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

After receiving Li Mo'an's unwavering support, he nodded vigorously.

Teacher Huang completely let loose.

He felt that his abundant talent had finally found an outlet.

He stood up immediately.

He picked up the small stool he was sitting on with both hands and moved it forward a bit.

She sat a little closer to Li Mo'an.

He even deliberately lowered his voice and adopted a mysterious demeanor that only martial arts masters would adopt when imparting their secret techniques.

On that slightly chubby face, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes smoothed out with excitement.

"Mo'an."

Teacher Huang began to speak slowly, with a sense of vicissitude and depth that comes from someone who has been through it all.

"Look at those card dealing scenes in movies."

"That's not something you can just send out casually; there's a lot more to it than that."

To make my explanation more vivid and engaging.

He casually picked up a big, bright red apple from the fruit plate on the stone table in the pavilion.

They used the apple as a playing card.

Place it in the palm of your left hand, then cover it with your right hand.

"For example, this technique is called 'bottom welding'."

As Teacher Huang spoke, she began gesturing with both hands holding apples.

"That's when the cards are dealt."

"Your thumb may appear to be pushing a card on top, but it's actually an illusion."

He rubbed his right thumb vigorously on the smooth apple peel.

"The real killer move is your index and middle fingers."

"They've already secretly pulled out the bottom card from below."

Because the apple was too big and round.

His theoretically impressive moves, however, appeared quite clumsy when executed.

Not only did they fail to reveal any hidden cards, but they also failed to draw any trump cards from thin air.

Instead, he almost squeezed the apple out of his hand because he used too much force.

But this did not dampen his enthusiasm for continuing to show off.

Teacher Huang quickly gripped the apple tightly.

He cleared his throat to cover up his earlier awkwardness and continued speaking.

"Besides techniques, psychological warfare is even more crucial."

He extended his index finger and tapped his temple.

"When playing a game like Texas Hold'em, you can't just look at the cards in your hand."

"You need to learn to observe your opponent's micro-expressions."

"For example, when you see the other person's pupils suddenly dilate slightly."

"That usually means you've been dealt a good hand and are trying your best to suppress your excitement."

"If the other person's breathing suddenly becomes shallow, their hands will stiffen unnaturally."

"That's most likely a scam."

"These are top-tier game theory techniques."

Teacher Huang narrated with great emotion.

He poured out all the little-known facts he had researched online over the past few nights without reservation.

His expression was exactly like that of a true master of the gacha system, pontificating on the state of the land.

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

At this time.

The live stream was clearly showing this scene.

As Professor Huang presented his professional theory.

The tens of thousands of online viewers who were just discussing the arrest of the idiot.

They were all stunned.

After a brief pause, the comments on the screen exploded instantly.

Countless words scrolled rapidly, almost obscuring the live stream screen.

"This analysis of the technique is so professional! They even know jargon like 'bottom weld'!"

"I've learned a lot! Teacher Huang, you're really amazing!"

"Haha, the person upstairs mistyped it. It's not 'real ability,' it's 'real torture.'"

"Is the fortune teller planning to switch careers and develop his business on Ooku Island?"

"Using an apple to gesture the card cutting is just too much, this scene is hilarious."

"(covers face) I used to think that the police officer taking Teacher Huang back for investigation was a misunderstanding, but now I think the arrest was justified."

"Officer Zhang's lecture last night was completely wasted."

Netizens typed out various sarcastic remarks on their keyboards.

Everyone took Teacher Huang's remarks as a variety show segment purely for entertainment purposes.

after all.

A celebrity who spends most of his time filming movies and recording variety shows.

Even if you memorize a lot of theoretical knowledge.

It is absolutely impossible for them to actually cheat at a casino.

however.

Just as Teacher Huang was speaking eloquently and spitting as he spoke.

Li Mo'an was sitting opposite him.

He maintained his unwavering, calm expression.

He sat quietly in the wicker chair.

He placed his hands on the handrail and stared intently ahead.

From an outsider's perspective.

He was like a well-behaved listener, attentively listening to the teachings of his elders.

But in fact.

Deep in his mind.

A revolutionary intellectual storm is brewing.

The system's notification sound resonated like a resounding bell between his neurons.

"Ding!"

"【Super Learning Boost Buff (Gambler's Edition)】Activated!"

"[100x learning speed is now in effect!]"

"You are currently learning gambler techniques!"

These mechanical and cold voices had just fallen.

Li Mo'an then experienced a wondrous feeling unlike anything he had ever had before.

With the system operating at full power.

Every word and every syllable that Teacher Huang uttered.

Even the slightest angle at which the apple in his hand was flipped.

After it reached Li Mo'an's ears and eyes.

They were all instantly disassembled, reassembled, and amplified by the system.

Those complex gambling techniques that originally only existed in online popular science articles.

Those tricks and schemes that Teacher Huang used as talking points to show off.

now.

It was like a flood bursting its banks.

It was forcefully poured into his head like an enema.

This is a massive and intensive transmission of knowledge.

The "bottom welding" card dealing technique that Teacher Huang just mentioned.

In Li Mo'an's mind, hundreds and thousands of different angles of force application and muscle control methods instantly evolved.

He could clearly sense that the nerves in his fingers were undergoing millions of virtual training sessions.

How to conceal fingertip movements and how to use the wrist as a cover.

These skills instantly become deeply ingrained muscle memory.

Next is the probabilistic model for card counting.

Numerous combinations of numbers and suits rapidly arrange themselves in the mind.

He doesn't even need to calculate it deliberately.

With just a glance at the cards, the brain can instinctively provide the most accurate feedback on the odds of winning.

And micro-expression analysis maps related to psychological warfare.

It was deeply imprinted in his subconscious.

Millimeter-level changes in pupil constriction, subtle fluctuations in respiratory rate, and minute tremors in facial muscles.

These are details that are difficult for others to notice.

In his hands, everything became the clearest source of intelligence.

This mysterious feeling brought about by the explosion of knowledge.

This deeply immersed Li Mo'an in it.

His breathing became even and deep.

The body remained completely still.

I'm working hard to digest these points of knowledge.

but.

This frantic, pleasurable pace of infusion.

However, it did not last long.

Because of Teacher Huang on this hot morning.

He spoke eloquently and fluently about a long and tedious theory.

Right now.

His throat already felt dry and hoarse.

I swallowed hard, and my throat felt like it was on fire.

I really can't continue.

He stopped talking.

He turned around and reached out to take the large teacup that was placed in the center of the stone table.

I'm going to have a sip of water to soothe my throat.

Then, we will proceed to teach the advanced content.

It was with this turn of Teacher Huang, and the sudden stop of his narration, that things began.

In Li Mo'an's mind.

That comfortable feeling of knowledge being continuously poured in like an enema.

It stopped instantly.

This feeling.

It's like someone who has been trekking through the desert for a long time finally finding a spring that is gushing water.

It was lying there, gulping down the sweet spring water.

I only drank half of it.

But suddenly someone blocked the spring with a stone.

This sense of being stuck in the middle, neither here nor there.

This caused Li Mo'an's nerves to suddenly contract.

The emptiness and disappointment of having his learning process interrupted made him frown.

then.

Without the slightest hesitation.

He immediately looked up.

His handsome face maintained the most standard, calm expression.

but.

Those eyes, which were originally clear and peaceful.

At this moment, however, he revealed an almost fanatical expression of longing.

It was a pure yearning for knowledge.

It's like a traveler who has been starving for three days and three nights suddenly seeing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

He stared intently at Teacher Huang's face with that thirst for knowledge.

then.

His tone carried a very clear sense of urging.

I asked a question quickly.

"Will Teacher Huang continue?"

These few words are brief.

It stood out conspicuously in the quiet pavilion.

On the other side...

Teacher Huang's fingers just touched the edge of the teacup.

He was stunned for a moment upon hearing this.

Then.

He turned his head and met Li Mo'an's longing gaze.

That instant.

Teacher Huang's heart suddenly pounded violently a few times.

People who often show off in front of others know this.

The greatest pleasure of this behavior doesn't actually lie in how profound the content you're talking about is.

It depends on whether there is a qualified listener.

If only there could be one person.

They sit there intently, listening carefully to your boasting.

And when you pause, it can also show great reluctance and thirst for knowledge.

That feeling.

It's even more refreshing than eating a ginseng fruit!

Li Mo'an's eyes at this moment held a pure, unpretentious thirst for knowledge.

Accompanied by that impatient, urging statement.

This directly satisfied Teacher Huang's vanity to an unprecedented degree.

He felt that his talent had finally been recognized by the world.

This even gave him such pleasure that he had an internal orgasm.

The sense of satisfaction he felt at that moment surged from the depths of his heart to the top of his head.

It made him feel like every pore on his body opened up, and he was breathing comfortably in the breeze.

This is the ultimate in pleasurable experience.

This made him completely forget about his thirst.

then.

He was like he'd been injected with chicken blood.

Now I don't even have time to drink water.

He suddenly spread his five fingers and slammed the teacup he hadn't even picked up onto the table.

The porcelain pieces made a crisp sound when they clashed together.

Teacher Huang turned around again.

Directly facing Li Mo'an.

He looked radiant and had a rosy complexion.

It's like they've been injected with chicken blood.

He continued gesturing wildly as he recounted the story.

"good!"

"Since you're so eager to learn, I'll continue."

He raised his voice, which was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

even.

In his extreme bliss, he truly believed himself to be a gambling master instructing his last disciple.

That demeanor was perfectly executed.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and put away his slightly exaggerated gestures from before.

Place your hands crossed on your knees.

He adopted the airs of a grandmaster.

then.

He spoke in a tone full of vicissitudes and earnestness.

Looking at Li Mo'an, he solemnly stated.

"Mo'an."

"Now I'm going to give you all the things I've been saving."

"This is a priceless skill."

"After you become a master gambler."

"Don't forget what your teacher taught you today."

He paused for a moment, as if he felt that for this play to be complete, simply having a tradition was not enough.

There also needs to be some constraints from the rules of the underworld.

So he added that most classic line.

"certainly."

"If you go out gambling and get caught, please don't mention me as your teacher."

These words were spoken.

Teacher He and Peng Peng, among others, were speechless for a moment in the pavilion.

Everyone felt that Teacher Huang's passion for acting was too great.

of course.

Everyone knew that Teacher Huang was just saying that for the sake of creating a good show.

To add some variety show flair to this boring chat.

After all, variety shows are all about exaggerated character portrayals and interactions.

In the large live broadcast room.

Netizens burst out laughing upon hearing this masterful remark.

The screen was once again filled with a dense barrage of comments.

"Hahaha, Teacher Huang is so good at creating entertainment value. He truly is a veteran of variety shows."

"Is this a replica of the Bodhi Patriarch teaching Sun Wukong his skills at Fangcun Mountain?"

"Don't mention my name if you get arrested"—that's a killer line.

"Huang Sanshi has officially changed his name to Huang Qianwang."

"Haha, Teacher Huang wouldn't actually produce a gambling master, would he? (laughs)"

"The prophet upstairs has been killed!"