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

The footage from the Mushroom House livestream room.

at this time.

Despite Mr. Huang’s desperate attempts to explain, trying to package his remarks, which sounded like the teaching of a thousand secret techniques, as a scientific magic trick reveal, he was still struggling to make sense of it.

but.

This attempt to cover up the truth clearly did nothing to quell the fire.

The tens of thousands of online viewers simply didn't buy it.

On the contrary, people keenly noticed the guilty conscience in the big star's words.

People watching on screens are more inclined to immerse themselves in this joyful atmosphere of watching the excitement and not caring about the drama.

Viewers in the live stream were still frantically typing away on their keyboards.

The comments scrolled rapidly, almost filling the entire screen.

"Teacher Huang, please stop trying to cover it up."

A high-quality bullet comment with a striking color floated by, instantly eliciting countless echoes.

Following this line of conversation, everyone began a collective word relay game.

"Don't talk about revealing secrets."

"I've already learned it all, and now I'm getting ready to buy a plane ticket to the casino and dominate the game."

"You're the one who's ready to dominate? I've already won a small fortune at the mahjong parlor at the entrance of our village, using the bottom-welding techniques that Teacher Huang just taught me."

"Master Huang, please accept my bow!"

The screen is filled with scrolling text.

They were all jokes full of teasing.

No one took it seriously; everyone simply viewed Teacher Huang's predicament as a hilarious comedy.

At this time.

On the other side of the courtyard.

Peng Peng was sitting quietly on a small stool.

He held the smartphone with its black casing in his hand, his gaze fixed on the screen.

He was watching the dense barrage of comments scrolling by.

in fact.

A few minutes ago.

Watching my master sit on the small stool, explaining the tricks of the casino with such dedication, it was as if he had forgotten himself.

Pengpeng was feeling very uneasy.

He was sitting next to me, holding his phone, and his palms were covered in a fine layer of sweat.

He was also quite worried that Teacher Huang would get into trouble again.

The scene of Officer Zhang taking Teacher Huang away with a stern face when the police car arrived at the gate last night was truly impactful.

Peng Peng was afraid that his master, who had just been released, would be unable to control his boastful mouth.

Then some concerned Chaoyang resident reported it.

That would be a really big problem.

but.

now.

As he swiped his phone screen.

Looking at these rapidly scrolling bullet comments.

Everyone is uniformly using the same memes, and they've even started competing to see who can make the biggest boast.

This is a harmonious and entertaining feedback.

This shows that these netizens are simply enjoying the entertainment brought by the variety show.

No one intends to escalate this matter.

No one has morally accused Teacher Huang of corrupting children.

The moment I realized it.

Peng Peng let out a long breath of stale air that had been trapped in his chest.

His tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Seeing this, he was no longer worried.

Since the audience is treating it as a joke, the crisis is completely over.

As a regular guest on a reality show, he naturally knew what to do in this situation.

Going with the flow, this joyful atmosphere was pushed to an even higher climax.

To enhance the overall effect of the program.

Peng Peng took a deep breath and adjusted his facial expression.

He smiled and looked up.

I looked away from the faintly glowing phone screen.

He then looked at Teacher Huang, who was sitting opposite him, still panting slightly after having just finished making up for the mistake.

He cleared his throat.

He wore that sly smile typical of a junior.

then.

He then read aloud to Teacher Huang all the bullet comments with the most likes on his phone screen, one by one.

"Master."

Peng Peng grinned and deliberately dragged out his voice.

"That's what netizens are saying."

"Everyone is telling you to stop trying to cover it up; any explanation is just a cover-up."

"Some netizens commented that, 'Don't talk about revealing the secrets, he has already learned them and is now preparing to use your special skills to dominate the world.'"

"What's even more outrageous is..."

Peng Peng suppressed a laugh and pointed to the equipment in his hand.

"Some people say that he has already won a small goal by following the micro-expression theories you taught him."

Peng Peng's voice echoed in the quiet courtyard.

Listen to Peng Peng read out these comments from the live stream.

Teacher Huang, sitting opposite, paused slightly.

to be frank.

He was quite nervous to begin with.

He was afraid that his boastful display just now would lead to an irreparable public relations crisis.

That's why he desperately resorted to the "anti-gambling ambassador" rhetoric.

He tried to force himself back from the brink of breaking the rules.

And now.

According to Peng Peng's retelling.

Now we know that tens of thousands of netizens in the live chat are laughing and making jokes.

This proves that although his emergency attempt to salvage the situation was clumsy, it was a smooth landing.

After confirming that it was absolutely safe.

The heart that had been hanging in my throat finally settled back into my chest.

He extended his right hand.

He picked up the large ceramic teacup that was placed on the solid wood table.

Bow down.

He slowly took a sip of the warm tea.

The warm liquid flowed down his throat, moistening his throat, which had become dry from nervousness.

then.

He felt completely relaxed.

That feeling of relief made him feel completely comfortable.

Teacher Huang sat on that old little stool.

He adjusted his posture, leaning back slightly.

The awkwardness and guilt on his face vanished without a trace at that moment.

The relaxed feeling of an elder laughing at a younger person reappeared on his face.

That composure that belongs to a veteran of the entertainment industry has returned to him.

He put the teacup back on the table.

It made a crisp, light sound.

He raised his right hand and waved it casually in mid-air.

That gesture exuded the nonchalant air of a big shot.

then.

He turned his head and looked directly at the fixed camera lens not far in front of him.

In front of tens of thousands of online viewers.

He laughed and joked.

Also said:

"Hi."

"You young people just love to joke around."

Teacher Huang's tone became incredibly light, even carrying a touch of the arrogance unique to his persona.

"What I just talked about involves complex psychological games and manipulation techniques."

"That's not something you can master just by listening to a couple of sentences."

"No way."

"No way."

He paused, widened his smile, and confidently delivered his final conclusion.

"No one will actually do what I say."

"You learned some gambling skills just by listening to it a couple of times?"

Teacher Huang's words had just faded in the pavilion.

then.

Just at this time.

A voice suddenly rang out.

"Um... I've learned it."

The entire mushroom house fell silent instantly.