Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

"Go make your brother some sugar water."

Li Yumei instructed Bo Yuntian, who was standing to the side, to pour water for Bo Bing.

"Okay, Mom," Bo Yuntian helped Bo Bing to his lower bunk—it was too dangerous for Bo Bing to sleep on the upper bunk in this state, and he couldn't climb up anyway. He turned around and said, "Mom, look, wash a towel for my brother first. He's sweating on his head right now."

Li Yumei sighed and went into the bathroom to get some water.

"You tell me about your brother Xiao Bing later. He's so young, why is he talking about drinking with two old drunkards?"

Bo Bing was a little drunk. She held her phone in one hand, rested it on her forehead, and squinted at the world that had become colorful in front of her.

This body didn't seem to be a good drinker, so Bo Bing didn't initially realize what effect this level of alcohol consumption would have on her body.

By the time he realized it, his consciousness was already somewhat blurred.

The young man, whose gait was becoming increasingly unsteady, was carefully helped back to his rented room by Li Yumei and Bo Yuntian, who had not touched a drop of alcohol.

This was indeed something unexpected; Bo Bing hadn't anticipated it.

Judging from his demeanor, Li Yumei and Bo Yuntian assumed he was a heavy drinker, so they didn't try to persuade him to drink less.

Thin ice has this kind of constitution.

You won't get flushed or tipsy right away from drinking, but you'll generally be unable to withstand the aftereffects of the alcohol once it's heated up.

Even he became complacent, thinking that his alcohol tolerance was pretty good, and drank a few glasses without worry.

Even if I had only drunk beer or just a few glasses of baijiu, I wouldn't have ended up in such a mess. The problem is that the two drinks mixed together are basically a deep-sea bomb.

Bo Bing has a low alcohol tolerance, so it's understandable that he passed out. After all, Li Feng and Liu Yi, two old alcoholics, also drank like that and both of them got drunk.

"Brother, have some water first."

Bo Yuntian made a cold sugar water solution, which was effective for a swollen throat.

Bo Bing wiped her face, drank some water, and lazily nestled in the lower bunk, closing her eyes as if she were a cuckoo occupying the nest.

Half asleep, Li Yumei seemed to have some night shift work to attend to and needed to rush to the factory to cover for him. She left in a hurry. Bo Yuntian finished his homework. Friday was a reasonable rest day. The boy was sitting in a chair in front of the table, wearing headphones and playing games on his phone.

Bo Bing's drunkenness subsided slightly, and she gestured to the cautious Bo Yuntian that he didn't need to hide his microphone from her.

"I'll go to the living room to make the call, you get some rest, bro."

Bo Yuntian glanced at him twice, then turned and closed the bedroom door, leaving Bo Bing alone, hugging his newly bought pillow and staring blankly.

I am bored.

Thin Ice thought vaguely.

Should I go and bother someone?

Of course, the "other person" in Bo Bing's mind was only one person.

Bo Bing looked at it again and again. It was 11 p.m. Hmm, it seemed a bit late, but... she was a little bored?

Yes, it seems like that guy wanted to make a video call with me, right?

—A video call?

I can't sleep, and I'm just killing time anyway.

On a whim, Bo Bing opened the chat window and made a video call.

It rang for more than 30 seconds, but no one answered.

Is this guy... asleep?

I'm not asleep yet!

Driven by her competitive spirit, or perhaps by an urge to keep bothering the person until they answered the phone, Bo Bing found it amusing and sent over a dozen voice messages in a row.

No one answered the phone.

Bo Bing was also tired of scrolling. When she played on her phone at night, her eyes felt uncomfortable, so she changed her posture and closed her eyes to rest.

And the other side.

Dressed in a black suit and wearing a mask, He Jinlan received a request from a servant and looked at the cell phone in the sealed bag, caught in a dilemma.

The phone must have been ringing for quite some time.

Attendants are not allowed to touch personal belongings at will, but the attendants here are very good at reading people's expressions and are still afraid that these important clients may have urgent matters, so they choose to tell this assistant who looks like an important person first.

An occasion of debauchery and extravagance, a seemingly glittering and luxurious embellishment.

Country S, capital city, one of the top clubs – "Goodnight".

The club only accepts members they approve of, and strictly prohibits minors and those with relevant medical conditions from joining. Membership also requires a guarantor; if any member engages in dishonest or rule-breaking activities, not only the member but also their guarantor will be punished.

The punishment can range from financial ruin to complete disappearance.

Top-tier service, rigorous identity verification, and virtually impeccable privacy protection.

Those who can obtain membership are all prominent figures and wealthy individuals.

It was almost a masquerade ball for the nobility, an occasion where even if you recognized someone, you absolutely could not reveal their identity directly.

Only code names can be used.

The high-end nightclubs frequented by wealthy second-generation individuals are generally for dancing and socializing, and there aren't many restrictions. This is because guys with impure motives who want to hook up with second-generation rich kids are usually not wealthy themselves.

The difference is that the guys here are not lacking in money, status, or unusual hobbies.

Yin Su should be called "Bamboo" here.

bamboo.

Was it because of his unique tattoos? Was it because he watched Kung Fu Panda? Or was it simply because he liked bamboo? No one knew why he used this strange word, nor what it meant.

But all members know that Bamboo is the top dom in the club.

A perfectly hexagonal warrior.