Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

Chapter 309 Death Vortex

Yin Su tilted his head and readily placed his hand in the other person's palm.

It was described as an easy warm-up.

Yin Su blinked. The young man in front of him pursed his lips, looked serious, and loosely wrapped his arm around him.

My godfather seemed very nervous; even his shoulders were tense.

The scene was rearranged again, and the actors on the sidelines looked at this wonderful duo with expectant and envious gazes coming from all directions.

There was some slippery powder on the floor. The Gothic-style architecture was intricate and ornate. The huge crystal chandelier hanging in the ballroom had a terrifying aura. Golden tassels hung on layers of dark curtains, reflecting beautiful patterns in the green light.

"Ready?"

Chen Hongpeng ran over, followed by several makeup artists. "These two characters don't need to show their faces. I've also spoken to the lighting technicians, so the soft lighting is maxed out. The cameraman has also adjusted the camera position, and the post-production will be handled well."

As the makeup artist approached with a wig, Bo Bing raised her chin. "He's dancing the female steps."

Chen Hongpeng was stunned for a moment, then looked at Bo Bing, "Teacher Yin Su... is this how you discussed it?"

“I’m fine with it,” Yin Su smiled amiably. “It’s good that I don’t need to wear a wig anymore.”

What else can we do?

Of course, one should pamper one's own godfather.

The makeup artists exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes. But this was clearly not the time for them to gossip. They were each led to a temporary dressing room next door to get their makeup done.

Bo Bing's clothes were a fitted formal suit chosen according to his size. The quality was good, and with its elaborate and gorgeous decorations and scarf, the cold-faced young man also had the feel of a medieval nobleman.

The makeup artist was clearly very satisfied with the result, taking pictures with her phone again and again, marveling at the achievement.

As expected, Bo Bing attracted a lot of attention as soon as she stepped out.

His face was mostly obscured by the black veil on the brim of his hat. With the help of makeup, the pale lower half of his face resembled an inorganic marionette, which, along with the white lilies pressed down on the brim of his hat, created a mysterious effect that made it impossible to look away.

Chen Hongpeng stroked his chin, looking the young man up and down as if he had stepped out of an oil painting. "Xiao Bing, you're quite versatile. You can even pull off this kind of outfit."

This is exactly the feeling he wanted. He originally thought that Bo Bing might not be a good match for this look, but he didn't expect that it would perfectly recreate the character's design from the script.

Just as the praise ended, Chen Hongpeng glanced at his phone and told his assistants that Yin Su's makeup and styling had taken a while and it was almost dawn, so the shooting location might need to be adjusted again. At that moment, a wave of cheers erupted from the other end of the line.

Even though Bo Bing was somewhat prepared, his mind went blank the moment he saw He Jinlan appear on the field holding up Yin Su's skirt.

He didn't even think there was anything wrong with He Jinlan being there.

rather say--

At that moment, he couldn't think of anything.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath.

—Unparalleled, overwhelming, divine beauty.

A highly poisonous flower blooming in the swamp

The man's long hair cascaded down his back. His clothing was out of place with the scene and didn't quite match the medieval costumes of Bo Bing and the other extras, nor was it the very modern costumes he had worn before.

She wore a deep V-neck urban chiffon dress in a fuchsia color, adorned with a simple gold necklace. The V-neck was trimmed with rhinestones of various sizes. The skirt had two layers: the upper layer was a large draped fabric, while the lower layer was white chiffon that provided support. She wore elaborate earrings the size of half a palm, featuring openwork inverted spade designs filled with rhinestones, with perfectly polished crystal pendants strung in the center and at the bottom, sparkling brilliantly under the lights.

Yin Su was still wearing a pair of rose-colored gradient women's sunglasses, still with diamond rims, revealing lips painted with the same color lipstick. Her big waves rolled over her shoulders, making her radiant with charm.

Rose pink – this is a very selective color. If your skin tone is slightly off, it will make you look dark, ugly, and unattractive. If you don't wear it well, it will be fatally ugly. There are very few celebrities in the entertainment industry who dare to challenge this color. However, Yin Su wears it and shows a unique fashion sense, which is not out of place at all.

And it is indeed a sniper targeting thin ice.

If Yin Su were a woman, I might actually become her ardent pursuer.

Bo Bing sighed, realizing what she was thinking.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

He stepped forward and politely extended his hand, asking, "May I take a picture?"

“Of course,” Yin Su said in a pleasant tone, gently placing his hand on the other’s hand and actually tickling the other’s palm where no one could see. “It’s my pleasure.”

Bo Bing felt a tingling sensation in her palm and said seriously, "I will try my best to pass it on the first try."

"Is that so?"

Yin Su smiled indifferently, "I would like to hold hands with my godfather a little longer."

Bo Bing lowered her eyes, looking at the other person's earrings, her voice gentle.

"Your earlobes won't be able to take it."

Yin Su's heart skipped a few beats. The other person's upper face was covered by a black veil, but he could almost imagine those dark eyes staring intently at him.

"ACTION!"

[Tango Dancer] Launched.

The electronic sound of Alpha flashed by instantly.

The two stood at the edge of the scene, in a tango entrance ceremony.

Bo Bing stood tall and straight, while Yin Su leaned back, his body half-embraced by Bo Bing's hands. Bo Bing's left hand was placed behind her shoulder, while her right hand clasped her left hand. Together with their gazes, they pointed in the direction of their journey.

As soon as the music started, the two of them instantly changed their toes from a side position to a forward sword step variation. Bo Bing led the way forward as if holding a sword, while Yin Su cooperated by extending his body backward. The sword step variation instantly turned into a quick step combination after the small drumbeat. The tight steps pressed down the rhythm, and the third step stopped at the heavy drumbeat of the music and made a sliding step.

A gasp of amazement rippled through the crowd. That slide was so beautiful, so clean and crisp, like a sharp sword tearing through the barrier of light and shadow, heading straight for the camera.

The camera crane continued to rotate and change position, shifting the shooting angle to face forward as they entered the scene.

Behind the two were a duo dancing in a twilight ensemble at the edge of the arena. Their black dresses shimmered with a greenish glow under the lights. The ant-like mass of people rotated and revolved simultaneously, gradually approaching the two protagonists in the center, creating a scene that was both oppressive and awe-inspiring.

Bo Bing embraced Yin Su, following the music, cutting back and forth in steps, locking the drumbeats, the main perspective continued to rotate in the direction of movement, the music was about to enter the melody drumbeat.

Such perfect teamwork—it's as if the two of them have practiced it a thousand times.

Continuous axis rotation, rhythmic segmentation, and dance poses.

Yin Su's body tilted sharply, and her skirt transformed into a visually striking fish-shaped hem. Bo Bing felt the heat emanating from her body and followed her the moment her center of gravity shifted, twisting her body to provide support and momentum.

Another camera lens positioned the two perfectly under the enormous chandelier, capturing the perfect spiral of Eun Su's skirt as she lifted her leg with a highly dynamic fisheye lens.

The lighting changed, and the outdoor lighting, resembling firelight, covered the figures in orange and turquoise, illuminating their silhouettes.

The extras surged forward like a swirling tide.

Bo Bing tightened his grip, and his opponent clearly understood his meaning instantly. He switched between lock step, quick step, and swing step, and immediately followed with a reverse rotation, changing his footwork.

The male and female walks switch instantly.

Chen Shicheng and his nephew Chen Hongpeng's eyes widened in surprise—this arrangement was unexpected!

Yin Su embraced Bo Bing from behind and spun her around, fitting the plot design, as the one wielding the sword was the true "Queen Ant".

The moment the drum stopped, Bo Bing's waist arched backward, supported by Yin Su's one hand on her back and the other holding her right hand. Like an inorganic puppet, she stretched downwards and positioned herself. Yin Su smiled as he supported the young man's weight.

The set lighting turned an eerie dark green, and the camera focused on a close-up of lilies lying on the ground, framing the two figures in their sculpted poses.

It rotates and slowly pulls away.

A dense mass of extras surrounded the two, radiating outwards and constantly shifting into sculpted, fixed positions, while the extras who continued to approach the center continued to spin tirelessly.

—"When the lead ant loses its way, it causes the pheromone trajectory to become disordered, and the subsequent ant colony will also fall into a closed path, repeating the cycle, and eventually forming an unstoppable death vortex."

—This is a black vortex brought by the tide.

—This will also be the countdown to the green ants' death.