Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Bo Bing successfully bought two bowls of tomato casserole. While there weren't many people around, she chose a seat near the door and started eating.

It was right at the time when school was letting out, and large groups of students were walking out of the school gate.

This street is basically full of snack and milk tea shops, with the occasional bookstore and stationery store interspersed among them.

The young man stirred the rice noodles in his hand, blew on them to cool them down and spread the thick layer of chili oil.

The rice noodles were stewed with pork, topped with a scrambled egg, sliced ​​ham and cabbage, and drizzled with tomato soup. Although it wasn't a particularly luxurious meal, it looked quite appetizing.

Bo Bing could smell the tomato with chili oil as she picked at the rice noodles, chewing and swallowing.

Since it wasn't a congenital loss of taste, even when smelling something, the brain seemed to keenly generate a certain fragrance illusion, as if it were actually tasting it.

In reality, there was only a stinging sensation in the mouth, and the oral mucosa felt slightly stinging.

This isn't a taste sensation, but rather the effect of the chili oil that Bo Bing added to deceive himself. The pain receptors are activated, and the sense of smell is aided, creating a reasonably good illusion for Bo Bing.

Taking this opportunity, Bo Bing linked the card where the original owner had deposited money to WeChat Pay.

Just before Yin Su distributed the money, he confirmed that the young man was simply starving, not in need of 300,000 yuan to resolve his debt crisis.

[Flower: Did Godfather have lunch? What did he eat?]

[Flower: [crying cat emoji] I miss my godfather so much~]

[Flower: [Image]]

Bo Bing's phone rang; it was a message from Yin Su. So the young man picked up his phone and tapped on it.

Upon seeing the picture sent by the other party—Yin Su posted a picture of his lunch, which looked to be all light meals.

It doesn't look appetizing at all.

[ICE: What kind of birdseed did you eat?]

[ICE: [Image] It has no flavor, didn't you know that? But mine is better than your pile of grass.]

Yin Su pursed his lips, his expression somewhat gloomy.

The photo shows a clay pot that has been half-eaten, with a thick layer of chili oil floating inside.

He could roughly guess why his godfather had put in so many chili peppers.

[Flower: I will find a cure, Godfather, don't worry.]

[Flower: I'm going to the set this afternoon [crying cat emoji], and afterwards I need to follow my manager's plan and eat light meals for a while to maintain my skin condition]

Bo Bing discovered that Yin Su really liked sending memes of cats with crying faces.

The young man thought for a moment, what skin condition did that guy's face need to maintain?

—A face that is unprecedented and may never be surpassed.

Hmm... No wonder so many fans say that Yin Su's "face is his everything." For the first time, Bo Bing realized how much importance the people around Yin Su placed on his face. If there were an insurance policy for his looks, Yin Su's fans and agents would definitely vote for him to the skies.

They look rather pitiful.

So he sent a meme of him petting a cat's head.

[ICE: Is this the martial arts film you started filming last year? Is it still not finished?]

Yin Su let out a breath and tapped the emoji the other person had sent.

The godfather sent this kind of emoji.

I can't imagine what kind of expression the other person will have. They'll probably have a cold face, while hesitatingly clicking on a cute emoji.

Somewhat cute.

[Flower: Yes, this movie is a big production. The director is quite persistent and wanted to reshoot a few scenes.]

[Flower: But I film very quickly, so there are basically no hiccups.]

[Flower: Godfather, you can check out the production team's promotional materials when you have time [link]]

Bo Bing swiped the phone link, accurately found the production team's Weibo account, and followed it on a secondary account.

I also followed Yin Su's official account.

Yin Su's official Weibo account has over 70 million followers. Even Bo Bing's eyes widened slightly upon seeing this number of followers.

The sheer number of fans is the reason for Yin Su's massive online following.

No wonder every celebrity wants to ride on Yin Su's popularity.

In the promotional photos for "The Golden Crow Cauldron", Yin Su is undoubtedly placed first, even though he is not the main character.

In the drama, Yin Su plays Zhang Zetian, a swordsman with superb martial arts skills.

In the official photo, Zhang Zetian, dressed in blood-stained gray clothes, stands on the rocks of a cliff. The wind blows his straw hat, revealing a calm and indifferent face.

He turned his head, his gaze unfocused, yet it seemed as if he no longer needed to see clearly.

A silver pendant hung from his right ear, and in his hand were his blood-stained double-edged swords—the first and fifteenth of the month.

You can dodge the first day of the month, but you can't dodge the fifteenth.

No, is the screenwriter insane?

The young man choked slightly, and under Bo Yuntian's gaze, he quickly drank water to cover up his inexplicable amusement.

Bo Bing looked at the photo with a critical eye, but after looking at it for a long time, she couldn't find any flaws. She could only sigh and say that God had blessed her with such talent.

With that face, even if he were an idiot or a blockhead, he could easily make a living in the film and television industry for another ten years.

People are more infuriating than people.

[ICE: Now I understand your fans' slogan, "As long as you have a face, the country will stand."]

[Flower: Does my godfather think I'm good-looking?]

Bo Bing sighed, hooked her arm around Bo Yuntian's shoulder, and went back to the rented room.

[ICE: Yes]

"He can't. There's no one else in the film and television industry who can beat him, right?" Bo Bing thought.

[Flower: Well, what I mean is, am I pleasing to your eye?]

Yin Su curled his lips into a smile, directly hitting his godfather's weak spot.

【ICE: ......】

Bo Bing inexplicably felt that the room was a bit stuffy, so he opened the window, sat on Bo Yuntian's lower bunk to get some fresh air, and watched Bo Yuntian take out his English exercises and begin his daily reading comprehension practice, which he did without fail.

【ICE: [Red Envelope]】

Bo Bing lay down on the inside of the lower bunk.

[Flower: I don't need money, godfather]

[ICE: I'll buy you candy]

The methods for coaxing children should all be the same, Bo Bing thought, stretched, stared blankly at the somewhat old blue glass window.

Bo Bing's avoidance of certain topics is extremely sensitive... Not only does she demand repayment and distance herself from the issue, but she also refuses to answer her own questions—of course, refusing to answer is itself an answer...

Yin Su saw it all.

After taking a screenshot of the chat history, he raised his arm to cover his eyes.

What should I do, little godfather? Only half a day has passed...

—But I've already started missing you.