Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

It's 10:30 p.m. on a rainy night.

The moon, however, was unexpectedly bright.

After taking a shower, Bo Bing nestled on the beanbag chair in Yin Su's room and closed her eyes.

To be honest, he's a bit tired right now.

The live fighting broadcast that night took up too much time and energy. Fortunately, the ranking competition for the players was next, so I, as the "number one in points", didn't have to participate in the subsequent matches.

Yin Su seemed to have something to say, and led him to his hotel room—the hotel was located near the production crew's location, in an area that was part of a commercial district, and the transportation was quite good.

The handsome guy answered a phone call, then told him to wait patiently, and to take a nap if he got sleepy, before reluctantly leaving the house.

This clingy little puppy... Bo Bing didn't think much of it.

The soft, fluffy filling made it very comfortable to sit in. The large room was dark, with only the young man's voice echoing through it.

Fortunately, the house is well soundproofed.

The young man's tone was cool, and he kept a straight face while on the phone, tapping the phone case lightly with his fingers. In the end, he simply picked up the phone and tapped it once with a disdainful laugh before tossing it onto the coffee table.

The other party was from Starlight Media. One was Bo Bing's agent, Wang He, and the other was a Starlight executive whom she wasn't very familiar with. They were all there to persuade Bo Bing to renew her contract with Starlight.

They said he's currently very popular and has a bright future ahead of him; they said if he were willing to humble himself, they could persuade the higher-ups; they said they'd give him the opportunity to continue signing a contract, not as some temporary trainee, but as a formally trained trainee like Zhang Feng or Bai Shanyan.

— They paint a pie in the sky and promise a beautiful future that can't be seen.

Even now, the tone is still one of condescension, as if entering the Starlight would make them some kind of important person.

Of course, it is also possible that it could be "become" a fast-moving consumer good like a puppet.

Wang He is a neutral and kind-hearted person, Bo Bing thought, but she wondered whose lobbyist she had become, and how, after seeing her usefulness tonight, she had thrown the cowboy into the trap.

—Still hoping to win him over with some petty benefits?

Very interesting.

No matter how many times you watch the tug-of-war and struggle for power and interests, it's always interesting and incredibly addictive.

Even a small, pathetic squabble makes me happy, he thought, standing up to stretch his languid limbs before sitting down again and looking at the square clock on the side of the window.

He was thinking about his future.

The charity received with head bowed and hands outstretched will eventually be taken back by the giver, even if one is lucky enough to receive it... but one will never be able to lift their head again.

To be a dog that wags its tail and begs for mercy for the rest of its life?

Even if it's ten, a hundred, or a thousand years from now, Feng Tianhan will not be that kind of guy.

There were some leftover fried chicken and other takeout items on the coffee table. Since Bo Bing couldn't taste them anyway, he just stuffed some food into his mouth randomly. The greasy meat gave him the surreal feeling that he was chewing raw meat.

Yin Su is tied up with something and hasn't returned yet.

However, Bo Bing had no intention of waiting for the owner of the room any longer.

He stood up abruptly.

His eyes were colder than the rainy night outside the window.

Yin Su's room was on the fourteenth floor.

He had already confirmed when he ordered takeout that all the waiters outside were Yin Su's men. They seemed to be waiting for service, but in reality, they were monitoring and protecting him.

Is it surveillance or protection? Stepping out of the room is surveillance, while staying inside the room is protection.

[An electric shock device is present around the host]

Bo Bing isn't stupid.

Rather, it's fair to say that his ability to rise from nothing to such heights demonstrates an astonishingly keen understanding of human nature.

Yin Su was clearly not some innocent girl. They had been together for thirteen years, and even if they weren't together all the time, the other person had accumulated quite a few secrets right under his nose, including some that he didn't know about.

With such an inexplicably powerful force, the He family, and the surname Yin, Bo Bing couldn't possibly believe that this guy was looking for her simply to reminisce and rekindle their thin father-son relationship.

He had probed until now and was completely certain that the other party wanted something from him.

Are you hoping the other party will help you get revenge?

Just seeking skin from a tiger.

His dormitory room contained only a straw mat, medicine, daily necessities, and a few clothes, which he had long ago entrusted to Jiang Wenqing, who said they were old things and would help him throw them away when he had time.

"I'll give you a ride," Jiang Wenqing, dressed in rhythmic gymnastics attire and stretching before the competition, noticed something and stood up. "Aren't you going to leave us your contact information?"

"No, thank you," Bo Bing said, turning around to open the door and smiling at Jiang Wenqing behind her. "Wenqing, please stay."

Jiang Wenqing suddenly realized.

The young man was still wearing the same clothes he had come in. He was wearing a cheap black turtleneck sweater over a short-sleeved shirt, which was almost brownish-red from washing, but it was still firmly attached to his body.

"The mountains are high and the roads are long, we... will meet again in the martial world."

The door slammed shut with a soft, not too loud, sound.

Bo Bing closed Yin Su's bedroom door.

He let out a breath.

Habitual alertness.

[Physical Activity Level] Activated.

[Leg Bone Strengthening] Activated.

[Mad Dog Howling] Initiated, adrenaline release complete.

[Speed ​​of Life and Death] activated, effect lasts for one hour (cooldown 30 days).

A series of electronic sounds were like needle pricks. Bo Bing endured the stimulation of unleashing her brain's potential and stared out the window with red eyes.

The hotel was not far from the filming location in the suburbs. Although the interior was luxurious, the suburbs, without a dense concentration of cameras, gave Bo Bing, who had the system, a lot of room to maneuver.

Outside the window, the bitter rain continued.

[Route planning in progress]

Route planning completed

[Full-body enhancement complete]

Night vision activated.

[Arm Enhancement] Activated.

Blue fibers enveloped Bo Bing's entire body of muscles. He opened the window, and with an incredibly light flip, he leaped steadily over the balcony railing, landing outside the railing.

Even on a rainy night, Bo Bing could still see every Alpha marker very clearly.

A nimble, ghostly figure darted back and forth across the railings, balconies, and air conditioner units.

From top to bottom.

Under the influence of hormones, Bo Bing's nerves were extremely excited.

In just forty-five seconds, he had already sunk from the fourteenth floor to the sixth floor.

There is basically no surveillance on the outside of the building, especially in the high-rise areas where even birds don't bother.

Familiarity.

The young man gripped the bottom of the sixth-floor balcony railing with one hand and habitually narrowed his snake-like eyes in one direction.

[A surveillance camera on the side]

Bo Bing neither dodged nor avoided, but squinted and moved her lips, then loosened her right hand.

His body vanished instantly into the rainy night.

1:40 a.m.

The group arrived at the hotel's exclusive VIP elevator, which appeared to be waiting.

Yin Su loosened his tie with one hand, and He Jinlan, who was next to him, took his suit jacket, which was slightly smelly from smoking. The waitress next to him immediately lowered her head and bowed respectfully to present the tray.

Another professional waiter took a piece of clothing from a tray and draped it over Yin Su's body.

Xiao Peilin stood solemnly behind Yin Su, holding a file folder.

A casual long robe that reached to the ankles, and it was a bit fuzzy.

"What are the arrangements? Is it a flight tonight?"

Xiao Peilin knew his superior was asking about Bo Bing's family. He looked up at his watch; it was 1:43.

"I found out that they bought tickets for a flight that should be flying in the early morning... Coincidentally, it's taking off in two minutes... Monday, Bo Yuntian's class is at 6:20 in the morning."

Did you bring a pen?

A magnetic voice rang out.

The boss couldn't hide his good mood.

“I brought it, and the inkpad too,” Xiao Peilin adjusted his glasses and stepped into the elevator. In his bag was the contract for the trainees from Tianci. He glanced at his watch and frowned slightly. “Boss, shall we go now?”

"I've tentatively asked him two or three times, but he still hasn't given me an answer," He Jinlan pressed the floor button, her voice cold and questioning. "Why is the young master so eager to give him this contract? So many people would kill for it, and besides, it's so late..."

They've had dozens of bodyguards from the He family guarding the area until now.

If you didn't know better, you'd think it was some important criminal.

The value of Tianci in the entertainment industry is beyond doubt. Otherwise, why would so many contestants participate in the show and fight tooth and nail for this one contract?

"Others are others, he is him."

Yin Su exhaled softly, the elevator doors beeped, and he stepped out, his steps seemingly quick. "Even if they're asleep, I have to scoop them up. Of course, it's best if they're sound asleep..."

In that case, the little godfather should be very obedient when pressing the inkpad.

He stood at the door, and his room card touched the access control, emitting a blue light.

"To avoid long nights and too many dreams."

Yin Su heard himself say this.