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

As night deepened, the Mushroom House, which had been bustling and noisy during the day, now enjoyed a rare moment of tranquility.

The lights in the courtyard were turned off one by one.

Only a few faint starlight remained, filtering through the gaps in the leaves and spilling onto the cobblestone path.

After washing up, Li Mo'an slowly walked back to her room along the corridor.

He pushed open the door and pressed the switch on the wall.

This is a relatively independent side bedroom.

The room wasn't large, but it was very tidy, containing only a single bed and a simple wooden wardrobe.

He did not live in that spacious dormitory room with Teacher Huang, Teacher He, and Peng Peng.

It's not because he, as a newcomer, has any diva-like temperament or insists on being treated specially.

Rather, it's because there's a reason for it.

Li Mo'an walked to the bedside and sat down.

His handsome face remained as calm as ever.

He reviewed the accommodation arrangements for the past few days in his mind and felt somewhat speechless.

in fact.

Two days before he returned from Shanghai and stepped into the Mushroom House again.

We all did indeed sleep under the same roof.

However, as time went on, the situation gradually became somewhat out of control.

Although Li Mo'an has not shown any earth-shattering or evil characteristics in the past few days.

For example, unlike before, they no longer casually swung a shovel on the back hill and dug out some incredible high-explosive bomb from the soil.

They didn't pull off any more earth-shattering incidents that put the entire village at risk of evacuation.

but.

While no major troubles occurred, those unpredictable, minor mishaps still happened from time to time.

At that time, Teacher Huang had just finished showering and was standing in front of the bathroom mirror with her hair still wet.

The other person picked up the plugged-in hair dryer and pressed the switch to dry their hair.

result.

The hair dryer, which usually works perfectly, suddenly short-circuited without warning.

Accompanied by a sharp "sizzle" sound of electricity.

A burst of bright blue sparks shot out from the tail of the hair dryer.

Teacher Huang's hand jerked violently from the electric shock, and the hairdryer fell to the ground.

Even when the power went out, Teacher Huang was so frightened that she collapsed onto the floor.

The other person's face turned deathly pale, and their breathing became rapid.

This almost electrocuted Teacher Huang half to death.

Not only that.

One night, everyone in the house was fast asleep.

Suddenly, a dull, loud bang was heard.

Pengpeng was snoring away, fast asleep.

The sturdy wooden bed beneath him somehow broke in the middle.

Peng Peng, along with his blanket, fell directly into a V-shaped wooden pit.

The young man crawled out of the rubble in a daze, completely bewildered and unaware of what had happened.

A series of accidents.

This left Teacher Huang and the others speechless.

After discussing it, everyone agreed that this matter was definitely related to Li Mo'an's special physique.

Of course, this is just a little trick.

Compared to what he had experienced before, such as digging out aerial bombs and nuclear counterattack units from underground, this was a far cry from what he had experienced before.

And the story of him going to the border alone to fight those desperate drug traffickers.

This is an accident involving a hair dryer leaking electricity and a wooden bed collapsing.

It can be said that it is almost negligible.

Anyway, no matter what.

Teacher Huang and the others have been driven to the brink of mental collapse.

Therefore, for everyone's basic personal safety, and so that everyone can get a good night's sleep.

After a brief discussion, Teacher Huang and Teacher He...

So Li Mo'an was allowed to move into this side bedroom by himself.

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

I brought my wandering thoughts back to the present.

Li Mo'an took off her shoes and sat cross-legged on the soft mattress.

He pulled over a pillow from the side and placed it behind his back.

Then, he picked up the thick A4 sheet of paper with the script printed on it from the bedside table.

In this quiet, private room, he began to study diligently.

Look at the theoretical knowledge about performance that Teacher Huang explained to him in the pavilion during the day today.

Especially the phrase "write a short biography of a person," which is regarded as a golden rule.

To bring a fictional character to life, you must analyze them as if they were a real person.

Li Mo'an read line by line through the script, focusing on the descriptions of gamblers' psychology.

Simultaneously.

He was also silently sensing the activated [Super Learning Boost Buff (Gambler Version)] in his mind.

He closed his eyes and sensed the progress.

He discovered that his experience points were indeed still increasing.

The knowledge about card dealing techniques and card counting probabilities is still slowly being integrated into his neurons.

but.

It doesn't grow fast enough.

Despite the boost, he could clearly sense that his current level was only passable.

He's still a long way from being a true master at the poker table.

This state of being neither here nor there.

Li Mo'an closed the script and placed it on her lap.

He stared calmly at the white wall in front of him, but his mind was racing.

He was trying to figure out where the problem lay.

He quickly figured out the logical connection between them.

After all, based on his past experience in system upgrades...

Teacher Huang is right.

To truly immerse yourself in the character, you need to write a short biography that has soul.

He must have a thorough understanding of this profession.

It's not about superficial understanding, but about a deep, ingrained understanding.

This is like someone who has never seen the ocean; no matter how many poems about ocean waves they read, they cannot write about the awe-inspiring feeling of being there.

He needs dry goods.

What's needed is the most authentic, hands-on experience that comes from the very bottom.

"This is going to be difficult."

Such a thought came to his mind.

In an effort to find a breakthrough, he subconsciously compared his current situation with his experiences from some time ago.

Looking back on my previous undercover work.

That period, though in the eyes of others, was a life-or-death situation fraught with peril.

But in his mind, it was a grand celebration of skill upgrades.

During that period, he infiltrated directly into the enemy's ranks, surrounded by ruthless and truly vicious bandits.

Under the stimulation of that immersive real-world environment.

His experience grew very quickly.

Those real-life cases and the slang he learned from the streets quickly became second nature to him.

It was precisely because of this ample experience that he was able to quickly immerse himself in the role of the undercover leader.

And then the person who entered...

His every word, action, and decision perfectly matched the character's psychological state.

This high degree of compatibility led the system to determine that he was in an excellent learning state.

This led to experience growing at an even faster, exponential rate.

This forms a perfect closed loop.

This kind of two-way positive feedback is the most satisfying.

Each action led to a qualitative leap in his skill proficiency.

But now.

He currently lacks sufficient experience.

This makes it impossible for him to empathize with the character.

Without a sense of immersion, a biographical sketch is merely a collection of words.

Li Mo'an reached out and scratched his hair, speechless.

Li Mo'an was sitting on the edge of the bed.

Nothing can be done.

Right at this critical juncture where we've hit a bottleneck.

Sudden.

The smartphone that's on the bedside table.

The screen lit up.

The faint glow of the fireflies instantly caught Li Mo'an's attention in the dimly lit room.

Immediately following, a slight vibration was heard.

Someone sent a WeChat message.