Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing's thoughts were somewhat confused.

Perhaps due to some minor post-traumatic stress disorder, Bo Bing clenched her fists during the weightlessness as the plane lifted off the ground.

In her previous life, her life ended in a plane crash... Only then did Bo Bing realize that she was not as strong as she thought. Faced with the shadow of death, she was still trapped in an inescapable past, like being in a swamp, constantly sinking.

Upon seeing this, Alpha immediately shut down Thin Ice's perception.

There's nothing wrong with indulging in sweet dreams.

At times like these... even absurd dreams should be a warm haven.

The plane landed safely.

Bo Yuntian, carrying his backpack and supporting the pale-faced Bo Bing, walked out of the exit.

Li Yumei, Li Feng, and Wang Lanzhi followed closely behind, carrying a small amount of luggage for the group. Upon seeing Bo Bing's unwell expression, they tacitly refrained from disturbing him.

At 5:30 a.m., the group arrived at the house rented by Li Yumei in a minivan driven by Li Feng's friend.

Li Yumei and Bo Yuntian took the luggage, and Bo Bing took Li Yumei's key and opened the door to go inside.

Wang Lanzhi and Li Feng didn't get out of the car; they waited for Li Feng's friend to finish delivering the evening goods and take them home.

The two groups parted ways thereafter.

The apartment that Li Yumei rented was not large; in fact, it could be described as small.

One bedroom, one living room and one bathroom.

The kitchen was in the small living room. Li Yumei was a diligent woman, and the kitchen was kept fairly clean of cooking fumes.

Bo Bing glanced at the layout of the room.

The small living room wasn't big either. Not far from the cabinet were Li Yumei's bicycle and bed. It was a small wire mesh bed with some collected corrugated cardboard sheets as a bed board. On the sheets were a layer of old clothes and two thin mattresses. On the mattresses were a quilt with a yellow cover. Under the bed were piles of miscellaneous items, clothes, and shoes.

On the small wooden table, Li Yumei's high blood pressure medication, the advertising leaflets she had obtained, and some miscellaneous ointment patches were placed on one side, with some notebooks and papers with illegible words underneath.

On the other side was the dining area, where two cheap pink and blue plastic stools were stacked together and tossed under the table.

The bedroom was undoubtedly reserved for Bo Yuntian.

Bo Bing turned on the light. The fluorescent light was a bit low wattage and not very bright. It had started to turn yellowish after being used for a long time, and the hazy light even looked a bit dim here.

The young man frowned. This light is bad for the eyes; it should be replaced.

Bo Yuntian stood in front of the only rectangular table with modular panels, looking down as he searched for the books and homework he needed to bring, carefully putting them into his schoolbag. Turning his head, he saw Bo Bing scrutinizing the metal bunk bed and the lamp.

He seemed a little embarrassed.

“Brother, you can sleep in my bed first,” Bo Yuntian scratched his head. “The top bunk isn’t made up yet. I’ll make it up for you when we get back from school.”

“Yes, yes, Xiaobing, you should rest for a while. Auntie will buy you some new bedding after get off work tonight, otherwise you won’t be able to rest well,” Li Yumei began packing her things. “I won’t be back for lunch today. You two brothers can go to the school gate for lunch.”

Bo Bing responded, but did not ask Li Yumei for money for the meal, saying that she had her own and that they didn't need to worry about not having enough to eat.

"Have some biscuits and milk we brought for breakfast, don't go hungry," he said, stroking Bo Yuntian's ruffled hair from sleeping on the plane. "Hang in there all morning, and when we get back at noon, I'll treat you to something delicious."

"Okay, thank you, brother."

Bo Yuntian obediently rubbed against Bo Bing's palm, seemingly quite pleased.

Because he hadn't slept enough, Bo Yuntian went to the bathroom to wash up and wake himself up.

The bathroom has a solar-powered shower and a squat toilet. There is a window with paper covering for ventilation, a small washbasin with toiletries on it, and a small mirror from the 80s or 90s. The mirror is only the size of a palm and has a picture of a beautiful woman from that era on the back. There are cleaning tools in a red bucket in the corner.

Bo Yuntian quickly said goodbye to Bo Bing and then went to school.

This house is probably only 20 or 30 square meters. It's old, but the location is good.

It's right across from the school, only a few hundred meters away. I can hear the sounds of neighbors getting up and getting ready, so it seems the students are all up and getting ready.

This area is mostly inhabited by students and workers, with some tenants running small businesses or doing odd jobs around the school. At this hour, not many people are still sleeping.

Li Yumei soon followed suit and hurriedly rode her bicycle to work.

Bo Bing really wanted to take a shower and go to bed, but she found that the old-fashioned solar water heater was not filling with water; there wasn't a single drop of hot water in it.

He reluctantly filled the tub with water, but the water needed to be heated in the sun all day to get hot, so there was no way he could take a hot shower now. He could only skip washing his hair, take a cold shower in three minutes, and then go to sleep.

Of course, I didn't forget to charge my phone when it ran out of battery.

Sleepy.

Bo Bing slept soundly until he woke up again when Bo Yuntian woke him up at noon after school.

"Brother, get up."

A helpless voice sounded as someone patted Bo Bing on the shoulder.

"Oh, it's already noon?"

Bo Bing rubbed her sore eyes; the sunlight through the small window was already very dazzling.

He slowly got up to wash his face and brush his teeth—the toiletries were disposable hotel toiletries that Bo Yuntian had brought back, which made Bo Bing happy and she praised her cheap younger brother for being thrifty.

He changed into the original owner's old hoodie and followed Bo Yuntian downstairs.

My phone suddenly had a lot of unread messages, and there was also a notification from the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China (ICBC) app that my bank card had received a payment of 2500 yuan.

Bo Bing had already followed the system's instructions and deleted most of the people on WeChat who had little contact with the original owner. He hadn't seen many people contact him when he was hospitalized.

He opened the form and saw that the payment was from the Tianci program team.

Aside from the concern expressed by the original owner's relatives, almost no one else spoke on WeChat.

This made one of the chats with 37 unread messages particularly noticeable. Bo Bing looked at her phone, chuckled, and opened Yin Su's chat.

For some reason, this guy changed his WeChat profile picture to a large head of a pixelated figure with long red hair. Red is probably his support color, and it even has a cinnabar dot between his eyebrows.

—Yin Su's own villain.

Is it in the same style as my current profile picture?

Bo Bing raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Tsk, she's actually kind of cute.

Yin Su sent messages from around 10 p.m. last night until around 10 a.m. this morning. First, he said that he had changed his profile picture and asked him if it was cute and other strange things. Then he didn't say a word for about two hours.

Information at 1:50.

Why did you leave?

My godfather is truly heartless.

Then came the message at 2 a.m.

You promised me you'd go to sleep.

For the next half hour,

I'm sorry I'm late.

Please give me another chance? I promise I won't go anywhere else, and I'll stay obediently by my godfather's side...

Godfather, are you watching?

Most of the messages were confessions and apologies, interspersed with a single sentence.

Have a safe journey!

Bo Bing rubbed her phone for a moment, then continued looking at it.

The next message was probably sent by Yin Su in the morning, something like saying that the player subsidies from Tianci had been transferred to him, and there was also a recent message.

If you wake up, please let me know you're safe.

Following this were several memes of cats with crying faces, making them look rather pitiful.

Well, it is pitiful, Bo Bing thought, and tapped Yin Su's profile picture.

The little man's head moved.

I patted "Yin Su" and said I liked him.

Bo Bing's temples throbbed. This brat is really... frivolous.

The opponent responded almost instantly.

My godfather woke up? I thought he would never contact me again.

Yin Su smiled, his eyes crinkling, and quickly snapped a screenshot of the "tap" feature in the chat window.

Qu Long and the others in the meeting nearby breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the person in the main seat smiling and replying to messages, they immediately dared not breathe, for fear that Yin Su's hard-won improvement would be ruined.

Not that bad.

As the young man watched his group approach, he belatedly realized that the bank card the original owner had used to deposit money wasn't linked to WeChat. It turned out that almost all the money in WeChat had been used to pay the termination compensation in the past two days.

Later, I bought plane tickets and paid for the car reservation.

The takeout was ordered by He Jinlan's subordinates; he hadn't spent any money on it and had forgotten about it.

Bo Bing pressed the voice command directly.

"Give me thirty, I have no money for food."

If this were a comic, Yin Su would probably have a small question mark above his head right now.

The guys in the meeting were very curious, but they received a smile from Yin Su, who had a hidden knife.

At this moment, I wish I could bury my head under the table and pretend I had never heard Yin Su's voice chat.