Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

A cold, electronic voice popped out next to Thin Ice's ear.

Now that things have come to this, it's more accurate to say we admire the host's courage in choosing to climb up on their own.

There are so many methods!

"No one is worth risking my life for."

Bo Bing didn't think she had done anything wrong.

You are truly heartless and ungrateful.

“You’re wrong, I am heartless,” the young man stopped his familiar leg movements and strikes. Even though he knew that these words couldn’t be interpreted in isolation, he still picked up on the system’s words, “I’m not ungrateful to my brothers, otherwise, you wouldn’t have had the chance to talk to me.”

System Alpha will do its utmost to provide you with everything you need.

Thank you for your trust, see you next time!

The mechanical sound disappeared.

Bo Bing looked up and noticed the person next to her.

Zhang Feng took off his shirt and was warming up on the sandbag next to him.

Admittedly, his muscle definition is quite good, and his face is above average.

Is this the kind of guy the original owner liked?

Bo Bing remained noncommittal. After seeing Yin Su, he felt that it would be better to go back and watch Yin Su's superb crying scenes again.

"What's up? You wanted to see me?"

Zhang Feng knew that Bo Bing had never participated in any combat sports. Seeing that he was only trying to kick his calves on the sandbag, he reminded him, "Junior, your warm-up isn't done correctly. You'll get injured if it's not done correctly... I can teach you..."

Bo Bing's temples were bulging with blue veins.

Another piece of dog who can't understand human language.

Unfortunately, I don't have that much patience to spare when it comes to this face.

"Tell me something!"

The cold, deep voice made Zhang Feng stop kicking.

"Xiaobing, are you still angry about that?"

Zhang Feng sighed and looked into Bo Bing's eyes. "If it's about the love letter, I can explain. Whether it was before or now, it wasn't me who said it to the trainees."

He clenched his fists.

Looking forward to the young man's reply.

"Who do you think you are?"

Bo Bing gave a disdainful laugh, but there was no smile in her eyes. "In a sense, you and I are the same kind of trash."

"No, Xiaobing..."

Zhang Feng hadn't even had a chance to speak.

"The message wasn't relayed by you, it was relayed by Liu Meng and Bai Shanyan, but the material itself came from you," Bo Bing stretched her muscular physique, her snake-like eyes veiled in red gauze. "For your own benefit, you trampled on others' feelings, even your own... Isn't that right?"

“It’s rotten—but I’m not in a position to say that to you,” Bo Bing straightened up, stretched her neck, and said in a neutral tone, “because I’m the same.”

Whether it's Bo Bing's family, Bo Yuntian, or Yin Su, with whom she has lived for thirteen years, she genuinely cares for them.

It doesn't matter if you give up all these feelings—because feelings are the most ephemeral thing, only pain is the most real.

Zhang Feng couldn't see through Bo Bing.

He didn't know what Bo Bing meant by those words.

Rather, this is not the gentle young man he had buried deep in his heart.

He saw Bo Bing turn to leave, so he grabbed her sleeve.

"Xiao Bing, wait a moment."

"I'll only say this once," Bo Bing stopped in her tracks, her hostility instantly compressing, "Get out of here now, or you'll end up like a dead man."

Zhang Feng loosened Bo Bing's sleeve, as if he had made up his mind.

"I heard from them that you like pretty things..."

Zhang Feng lowered his head and whispered, "So, you think Wen Yuan is better looking than me, that's why you don't like me?"

He is quite confident in his looks, having been praised by other children since childhood.

He and Wen Yuan are two different types of handsome men, and their current fan base is actually about the same.

Therefore, he was unconvinced, unconvinced that Wen Yuan could steal Bo Bing's attention.

"You dog who can't understand human language," Bo Bing took a step back, looked Zhang Feng up and down, and then sneered disdainfully, "I just think Yin Su is better looking than you, I'm not blind."

Zhang Feng suddenly raised his head, his face pale.

Yin Su?

Film Emperor Yin Su?

God's creation; anyone in the entertainment industry would feel ashamed before Him.

“Although I’m saying this because I look down on Yin Su, and I don’t like comparing myself to him,” Bo Bing raised her chin, “you’re the kind of guy who can’t even pretend to be innocent.”

"His acting skills are still far from adequate."

Bo Bing's face was filled with excited madness.

[Powerful] Start-up.

【Brazilian Capoeira】launched.

[Cold Fire Ignites Ice] Activated.

[Leg Bone Strengthening] Activated.

[Physical Activity Level] Activated.

The black-haired youth took a running start, touched the ground with one hand, and hung upside down in mid-air at a tricky angle, tucking in his left leg and twisting his body abruptly in mid-air.

His right leg instantly created a terrifying sonic boom in the air.

"boom--"

"Bang—Clang—"

A huge, explosive sound.

There was also the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

"Holy crap, what happened?"

"That's... thin ice?"

Everyone in the practice room turned toward the direction from which the sound came out.

"Hey, are you kidding me? That's the heaviest sandbag!"

"The sandbag was kicked to pieces?"

"What kind of monster is this?!"

"Anyone who runs into thin ice is in big trouble."

The few trainees whispered among themselves.

They weren't unaware of the conflict between the two, but no one wanted to get involved in this mess.

The 1.7-meter-tall punching bag wasn't big, but it was easily shattered by Bo Bing's kick.

Those who remained in the activity room felt a chill run down their spines.

What terrifying power and physical strength this is!

Is it possible for a trainee to achieve this?

Is Bo Bing that powerful?

Didn't he say he came from the countryside?

Wen Yuan and Zhao Yang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Was Bo Bing really that terrifying when she was angry? Luckily, they hadn't disturbed her.

Jiang Wenqing was also surprised, but not as surprised as the two guys behind him.

The immense pressure caused the contents of the sandbag to explode and splatter, directly knocking over a medium-sized mechanical treadmill nearby, producing a sickening scraping sound.

Bo Bing deftly flipped herself over.

"It's terrible."

It's unclear whether they were referring to the sandbag or mocking Zhang Feng's technique.

Or maybe.

He was cursing himself, Zhang Feng smiled wryly, kicking the sandbag he had just kicked.

This is not thin ice, yet it is thin ice.

He could kick that sandbag, but he definitely couldn't break it; Bo Bing's strength and leg bone strength were superior to his.

Very good.

"You are not Xiao Bing."

Zhang Feng did not turn around.

Kicking the sandbag to burst is indeed very stress-relieving, and my whole body gets warmed up - except for a slight stiffness in my legs, I basically don't feel anything in my body.

Bo Bing put aside the fact that she had lost her sense of taste.

Bo Bing was too lazy to look at Zhang Feng.

Suddenly, a really pretentious line came to mind.

"Because I am the God of the new world."

The black-haired youth blurted out, his voice bursting with coldness.

Aside.

Yin Su sneezed.

It seems I've been exposed to the wind for too long.

Unfortunately, my godfather wasn't buying it...

Yin Su was very distressed and raised his hand to put eye drops into his eyes, which he had just cried in.

My eyes are a little red.

—Hey, what should we do?