Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Yin Su clenched his fists and slowly sat down.

He knew that Bo Bing was not joking with him.

My godfather isn't the type to make jokes like that.

Xiao Peilin, who was sitting to the side, was also stunned.

Loss of taste? Is it due to a head injury? The doctor did say before that Bo Bing had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and the treatment outcome might not be very good, so we should prepare for the worst.

The worst-case scenario was that Bo Bing would be in a vegetative state for the rest of her life, or suffer from amnesia and become disabled. Unexpectedly, Bo Bing woke up, and apart from slight atrophy, her body was fine. At the time, we just thought she had recovered well. Now it seems that losing her sense of taste is actually a significant sequela.

"Is it permanent? Please don't worry... I'll ask the doctor."

Xiao Peilin adjusted his glasses.

Bo Bing gave a wry smile and lowered his head to fiddle with the rice a couple of times.

The damage is absolutely irreversible.

This is the price you pay for choosing "equivalent substitution"—only when the price on the scale is heavy enough will the scale tip in your favor.

Even now, if he were given the choice between drug addiction and loss of taste, he would still make the same choice.

Bo Bing stopped looking at the two men's thoughtful gazes and started eating.

The tip of the nose can smell the aroma of food.

But the thin layer of ice in the mouth only allows the sensation of chewing food and a slight pain from the chili peppers pricking the nerves.

Yin Su didn't dare to make any moves, but just lowered his head and silently ate his meal next to Bo Bing.

Thin ice only felt cold.

Unconcious.

Xiao Peilin wisely cleaned up the mess and left.

The young man silently opened the window, leaned on the railing, and felt the still not-so-warm wind blowing on his face.

“Godfather,” Yin Su walked over and leaned on the railing like him, turning to look at him, “I will find a way, believe me.”

Bo Bing closed her dry eyes briefly.

"This is none of your business, it has nothing to do with you..."

It has nothing to do with you.

That's what Bo Bing wanted to say.

Unfortunately, he found himself in a warm embrace, a tight one that he couldn't break free from.

Is it impossible to break free?

impossible.

If Bo Bing wanted to break free from Yin Su's grasp, she had a hundred ways.

Then why didn't you break free immediately?

Bo Bing didn't know, but he soon found out.

Warm liquid dripped onto the back of his neck, scalding him and making his heart tremble. The cold wind blew on him, leaving icy marks on his body.

"Please don't say that...please..."

Yin Su held the person there, forcing back a trembling sob, "Don't exclude me..."

Bo Bing couldn't cry.

Even though his eyes were sore, nothing could express his sadness.

"This is my path."

He opened his eyes and gently but firmly broke free from the other person's arm.

Bo Bing patted Yin Su on the shoulder and walked out.

"I should go warm up."

He regained his impeccable, cold demeanor.

The deep red carpet underfoot seemed to stretch out like a long, blood-stained path. Bo Bing was dizzy from the light and only vaguely pushed open the door to the activity room.

He cursed under his breath.

Zhao Yang wanted to go and ask Bo Bing what had happened.

Jiang Wenqing stopped him.

Shake your head at him.

Bo Bing's state looked all too familiar. As Jiang Wenqing stared at Bo Bing's increasingly visibly agitated state, the image of the young man on the rainy night flashed through his mind.

"Don't provoke him," Jiang Wenqing said, patting Zhao Yang's head. "Let him rest for a bit."

Wen Yuan also sighed and patted Zhao Yang on the back of the head as a form of comfort.

But some people just don't understand the atmosphere.

Zhang Feng rarely saw the trio and Bo Bing each occupying a corner of the activity room. He hesitated for a moment, but still walked over to Bo Bing, who was lightly kicking the sandbag.

"Junior, it's been a long time."

Zhang Feng, dressed in loose sportswear, stood on the side of the thin ice.

Bo Bing ignored him.

The system is currently calculating the points added every seven days.

[Agility +2]

【力量: 34|速度: 34|敏捷: 15|智力: 25|体质: 12|魅力: 32|野心: 85|音乐: 9|舞蹈: 12|未解锁状态】

Alpha also specially found the enhancement skill [Leg Bone Enhancement] for Bo Bing, which was replaced by two idle skills: [You're Bad!] and [Emo].

[Leg Bone Enhancement] The density of the leg bones is enhanced to the level of a top Muay Thai fighter, with a 2% increase in heavy strikes, far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Bone density is an important aspect of physical strength and is closely related to striking power.

Generally speaking, under the body's protective mechanism, physical strength and power are corresponding. If the power is far greater than the physical strength, the person who exerts the power will be backfired by their own power. In other words, if someone kicks someone with this kind of power, the leg, which is the carrier of the power, will be damaged first.

Therefore, strong fighters not only train their strength but also learn appropriate striking techniques and train their physical strength.

For example, Muay Thai fighters are trained by their coaches to increase their leg bone density from a very young age. Both kicking and being hit are ways to increase their bone density.

Therefore, even if two people have the same leg strength, a Muay Thai fighter's leg bone can easily break another person's leg bone.

Bo Bing was fairly satisfied with this skill.

After all, there are many kicking techniques in the movements of Capoeira. He was worried about his current leg strength, but he didn't expect Alpha to be so perceptive.

[Will the host regret it? With the popularity you're about to gain tonight, plus the divine help—just like Yin Su said, your debut is only a matter of time.]

Bo Bing communicated with Alpha using consciousness.

"My mind is made up, there's no need for further words."