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

The door to the broadcasting room creaked open.

Teacher Huang walked in with his hands behind his back and a measured gait.

He closed the door behind him and even carefully locked the bolt, an action that resembled that of an underground party member making a rendezvous.

Li Mo'an was taken aback when he saw Teacher Huang appear.

"Teacher Huang?"

"Shh-"

Teacher Huang held up a finger and gestured to her lips, then quickly walked over to Li Mo'an, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

He looked at Li Mo'an, his eyes shining with a kind of loving light, like an old father looking at his silly son who had finally made something of himself.

"Mo'an."

Teacher Huang spoke earnestly, her tone carrying a hint of composure as if she already knew everything:

"I heard everything just now."

"Your words to Director Wang were excellent! Especially that line, 'You lack the ability to perceive danger,' it was a stroke of genius!"

Li Mo'an blinked, his expression calm.

He felt that Professor Huang was praising his profession.

"However," Teacher Huang changed the subject, leaning forward and lowering her voice to a volume only the two of them could hear:

"Although the performance was good, it still felt a bit thin with only you acting in it."

"I've been thinking about it, and we need to make this script more solid."

As he spoke, Teacher Huang patted his chest, a righteous and awe-inspiring expression on his face:

"I've made up my mind."

"Let's just do it the same way as before. Didn't you used to call me Teacher Huang? It's just a script."

"From this moment forward, in front of the camera, we officially establish our mentor-apprentice relationship."

"The things you dug up, and the professional knowledge you possess, were all taught to you by your master."

"Let's solidify this setting!"

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

Hearing these words, Li Mo'an looked at Teacher Huang calmly.

Although he is quite carefree in some ways and even lacks sufficient awareness of danger, it doesn't mean he's an idiot.

On the contrary, he has inherited excellent genes and is quite quick-witted.

Therefore, he saw through Teacher Huang's true intentions at a glance.

"Using the script, they first pretend to become my disciple, and then after calling me 'Master' so many times, it naturally becomes a real master-disciple relationship?"

Looking at Teacher Huang's face, which seemed to say "I'm doing this for your own good," Li Mo'an immediately pictured Peng Peng in her mind.

That promising young actor was fooled by Teacher Huang, who kept calling him "Master," and eventually became his apprentice, only to start doing hard labor in the Mushroom House.

"It's all a setup."

Li Mo'an sighed inwardly.

If it were someone else, seeing through this tactic, they might think the other person was hypocritical or trying to take advantage of them.

but.

Despite seeing through everything, a long-lost warmth welled up in Li Mo'an's heart.

This warm current spread through his veins, warming his heart, which had become somewhat numb from years of being misunderstood.

He thought back to his days in the army.

At that time, my physical fitness and other overall qualities were actually quite high.

For example, the bomb disposal capability is so accurate that once the shovel is used, there's no chance of an air force being caught.

For example, exceptional wilderness survival skills.

For example, that steely will.

Logically speaking, an outstanding soldier like him should be a hot commodity in the company, a comrade that everyone would fight over.

But precisely because of that rumor that showed a lack of awareness of danger, many people kept their distance from him.

Forget about accepting me as an apprentice, people even avoid me when we eat.

Every time he went to the cafeteria, as soon as he sat down with his plate, the once bustling table would instantly become empty, and not even a fly dared to land within a three-meter radius.

He used to be naive and had never been exposed to the internet, so he didn't understand what it was called.

But now I understand.

That's called passive-aggressive behavior.

It's all tears when I talk about it.

(Comrades in the army: What kind of bullshit cold violence is this! Is that cold violence? You're using firepower!)

You still have the nerve to talk about your various abilities? Let's not even talk about your supposedly perfect bomb disposal skills—is that bomb disposal? That's creating artificial minefields!

You said your wilderness survival skills are superb, how could they not be superb? Because you always manage to dig up bombs, the whole company has to stay with you in the wild to help defuse them, sometimes for several days at a time. How could you not be a wilderness survivor?

And your steely willpower—how could it not be? You weren't even afraid of the bomb, you even tried to crouch down and examine it! We're keeping our distance from you to save our lives, bro!

In Li Mo'an's mind, she was just a pitiful little thing who was isolated.

It is precisely this experience of being ostracized that makes Teacher Huang's genuine and proactive act of kindness all the more precious.

At a time when everyone was avoiding him like the plague, someone was actually willing to take the initiative to be his mentor and even wanted to establish a relationship with him.

What kind of spirit is this?

This is the spirit of internationalist relief.

Li Mo'an looked at Teacher Huang, his eyes unusually warmer.

He figured that since there was no need to change the way he addressed him, he would just call Teacher Huang "Teacher Huang" as before.

Moreover, having a mentor to protect him should help him avoid some pitfalls in his future career in the entertainment industry.

then.

Under Teacher Huang's expectant gaze.

Li Mo'an nodded calmly and said earnestly:

"Okay, Teacher Huang."

"From now on, you will be my master."

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

Upon hearing this, Teacher Huang's eyes narrowed into slits with joy, and her face broke into a wide grin.

"Ah! That's more like it!"

Teacher Huang reached out and patted Li Mo'an's shoulder heavily, looking at him with an expression that said, "This child is teachable."

"From now on, if you follow your master, he will definitely not let you suffer any losses."

"If we, master and apprentice, join forces and perform this play well, it will definitely become a nationwide sensation!"

If someone unaware of the inside story saw this scene, they would truly believe it to be a deeply moving picture of a master and disciple recognizing each other.

Although the conversation was not loud.

But because of that damn broadcast microphone, it had a bad connection and was still on.

Every word was clearly transmitted through the electric current to the loudspeaker outside, where people were listening intently.

"Tsk tsk... It's just a script..."

"Zzzzz... The master-disciple relationship... This confirms the setup..."

In the village.

The villagers, who were already stunned by the phrase "they're all bombs," suddenly realized what was going on when they heard this conversation.

"cut--!"

Grandma Wang from the east end of the village rolled her eyes and hurled the grenade into the mortar with all her might.

"I knew it! It was definitely an act!"

"Listen to this! Listen to this! They themselves admitted it's scripted! It's for creating this master-disciple dynamic!"

Li Erniu, standing nearby, also looked disdainful and said to his wife:

"See? I told you city people are full of tricks!"

"That young man sounded so convincing, it startled me. Turns out he was just rehearsing lines with Teacher Huang."

"Bombs? Explosions? Pah!"

"This is the prop! It's just a lump of metal!"

This time, the villagers were even more convinced of their previous idea.

Even the "master" himself admitted it was a script, so what is there to doubt?

After a brief period of stagnation, the entire village resumed its bustling production and life, where bombs were used as tools.

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

Meanwhile, in the broadcasting room.

Unaware of the truth, the master and apprentice continued their conspiracy.

Teacher Huang was in a great mood, feeling that he had made a brilliant move.

He looked at Li Mo'an, thinking that since he had taken on a disciple, he should take on the responsibility of a master.

"Mo'an, there's something else."

Teacher Huang patted his chest and said in a bold tone:

"If any officials or bomb disposal teams come later and ask about these bombs, just don't say a word."

Teacher Huang pointed to himself, his face filled with righteous indignation:

"You're just putting all the blame on me."

"Just say that Teacher Huang taught you to do it, that Teacher Huang told you to do it this way."

It's all just a script anyway, what's he afraid of?

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

Hearing this, Li Mo'an was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Teacher Huang, his eyes flickering slightly.

Is this my master?

Is this the kind of master who gets dragged down by his own actions but still steps forward to take the blame for him?

You know, those were all real bombs.

Even though Teacher Huang knew all this, she still resolutely decided to take the blame for herself.

This profound care and concern deeply moved Li Mo'an, a tough guy who had lacked love since childhood and was subjected to emotional abuse from his comrades as an adult.

He felt a slight soreness in his nose.

"I owe this person a huge favor."

Li Mo'an thought to himself silently.

But he can't do that.

He is a man of principle.

How can we let a nearly fifty-year-old comrade take the blame for such a huge mistake?

Moreover, he felt that such a big matter was really too much for Teacher Huang's small frame to handle.

then.

Li Mo'an shook his head, his expression calm but his tone firm, and said:

"No, Teacher Huang."

"I can handle this myself." Besides, this shouldn't be my problem, right? After all, I already reminded him.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a glare from Teacher Huang.

"Nonsense!"

Teacher Huang's eyes widened and his eyebrows stood up; for a moment, he really had the air of a strict teacher.

"How can I just watch you take the blame!"

Teacher Huang's tone was stern, but her eyes revealed a deep concern stemming from disappointment and frustration.

"I'm your master! If I don't take responsibility, who will?"

"Listen to me! Stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing Teacher Huang's glare, Li Mo'an was not afraid. Instead, she could read the other person's deep care for her from that look and gesture.

That's because they really wanted to protect themselves.

Li Mo'an remained silent for two seconds.

He knew that if he insisted on carrying the burden alone, he would be letting down Teacher Huang's good intentions and might even make Teacher Huang angry.

But he couldn't bear to let Teacher Huang shoulder the burden alone.

I hesitated for a moment.

Li Mo'an looked up at Teacher Huang and proposed a compromise:

"Then... how about we carry it together?"

Upon hearing this, Teacher Huang was overjoyed.

"Okay, okay!"

Teacher Huang said "good" three times in a row, and smiled extremely happily:

"Sharing joys and sorrows!"

"That's more like it! That's what a real man should do!"

He felt he had made the right choice in taking this apprentice; he was loyal, righteous, and never backed down in crucial moments.

At this moment, the two reached a peculiar and touching understanding that transcended truth and misunderstanding, teetering on the edge of self-destruction.

however.

Just as they finalized the deal and exchanged a smile, the two of them...

A slightly chilly draft in the broadcasting room suddenly swept across the back of Teacher Huang's neck.

"hiss--"

He shivered for no reason.

The hairs on my body stood on end at that moment, and a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head.

That's not right.

Why did he feel like he was about to face a great calamity after gaining such a talented student?