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

Inside the Mushroom House courtyard.

gazebo.

Dilraba stopped waving her palm-leaf fan, stood up, and pretended to stretch her aching muscles.

Then, almost unconsciously, she took a step toward the red pillar.

Immediately, she couldn't help but secretly check Li Mo'an's group chat again.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

The warm breeze of early summer swept up the fallen leaves of the unknown wild trees in the yard, swirling them on the bluestone slabs.

Dilraba leaned forward slightly.

Those bright, expressive eyes were filled with an irrepressible curiosity and a thirst for knowledge.

She craned her neck.

He tried to focus his gaze on the screen in Li Mo'an's hand that was emitting a faint light.

however.

Because the distance was still a bit far, and there was also the reflection of sunlight outside.

Dilraba's eyes were sore from staring so intently.

But you can only see a rough outline.

She saw dense text bubbles rapidly scrolling upwards in the green and white chat interface.

One message after another, refreshing at an extremely fast speed.

Li Mo'an, sitting on a small stool, was completely unaware of the spying behind him.

He held the phone in both hands.

His handsome face remained impassive and calm.

However, the frequency with which he tapped his two thumbs on the virtual keyboard was so fast that it almost left afterimages.

That intense, immersive focus stirred something within Dilraba.

"That's some serious hand speed!"

Such a thought came to Dilraba's mind.

Looking at the other person's calm yet serious expression.

Her tense nerves unconsciously relaxed a little.

You see, she had just remembered what Yang Mi, the boss, had told her about Li Mo'an's deeds.

And at that very moment.

Outside the pavilion.

Teacher Huang walked over carrying the enamel teacup with a red star printed on it.

As I strolled up to the steps...

He stopped in his tracks.

I raised my wrist and took a sip of warm goji berry tea to soothe my throat.

Then, he keenly noticed Reba's somewhat strange posture.

Teacher Huang followed the other person's gaze.

They also happened to see Li Mo'an leaning against a pillar, head down, furiously typing on his phone.

Seeing this scene.

The smile lines at the corners of Teacher Huang's slightly chubby face instantly smoothed out.

As a seasoned veteran in the entertainment industry, he quickly guessed Dilraba's curiosity.

This is for him.

This is yet another excellent opportunity to showcase one's strategic and tactical prowess in front of younger generations.

He put down his teacup.

I walked with measured steps onto the wooden floor of the pavilion.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet area.

I heard a noise behind me.

Dilraba was startled.

She quickly pulled her body back out and turned her head away.

Upon seeing that it was Teacher Huang, she patted her chest, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face as if she had been caught peeking.

"Teacher Huang."

Dilraba greeted them in a low voice.

Teacher Huang walked closer.

Seeing Dilraba's curious expression, he smiled and said:

"Dilraba, are you curious about what Mo'an is talking about?"

Without waiting for a reply.

He stretched out his free hand, pointed in Li Mo'an's direction, and gave his answer in a relaxed tone.

"This is the QQ group I found for Mo'an."

Teacher Huang's voice carried a certain certainty characteristic of an elder.

"The people here are all gambling movie enthusiasts. They like to get together in their spare time and also have amateur research on gambling skills."

Upon hearing this explanation...

Dilraba was stunned for a moment.

She blinked her bright, expressive eyes.

I was speechless.

"So it was just a chat group for film and television enthusiasts?"

"I thought he was contacting some outlaws."

The words of the boss, Yang Mi, spoken with such utmost seriousness, still echoed in my ears.

But reality turned out to be so mundane and unremarkable.

This huge sense of disparity made Dilraba feel that her previous nervousness was a complete joke.

At this time.

The cameras in the live broadcast room are faithfully recording everything that is happening in the pavilion.

The microphone, suspended high on the beam, clearly transmitted Teacher Huang's words to the other end of the network.

Teacher Huang seemed to feel that his previous explanation was not enough to demonstrate his foresight.

He put down the enamel teacup in his hand.

Place it securely on the stone table next to it.

then.

Teacher Huang straightened her back.

Put your hands behind your back.

He adopted the professional demeanor of a renowned film academy professor.

He looked at Dilraba and continued to show off:

"Don't underestimate this just because it's an ordinary group of enthusiasts."

"There's a lot more to it than meets the eye."

Teacher Huang slightly raised her chin.

His tone became earnest and earnest.

"In about two weeks, isn't Mo An going to join the cast of your 'Gambling Skills' movie?"

"After all, he did not receive systematic formal training."

"I told him that he should learn more about the so-called gambling techniques that these people share."

"It will also allow him to better understand the script by understanding gambling techniques."

"Just immerse yourself in this atmosphere, and you'll be influenced by it every day."

"He was also able to better immerse himself in the role of that gambler."

Speaking of it.

A smug smile appeared on Teacher Huang's lips.

He extended a finger and tapped it lightly on the table.

"This is a little trick I came up with for someone like Mo An who has no acting background whatsoever."

He not only explained the origin of group chat.

He also revealed in detail how he had tailored a plan for Li Mo'an on how to research the character.

These words are not only logically sound, but they also elevate his image as a dutiful and responsible mentor to the highest level.

however.

These words of self-praise were uttered.

The tens of thousands of online viewers in the Mushroom House live stream room couldn't hold back any longer.

The comments section was originally discussing what to have for lunch.

It immediately experienced explosive growth.

Text of various colors flooded the screen.

Upon hearing this, netizens flooded the screen with comments, saying:

"Haha, Teacher Huang just loves to show off all the time."

"That old fox's habit of being a know-it-all is just something he can't stand if he doesn't put on an act for a day!"

"With that kind of eloquence, it's a waste that she's not a salesperson."

Followed by.

Some onlookers, always eager for a good show, keenly noticed Mr. Huang's subtle expression of straightening his chest and raising his head.

They began to ruthlessly expose the other person's vanity.

"You're saying this just so you can get that girl to look at you with adoration, aren't you? You old man."

"Exactly, exactly. Just looking at him with his hands behind his back, waiting for praise, makes me feel tired for him."

"Teacher Huang: Look how professional I am! Come and admire me!"

Amidst this joyful吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or witty remarks).

Dilraba's massive fan base also joined the fray.

Fans watched their idols listening intently on the screen.

It's starting to taste a bit sour.

"Sister Dilraba, please don't do that! Please don't do that!"

"Never look at Teacher Huang with eyes full of admiration, or he'll become incredibly arrogant!"

"Look at me, sister, please kill me!"

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

of course.

Most netizens are just using it as a meme.

"Uncle Hat: Teacher Huang, you said I was taking notes."

"Officer Zhang is requesting a live chat. Teacher Huang, are you imparting sensitive information again?"

"The police car is coming to pick up Teacher Huang again soon to take him to the station for 'tea' (a euphemism for inquiries). Everyone get ready to take screenshots!"

Countless jokes converged into an ocean of joy.

Many netizens are making fun of this meme.

Meanwhile, at the Mushroom House...

For Dilraba, a guest who had just arrived not long ago.

She doesn't have a God's-eye view.

I don't think there's anything exaggerated about what they said.

in contrast.

For an actor in the entertainment industry who knows how difficult it is to improve their acting skills.

She felt that Teacher Huang's method of helping newcomers build a sense of identity through subtle community communication was effective.

It's incredibly advanced and practical.

After listening to this long-winded explanation...

Dilraba breathed a sigh of relief.

She heard that Teacher Huang had come up with this clever little trick.

I think this senior really put a lot of thought into it.

They looked at Teacher Huang with great admiration.

Those beautiful, large eyes shone with admiration.

"Teacher Huang, your method is really amazing."

Dilraba sincerely exclaimed, "No wonder everyone says you're a renowned teacher at the film academy."

This is a sincere compliment.

It was like a clear spring, directly irrigating Teacher Huang's parched vanity.

I enjoyed that gaze.

Teacher Huang felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

His chest, which had been puffed out earlier, became even straighter.

The smile on her face was impossible to hide.

He waved his hand modestly.

"Hey, this is what a master should do."

"You young people have a good chat. I'll go check on the chicken soup."

Amidst shouts of worship.

Teacher Huang left satisfied.

He picked up the enamel teacup and walked briskly toward the kitchen.

Even his back view exudes a sense of carefree ease after achieving success.

The pavilion returned to quiet.

Dilraba stood still, her gaze once again passing over the pillar.

She glanced at Li Mo'an, who remained calm in the corner, his thumb rapidly tapping on the screen.

After Teacher Huang's strong endorsement just now.

Dilraba realized that the group chat was full of people who loved gambling movies.

This is just a purely academic exchange group for doing homework in order to prepare for filming.

There was no conspiracy by any outlaws.

There were no transactions that harmed society.

After reaching this conclusion.

She stopped looking at it.

Withdrawing her gaze, Dilraba picked up the palm-leaf fan that was placed on the bench.

She turned and walked towards the center of the courtyard, intending to help Teacher He wash the fruit, completely letting her guard down.

The summer sun was still shining brightly.

The days in the small courtyard seemed so peaceful and serene.

However, what Dilraba, Teacher Huang, and a group of netizens didn't know was that the netizens in this chat group were not gambling movie enthusiasts.