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

The next morning arrived.

Here at the Mushroom House.

The sunlight shone over the eastern mountains and poured down onto the bluestone slabs of the farmhouse courtyard without reservation.

A gentle breeze rustled through the treetops outside the courtyard wall.

After getting up in the morning.

Teacher Huang, wearing a loose short-sleeved shirt and slippers, walked to the well in the middle of the yard.

He picked up his toothbrush, squeezed on the toothpaste, and began to wash his face carefully.

He was brushing his teeth while his mouth was full of white foam.

He stretched his slightly stiff body with a sense of comfort.

The bones made a faint clicking sound.

Spitting out the foam in my mouth, I washed my face with clean water.

He then turned and went into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and started a fire to cook.

soon.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of pots and pans clattering together, a rich aroma of rice porridge filled the courtyard.

This familiar, lively atmosphere is like a natural alarm clock.

Everyone living in their respective rooms gradually got up.

The door creaked and groaned repeatedly.

Teacher He yawned, while Peng Peng sported a head of messy hair that looked like a bird's nest.

My younger sister rubbed her eyes, which were still a little hard to open.

One by one, everyone came into the living room, still half asleep.

Everyone sat down casually on the wooden sofas and bamboo chairs, waiting for breakfast to be ready.

then.

Just as everyone had settled down and were about to chat for a bit,

A sudden, rapid vibration came from the solid wood table.

"Clang—"

The smartphone that Teacher Huang had placed on the table suddenly started beeping with a series of notifications that she had been tagged.

in fact.

Last night, after I posted the document "My Life as a Gambling God" in the group chat...

Once the shocked seniors came to their senses, they started tagging him like crazy in the group chat.

but.

Teacher Huang wanted to ensure her sleep quality.

His phone is always set to Do Not Disturb mode before 7 PM.

So last night, despite the screen being flooded with calls, my phone didn't send any notifications.

The night passed quietly like that.

Until now, time has just crossed the set boundary.

The system messages that had been piling up all night suddenly came crashing down on him like a burst dam, reminding him all at once.

Hearing this series of noises.

Teacher Huang, who was stirring the pot in the kitchen, paused slightly.

then.

He took a dry towel, wiped the water off his hands, and turned around.

He peeked out from the kitchen doorway and looked at his phone, which was on the living room table.

At this time.

Teacher He, Peng Peng, and his sister were sitting in the living room.

Hearing the urgent sound, they all looked over curiously.

Everyone was wondering who would send so many messages looking for someone so early in the morning.

Li Mo'an got up earlier than everyone else.

He was sitting on a wooden chair next to him.

Place your hands on your knees.

He looked at the phone calmly when it rang.

then.

Teacher Huang thoroughly dried her hands and draped the towel over the back of the chair.

He walked to the table and picked up the phone, which was still vibrating slightly.

I pressed my thumb on the sensor area, and the fingerprint unlock was activated.

The screen lit up instantly.

He fixed his eyes.

My gaze fell on the icon of the messaging app.

I saw that it was someone from that QQ group for "Gambling Techniques" enthusiasts, and they kept tagging him in the group.

Looking at the software, the upper right corner showed an unread mark of "99+".

Seeing this screen full of red prompts.

Teacher Huang's brows furrowed unconsciously.

then.

He just wanted to click and take a look, so early in the morning.

Why are the people in this group tagging him?

Just as he was about to press the button.

But he hesitated.

My finger stopped just millimeters from the screen.

His brain started working at lightning speed at that moment.

Suddenly, memories of what had happened before came to mind.

Just a few days ago, I tried to act like a wise person.

In this group, he flaunted his micro-expression analysis and shuffling theories, which he learned from movies and online forums.

result.

After failing to show off.

The flaws were immediately seen through by the experienced insiders in the group.

Subsequently, he was subjected to an overwhelming wave of cyberbullying.

Those people in the group treated me badly and used all sorts of offensive language to verbally abuse me.

Those glaring words still make him feel like he has thorns in his back when he thinks about them.

That was the biggest psychological trauma he had suffered in a long time.

Teacher Huang frowned and thought for a moment.

He knows all too well the behavior of those trolls online.

Once they find someone's weakness, they'll bite like a mad dog and never let go.

he thinks.

This group of people is now tagging me here inexplicably.

They definitely didn't have good intentions.

"Are they planning to gang up on me again?"

Such a thought came to his mind.

"Maybe they got together last night and remembered those voice messages I sent that were full of holes."

"Then the more I thought about it, the more ridiculous it seemed."

"So you got up early this morning, prepared a new string of insults, and are ready to ridicule me again?"

I considered this possibility.

We can't afford to mess with them.

Can't we at least hide?

Thinking about these things.

After opening the QQ interface.

He did not click into that specific group chat window.

It's located in the chat list.

Swipe the phone screen.

The side menu bar was brought up.

Without the slightest hesitation, the group chat was set to mute messages.

As the red unread number disappeared, it turned into a silent gray icon.

He didn't even read the specific content of the message that tagged him.

He simply placed the phone screen-down on the table.

His movements exuded a carefree attitude of "out of sight, out of mind."

He turned around.

He then went back into the kitchen to continue stir-frying the vegetables in the pan.

Meanwhile.

They witnessed everything that Teacher Huang did.

At this time.

Sitting not far away, Li Mo'an seemed to realize something upon seeing this scene.

Then, he reached into his pocket.

He took out his smartphone.

Tap your finger lightly on the screen.

I opened the messaging app and glanced at the group chat that was currently engaged in a heated discussion.

As the page redirects.

Li Mo'an's eyes lit up instantly.

To know.

Last night, I spent an hour writing that short biography.

And then he sent the file titled "My Life as a God of Gamblers" to the group.

He simply went to sleep and didn't pay any more attention to what was happening in the group.

After all, for him...

The work that needed to be done has been completed.

And then, until now.

Only then did he see the situation inside clearly.

At that moment, he saw these text records in the group.

Those group members who were previously arrogant and always called themselves gambling kings and gambling demons.

Right now, the screen is filled with comments targeting Teacher Huang.

Moreover, between the lines, there was a sense of humble fear and trepidation.

They were all frantically apologizing.

What does "not recognizing a great man" mean? What does "begging for forgiveness from the ancestors" mean?

This one-sided kneeling attitude is vividly displayed on this small screen.

Looking at these messages.

Li Mo'an's usually calm and composed face.

They couldn't help but show a very obvious look of joy.

His mind became exceptionally clear at that moment.

He knew what that meant.

It seems that I have met the standards I set for myself.

Before this, he had made demands of himself.

When you write a short biography of a character and post it in the group, it must be able to be understood by these knowledgeable netizens.

I think this is the autobiographical account of the legendary gambling god himself.

Now, these are people who usually have a deep understanding of the Qianmen technique.

These are discerning group members who can see through even the disguise of seasoned veterans like Teacher Huang at a glance.

Surprisingly, after reading the biography.

The descriptions of card counting formulas, muscle exertion techniques, and psychological games within the book are captivating.

I was completely convinced.

They were even so frightened by a pseudonym in the biography that they lined up here to apologize.

This illustrates that...

These people all believed they were writing a true autobiography.

This conclusion was reached.

Li Mo'an's mood became very pleasant.

He wasn't happy about pretending to be an expert in front of these netizens.

Rather, it's because...

This endorsement from an expert proves one thing.

That is the core of his role as a gambling master.

They already have a very thorough understanding.

He perfectly integrated the essence of the experience school into those Chinese characters.

he thinks.

With this solid and detailed biographical sketch as a foundation, it has a rich and profound background.

Next, we'll begin filming.

He then had absolute confidence.

Regardless of which large casino on Okuma Island the production team chooses as the filming location in the future.

Whether facing experienced real dealers.

Or perhaps they're dealing with extras who might actually be real gamblers playing the roles.

He could perfectly embody the composure and pressure of a top gambler.

He would never reveal even the slightest flaw in front of a high-definition movie camera.

Think about these tangible benefits of improving business skills.

Li Mo'an's lips curled slightly upwards.

then.

At this time.

Dilraba, who had just washed her face with clean water by the well, was wiping the water droplets off with a dry towel in her hand.

Suddenly, they came closer.

Her face, still slightly damp, stopped about a meter to the side of Li Mo'an.

She looked at Li Mo'an.

Those bright, expressive eyes were now filled with undisguised curiosity.

She blinked and asked softly:

"Mo'an, what are you looking at? Why are you so happy?"

To know.

Li Mo'an has always been steadfast, no matter what happens.

They basically maintained that calm expression.

But now.

It's so early in the morning.

For once, he smiled.