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

Write a short biography and immerse yourself in the character?

In the courtyard of the Mushroom House, sunlight filters through the gaps in the grapevines, casting dappled shadows on the bluestone slabs.

Li Heigou sat in the slightly worn rattan chair.

He lowered his head slightly.

His handsome face remained calm.

but.

Deep within his heart, however, his thoughts surged rapidly like a rising tide.

The more Li Mo'an thought about it, the more she felt that Teacher Huang was right.

This was truly a wake-up call.

To know.

You can learn quickly if you can fully immerse yourself in the learning process.

This is not some vague theoretical hypothesis.

It is an absolute truth that has been tested in practice.

He also deeply understands this.

Just like the undercover career that just ended not long ago.

Li Mo'an gently rubbed the armrest of the rattan chair with his fingers, his gaze focused on a certain point in the air.

He began to meticulously analyze this logic in his mind.

Looking back on those days.

At the time, because of the inexplicable evil aura emanating from him, his aunt Yang Mi and the production team forcibly threw him into the Yanghai City Central Police Station.

Originally, I just went to record a legal education variety show to experience the daily life of a grassroots police officer.

result.

By a twist of fate, he got caught up in a big fan incident because of a fight challenge.

From that moment on, his identity underwent a complete 180-degree turn.

It became a nail driven into the enemy's ranks.

It was because he immersed himself in the role, treating himself as a real, experienced undercover agent.

It is precisely because of this sense of immersion.

With the help of that super learning buff (police version), everything became logical.

Li Mo'an recalled that process.

When the system's prompts sound in your mind, a vast amount of police experience and criminal psychology knowledge floods into your neurons.

That knowledge did not become rigid dogma to be applied blindly.

Rather, it was a perfect chemical reaction with the "tyrant" personality he had cultivated in his heart.

His every move, every glance, every casual remark in the underworld.

They all exude a natural sense of oppression.

"So this is the power of immersion."

Such a thought came to his mind.

It was through this flawless disguise that he was able to rise so quickly to become the head of the undercover agents.

He made his unruly henchmen bow down in submission.

then.

In a very short time, they sidelined Zhao Zhihai and replaced him.

Later, he used this aura to completely fool the biggest fan leaders in Yunnan Province, leading them across the border without any obstacles.

They marched straight to the lair of the powerful warlord Chachai in Sanbianpo.

Li Mo'an nodded silently in his heart.

It turns out.

Otherwise...

It's impossible to level up that fast just by relying on the buffs provided by this system.

Even if the system provides a learning speed of 100 times or 1000 times.

If one lacks a deep-seated sense of conviction about a role, their behavior will inevitably feel strained.

This is like putting a sports car engine on a tractor.

It will only fall apart when running and will not be able to perform as expected.

Teacher Huang's teachings.

That directly revealed the truth.

He elevated what he used to accomplish entirely through intuition and instinct to a theoretical level.

This gave him unprecedented confidence for the upcoming filming.

These eight words are indeed pearls of wisdom.

Li Mo'an developed a genuine respect for this mentor whom he had taken in halfway through his life.

Meanwhile.

Teacher Huang, sitting across the table, was holding a large ceramic teacup in her hand.

He slowly blew away the tea dust floating on top.

But he didn't rush to drink water.

Instead, she looked past the rising steam and kept her gaze fixed on Li Mo'an.

Teacher Huang watched as Li Mo'an fell into deep thought.

Observing every subtle reaction of the other party.

Under Teacher Huang's sharp eyes.

He clearly noticed the changes in the young man's demeanor.

From the initial bewilderment upon hearing those eight words.

His brow furrowed slightly when he lowered his head in deep thought.

Later on, it was as if he had figured out something.

A look of sudden realization dawned on his calm face.

And that increasingly bright reaction in those clear eyes.

all of these.

All of this made Teacher Huang very happy.

He was secretly pleased, thinking to himself that the boy was teachable.

In this superficial entertainment industry, there are very few young artists who are willing to calm down and think about the core of acting.

Most people only know where the camera is and how to pose to look cool.

They have absolutely no idea what the soul of a person is.

And Li Mo'an.

Although he was a self-taught amateur who had not received any systematic formal training.

In some cases, his thought processes were so bizarre that they made people want to punch him.

But when it comes to acting, he has an exceptionally high level of comprehension.

Teacher Huang thinks Li Mo'an is a smart kid.

Extremely quick to understand.

My brief suggestion only introduced the concept of "writing biographical sketches".

Following this clue, the other party figured out the logic behind it themselves.

This sense of accomplishment as a mentor.

This gave Teacher Huang's vanity of being a teacher an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

He had even started imagining the future in his mind.

If Li Mo'an can become an overnight sensation with his superb acting skills when this gambling-themed movie is released...

When facing media interviews at that time.

He could casually hold his thermos and say, "This child's acting skills were all trained by me."

Just thinking about that scene makes me feel comfortable.

Immersed in this wonderful fantasy.

Teacher Huang's smile lines all smoothed out.

He slowly put down his teacup, the ceramic bottom making a dull thud as it touched the solid wood tabletop.

The sound broke the silence in the courtyard.

Then.

Teacher Huang straightened his back and adopted the most proper and strict teacher posture.

She smiled and looked at Li Mo'an.

His tone conveyed the composure and discernment of someone with experience.

He asked Li Mo'an, "Do you understand the significance of these eight words I've spoken?"

That question was asked with complete confidence.

It's as if they've already grasped the key to unlocking the art of film.

Upon hearing his master's question...

Li Mo'an snapped out of his reverie about the fight and his escape abroad.

He raised his head.

Meeting Teacher Huang's expectant gaze.

Li Mo'an nodded seriously.

He understood.

He truly understood.

This theory perfectly matched his survival rules over the past two weeks.

The master and his apprentice.

They smiled at each other across a wooden table.

Of course, if Teacher Huang knew that Li Mo'an was making connections to his undercover career, he would probably want to slap himself.

After all, what Li Mo'an did before was really too reckless. If someone were to do something of the same magnitude under his guidance, he would be finished.

Meanwhile, Teacher He, who had been mostly silent, kept nodding as he listened to the conversation between the two.

"This biographical sketch is good; we should definitely make one," he said.

A day passed quickly.

A gentle breeze blew, and night fell over Mushroom Village.

Meanwhile, that evening, Li Mo'an's side...