted his eyes in thought, and asked Bo Bing, “What about you? Let me make this clear, Zhang Feng, Liu Meng, Bai Shanyan, and Bai Zixiu are all in this group. If you don’t come, I’ll get revenge for you.”

Since what happened that week, the three of them have shared a common hatred with Bo Bing.

Jiang Wenqing knew that Bo Bing was no ordinary person, and they got along well. Zhao Yang was inspired by Bo Bing a lot, and would ask Bo Bing for advice when he was in a bad mood. Wen Yuan highly regarded Bo Bing as a sincere best friend and admired his personality.

After all, Bo Bing lived for several decades in total across his two lifetimes, enough to be their uncle.

“Then I’ll go with you,” Bo Bing said, closing the instant noodle lid. “I’ll show you my strength and make them pay the price for trying to harm me.”

Wen Yuan smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He's been working out for four years, and his boxing skills are only about average. Bo Bing probably heard him say that someone came to accompany him to class.

After all, ice skating is not weak, so rhythmic gymnastics must be even easier.

However, Jiang Wenqing sighed and, unusually, patted Bo Bing on the shoulder.

“Go easy on him,” Jiang Wenqing thought for a moment, then added, “I will pray for your opponent… Don’t let your rotten heart die in that broken octagonal cage, it’s bad luck.”

He recalled the thug who had been kicked in the head by Bo Bing on a rainy night, and couldn't help but shudder as he washed his hands in the bathroom.

“No, killing someone in front of the camera isn’t self-defense,” Bo Bing said, stretching lazily on the bed. “I’m heartbroken. I thought you would support me.”

The two people next to them were completely confused.

"Wenqing, what are you talking about?"

Wen Yuan casually tossed aside Bo Bing's instant noodle container and went to wash his hands. "Xiao Bing knows boxing?"

"Uh...deaf person."

Jiang Wenqing didn't know what to say to this confused and hard-of-hearing old fox, so he simply splashed water in his face.

"When you're facing thin ice... just make sure the shape of the dead is regular."