Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

In his previous life, he was from Houxiangli, a remote area in Northwest China. At an age when his education level was not high, he had served as a member of the "Funeral Love Family" for a period of time.

He was addicted to energetic DJ dance music like "Phoenix Dance in the Nine Heavens." Back then, it was true that cement was brought to the village entrance for gatherings. He was also the top-ranked "emo" teenager in the village's "Funeral Love Gang."

His hair was dyed in all sorts of colors. In the morning, he drove a tractor, and in the evening, he danced with his fellow members in the open space behind the factory.

Although he hadn't received any professional guidance, this was one of the few forms of entertainment he had while driving south. At first, he thought it was just for fun, but later it really became a way to make friends through dancing. He would get together with a few young people and have a thrilling gang battle. No matter if they were covered in dirt or other things, they were all happy.

During his seven years driving sports cars, he also met many "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion) and traveled to many places. He was exposed to various dance styles, from ethnic minority dance music to street dance studios, for a period of time.

He even created many "ultimate moves" thanks to his strong physical abilities.

These amazing skills only exist in videos of some young people, and may even exist on old social media. However, few people remember him; his working life has truly taken a toll on him.

No one would have guessed that he used to be a "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion).

In addition to basic hip-hop and breaking, his dance this time also incorporated popping and waacking, and even a small amount of dancehall and power jazz. Later, accompanied by the intense fluctuations in the music, he also added a lot of his own original moves.

Modified versions of dip death, and various modified versions of common bboy moves.

[Shamate - Activated]

[Physical Activity - Activated]

[Powerful - Activation]

The guy under the lights really put on a big show of his own.

Even Liu Meng was stunned, and didn't come back to his senses until the music ended. In his memory, this guy was just barely passing all the trainee exams. When did he become so amazing? Or was this guy just pretending to be weak all along?

Nothing more than an almost overwhelming level of physical development.

Cheng Yu put down his pen and clapped.

This trainee has a clear anchor point; he's not afraid of not becoming popular. Not only is he not stage-frightened, but he also has outstanding dance skills.

Bo Bing took a breath and habitually lifted her right hip and swung her leg to relax.

A deep, magnetic voice rang out.

"Good morning, judges. I am Bo Bing, from City L."

He ended his self-introduction with just one short sentence, unlike others who went on and on to show off.

Wang Xiuyu was somewhat interested in him. She glanced at the music in her hands and said, "The dance is good, but I don't know if he can keep up with this song."

He soon realized why the teacher had said that.

"O Saki Saki" is a Bollywood-style dance track that isn't very good for basic jazz or choreography.

Unfortunately, this song encountered thin ice.

In his past life, he often played night games with drivers from ethnic minorities. His classic moves were so realistic that they blended seamlessly into the curry-flavored dance music.

The precise timing and waacking techniques enhance the subtle sound effects, while the delicate waist, hip, and leg movements unique to dancehall are also eye-catching.

Basically, this song is completely different in style from the previous one, but Bo Bing's performance is outstanding.

“There are very few people who can dance this style of dance well. The mainstream is still jazz dance and choreography that people like,” Wang Xiuyu said with a smile. “Your performance was really unexpected.”

Bo Bing simply echoed her.

In fact, this was a song he'd heard before; it wasn't the first time. He'd often heard it on his playlist in his past life, so the rhythm was basically perfect to him. It was a huge advantage for him; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have performed so well.

Next is the question and answer session.

The judges were very interested in him.

Bai Shanyan, who had been praising the trainees in a very polite manner, and Zhang Feng, who had been keeping a close eye on the people on stage, also became somewhat agitated.

Zhang Feng recognized him; this was his former junior from school.

But he didn't expect things to change so much. In just six months, the other person had become someone he no longer recognized.

The young man standing under the light was wearing a high-necked black sweater. His skin was as fair as ever, but his body was covered with strong, explosive muscles. His hair was no longer neatly combed as usual, but rather loose and casual as he swept it back.

With his back straight, Bo Bing appeared taller, and once his timid demeanor was removed, he seemed full of energy.

Moreover, there was an undeniable air of superior authority, a natural tone of voice from above to below, details that he himself might not have even noticed.

It seemed like speaking like that was a very natural thing for him.

His once gentle, ordinary appearance now appeared imposing and sinister due to his pair of cold, serpentine eyes, and the beauty mark near his right eye also gained a unique charm. Although his face was still the one he knew very well, it felt much more rugged, lacking any weakness, and exuding a strong masculine aura.

But a strange sense of unfamiliarity lingered around Zhang Feng. If there weren't two other trainees named Bo Bing here, he would have doubted whether this testosterone-fueled young man was actually the frail and gentle junior he remembered.

It turned out that the deep chill he had just felt was not his imagination, but a real phenomenon; the owner of those eyes was Bo Bing.

He simply couldn't reconcile the person in front of him with that gentle junior.

He didn't even dare to look the other person in the eyes.

—A terrifying feeling, like a venomous snake being unleashed from its cage.

Do you have any other talents?

Chen Yu was very interested in him and felt that the company's support would make him a star. This was just his feeling, and his intuition was rarely wrong.

This person has some very attractive qualities that he can't quite put his finger on, but he just has that feeling about him.

In terms of talent, Bo Bing certainly has many talents to be proud of.

Bo Bing thought this way, and that's what she said.

"for example?"

"I can drive a truck, and I also had some boxing training."

These are skills that are very rare among trainees, and could they be considered talents?

The agent next to her, Wang He, didn't know, but she knew that today's episode would definitely be a hit.

Chen Yu's eyes lit up.

"Boxing? What's your skill level?"

"Amateur level highest, basically no ordinary person can beat me."

Chen Yu gasped. Was this guy desperate for fame? How dare he say something like that? But with this bombshell, the trailer will definitely be something to watch.

This is not a lie by Bo Bing. Whether in his previous life or after inheriting his skills, very few ordinary people can defeat him.

After all, one cannot rely entirely on bodyguards for safety.

"I'm curious, why did you want to participate in this program?"

Chen Yu stared at the person in front of him.

Does this guy also use platitudes?

Bo Bing was slightly taken aback.

“It’s a complicated story… because I still have things I want to accomplish, and people I want to see. I also owe that person an apology,” he paused, “maybe I’ll never find him in my lifetime… but I should at least try.”

He smiled nonchalantly.

Beautiful people are always unforgettable.

How could a poor actor like him, who couldn't even survive in his previous life, possibly become famous in the entertainment industry? Even if we take a step back, which famous actor would be willing to be a decorative vase and a chatty nanny, serving him tea and water every day?

But now that guy is rich and financially independent, he can do his own thing, making my chances of finding him in the entertainment industry even slimmer.

So Bo Bing didn't take it to heart at all.

Of course, if our "vase" (a derogatory term for a pretty face) knew what he was thinking, she'd probably want to crack open his head to see if he was really that dense.