Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

A morning at the Mushroom House.

Under the pavilion.

The morning breeze rustled through the greenery in the yard, bringing a rare touch of coolness.

Li Mo'an's words, "It's a script about gambling," had just faded into the air.

The teacher sitting opposite, Ms. Huang, suddenly brightened up her eyes, which had been somewhat dim.

It was like two searchlights suddenly turning on in the pitch-black night.

His mind raced through the complex casino codes he had been memorizing late into the night for the past few days.

There are also those shuffling techniques extracted frame by frame from old movies.

He put in a tremendous amount of effort to learn these things.

However, after being detained, all that knowledge he had remained untapped.

That feeling of frustration was worse than not eating for three days.

And now.

This is like a perfect pillow for someone who's sleepy!

A golden opportunity to show off fell right in front of him without warning.

........................................

however.

Li Mo'an, sitting on the other side of the table, was completely unaware of Teacher Huang's eyes, which gleamed like a hungry wolf eyeing meat.

Because it happened at the same time.

A series of crisp sounds echoed in the depths of his mind without warning.

"Ding!"

"System triggered: 'Do one job, do another job'!"

"Host detected will be engaged in work as a [gambler]..."

"Congratulations, host, you have obtained the [Super Learning Boost Buff (Gambler's Version)]!"

The mechanical beeping continued, one after another.

Li Mo'an was slightly taken aback by the shock.

Upon hearing this notification, he felt speechless.

Li Mo'an sat calmly in the rattan chair, her hands unconsciously resting on the armrests.

He was internally ranting and raving.

"When I heard the notification sound, I thought I'd received a script and the system would give me some kind of acting reward, like god-level acting skills or excellent memorization of lines!"

"This system's detection is a bit too off."

"I'm currently doing legitimate acting work."

"It's just that I'm going to play a related role."

"Why were they immediately labeled as gamblers?"

He felt that his professional ethics had been misunderstood to some extent.

After all, he is an artist with aspirations.

but.

This feeling of being speechless didn't last long.

immediately.

He began to comfort himself, following his usual way of doing things.

"Although this skill sounds pretty cruel."

"Just the fact that his name contains the word 'gambler' is enough to attract the attention of the police."

But skills should be used correctly!

"Back when I first acquired the [Police Insight] skill."

Forehead......

My thoughts paused for a moment.

It seems to be a legitimate skill filled with righteous light.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter if it's a good skill or a bad skill."

"It's good as long as it's used for good."

"It's not just the police's keen observation skills, but everything else they possess has been used for good!"

(Chief Lei: Are you sure?!)

After this self-justifying attempt to comfort him.

Li Mo'an nodded inwardly.

He found it much easier to accept.

After accepting this newly acquired skill bonus.

He raised his right hand and touched his chin.

I'm thinking about it.

Where should I go to learn these things to activate the buff?

After all, this is just a buff, not a direct infusion of complete knowledge.

And at this time.

Teacher Huang, sitting opposite, was already impatient.

He had a bellyful of theoretical knowledge that he had nowhere to vent.

His desire to share made it impossible for him to sit still in the chair.

They eagerly came closer.

In order to conceal his inner eagerness.

He deliberately cleared his throat.

He slowed his movements slightly, deliberately putting on an air of mystery.

"Your script is a gambling-themed script."

Teacher Huang looked at Li Mo'an and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Then.

He slightly raised his chin.

"exactly."

"I know a little about gambling, don't I?"

He pronounced those words with exceptional clarity, carrying a composure and confidence unique to an elder.

These words were spoken.

The viewers in the live stream room instantly perked up.

The few comments that were originally floating slowly.

It suddenly increased dramatically.

The barrage of comments scrolled rapidly, almost covering the entire screen.

The tens of thousands of online viewers were like cats that had smelled fish.

"Haha, the fortune teller is online."

"Teacher Huang's urge to show off is acting up again; who can stop him!"

(Covering face) Teacher Huang, I'm not trying to be mean, but you really don't learn your lesson easily.

"Have you forgotten what happened last night?"

"He was just taken back for questioning overnight for discussing gambling with an old man at the village entrance, and now he's talking about this again."

"I haven't even had a chance to sit on this chair properly before my old problem has flared up again."

"Didn't that policeman say you should learn from this experience? Be careful what you say when you chat with people outside. Don't casually share sensitive information, especially things that could easily set a bad example?"

"Haha, Officer Zhang's earnest advice was completely ignored by Teacher Huang."

Netizens were sending messages with great amusement.

Watching the guests teeter on the edge of disaster greatly satisfies their desire for entertainment.

At this time.

Peng Peng, sitting on the edge of the pavilion, was watching the Mushroom House live stream on his phone.

He kept his head down, his gaze fixed on the screen.

Looking at the dense barrage of comments.

Peng Peng was speechless.

He also felt that Teacher Huang was forgetting his mistakes.

The scene of being taken away by the police car last night is still vivid in my mind.

Today, in broad daylight, we're going to repeat the same mistake again.

And it happened in front of a live camera.

Isn't this just asking for trouble?

But he was a junior.

You can't speak ill of your elders in front of the camera.

Peng Peng hesitated for a while.

It looked like Teacher Huang was about to launch into a long lecture about those dangerous techniques.

He had a sudden inspiration.

A compromise solution was found.

So he raised his smartphone.

Slightly turn the screen towards Teacher Huang.

"Teacher Huang."

Peng Peng swallowed hard and then spoke.

I told Teacher Huang what was said in the live chat.

"Netizens are saying that you shouldn't forget Officer Zhang's instructions this morning."

"This will help you be more mindful of your boundaries when chatting in the future."

"Don't casually impart that sensitive knowledge."

Peng Peng subtly reminded Teacher Huang by using comments from netizens.

Hopefully, the other party can pull back from the brink in time.

Who knew?

Teacher Huang listened to Peng Peng's retelling.

He simply waved his hand dismissively.

His mind is now filled with how to show off the knowledge he learned last night.

It would be a great regret in life if one could not find someone to listen to the theories one has painstakingly studied.

He immediately found himself a perfectly legitimate reason.

He leaned back slightly, looked at Peng Peng, and stated confidently:

"Hi."

"I'm talking to Mo'an."

"I am Mo'an's master."

"We are all on the same side, not outsiders."

This first reason directly uses the relationship of status to rationalize the behavior.

Then he came up with a second, more high-sounding excuse.

"And another one is..."

"I wanted to help Mo'an understand the characters in the script."

"This is an exploration of artistic creation."

"This isn't about imparting sensitive information!"

Hearing such impeccable logic...

Peng Peng sat on the stool, looking dazed.

He opened his mouth.

I wanted to refute something, but I was speechless.

He discovered that his meager eloquence was utterly inadequate in front of a seasoned veteran like Teacher Huang.

This excuse is so well-founded that there's not even a fault to be found.

then.

In order to win over allies, Teacher Huang definitively defined the nature of the matter.

He turned his head.

When asked, Li Mo'an said:

"Mo'an, am I right?"

Li Mo'an was worried about not having a place to learn gambling skills.

I was just struggling with how to activate the system's super learning bonus buff.

Now I hear this.

It's like someone just hands you a pillow whenever you want to sleep.

They nodded immediately, like pecking at rice.

"Yes, Master."

He answered very decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing how cooperative his apprentice was.

Teacher Huang's smile lines all smoothed out.

The more he looked at Li Mo'an, the more pleasing he became.

He even felt that this apprentice was extremely sensible.

He thought to himself smugly:

These netizens are just worrying unnecessarily.

"Look at Mo An, she doesn't seem to think it's a big deal at all!"