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

Listening to Teacher Huang's endless long-winded discourse on "how to be a police officer".

At the dining table.

Policeman Lao Zhang's hand, which was holding the rice bowl, froze in mid-air.

The rough, large hands that held the bamboo chopsticks paused.

His expression faltered slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Old Zhang swallowed a mouthful of rice.

Looking at the middle-aged actor across from me, spitting as he spoke.

"Is this guy's mouth rented? Doesn't he have to pay rent?"

Such a thought came to his mind.

Old Zhang has been a grassroots police officer in the town for more than 30 years.

Wandering through the streets and alleys, I encountered unreasonable shrewish women and dealt with drunken scoundrels.

But all those people combined couldn't match the words of this big star in front of them.

Listen to the other person instructing you to "endure loneliness" and "have a compassionate heart".

The old policeman took a deep breath, feeling a bit of a headache.

He finally realized just how unbearable Teacher Huang's tendency to be a know-it-all really was.

This is even more exhausting than dealing with a tricky neighborhood dispute.

My gaze passed over the steaming plates of farm-style dishes on the table.

Old Zhang looked at the big star across from him, who was completely absorbed in his own world.

"When I watched TV before, I thought that the way this big star acted on the show was all scripted."

He was speechless.

"I initially thought that Teacher Huang's personality was just a persona he deliberately created for ratings."

After all, aren't all variety shows these days fond of doing this kind of thing?

But now.

I experienced this didactic style up close.

Old Zhang completely changed his mind.

He felt that the other person was just a pretentious show-off.

The other party's fondness for lecturing is purely an addiction.

Moreover, it had reached the stage of late-stage symptoms.

Old Zhang sighed and had no choice but to put down his rice bowl.

He really didn't want to eat while listening to this kind of layman's nonsense about instructing experts; it would easily cause indigestion.

Meanwhile.

The footage from the live stream.

The camera cut to Old Zhang's weathered face.

Old Zhang's distressed expression was clearly seen by tens of thousands of online netizens.

This is a raw and undeniable sense of despair.

It instantly tickled the audience's funny bone.

Netizens burst into laughter as they watched this simple, honest old policeman being tortured.

on the big screen.

It started rolling in all directions.

They all started sending bullet comments.

"Hahaha, Teacher Huang is hilarious! He's actually teaching a police officer how to be a police officer."

"I wonder how traumatized Officer Zhang is. He's been a policeman his whole life, and today he got a lesson in life."

"This scene is absolutely amazing! Teacher Huang's ability to create such a great show is incredible."

"Haha, I just remembered Shen Teng's evaluation of Teacher Huang. It's absolutely amazing. He's good at everything, but he's also good at nothing."

"Uncle Shen was right!"

"These eight words perfectly encapsulate half of Huang Yaoshi's life!"

"I can cook a little, act a little, reason a little, and now I even know a little about police work."

"There's nothing I'm truly proficient in."

"The comment upstairs sums it up perfectly; this is a classic case of someone who's only half-baked and swaying around."

"Now we need to add another achievement: teach police officers how to solve cases!"

The live stream screen was covered with dense text.

These comments brought the atmosphere in the live stream to a joyful peak.

The entire internet is enjoying this comedic performance titled "Teacher Huang Teaches the Police How to Solve Cases".

Meanwhile, under the gazebo of the Mushroom House.

The comical atmosphere at the dinner table continued.

Teacher He held his chopsticks in his hand, glanced at his old friend beside him, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across his face.

He wanted to change the subject and help Old Zhang out of this predicament.

But Teacher Huang was really into his lecture.

His intonation was so distinct that it left no room for anyone to interrupt.

Peng Peng, sitting on the long bench, still kept his head down.

He covered half of his face with his hand.

Dilraba and her sister looked at each other blankly and could only silently shovel rice into their bowls.

Li Mo'an sat to the side.

His handsome face maintained an absolutely calm expression.

He slowly ate the food in his bowl.

Looking at Old Zhang's increasingly grim expression.

"Teacher Huang's addiction is really too strong; even the police couldn't stand it anymore."

Such a thought came to his mind.

However, it wasn't his place as a junior to interfere in this matter, so he continued to quietly observe.

While this suffocating one-sided output was still continuing.

"Ring ring—"

A cell phone suddenly rang.

This ringtone.

This immediately disrupted the atmosphere at the dinner table.

It also interrupted Teacher Huang's continuous spellcasting.

The source of the sound was the cell phone that Lao Zhang kept in his police uniform pocket.

Teacher Huang's words caught in her throat.

He stopped pointing at the air with his chopsticks.

He looked at Lao Zhang with some surprise.

At this time.

Old Zhang's hand was already in his pocket.

He felt that the call came at the perfect time; it was like a life-saving bodhisattva.

Old Zhang quickly used this as an excuse to say, "Hey, Teacher Huang, I need to take this call."

Done.

He pulled out his phone as if he had been granted a pardon and pressed the green answer button.

He held the receiver to his ear.

"Hello, this is Lao Zhang."

After the call was connected.

Old Zhang listened for a few seconds.

Just a moment ago, he looked like a retired old man who was being tormented by lecturing.

next second.

His professional qualities as a police officer were instantly activated.

Old Zhang's expression instantly turned serious.

"Okay, I understand, I'll be right there."

He responded in a deep voice.

Then the call ended.

Old Zhang put his phone in his pocket and stood up.

He adjusted the police equipment at his waist with a swift and efficient movement.

He said to Li Mo'an, Teacher Huang, Teacher He, his sister, Peng Peng, and others, "Excuse me, I have a case to handle."