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

As Old Zhang's figure disappeared completely around the corner of the village road, the half-closed wooden door closed again.

A moment of tranquility returned to the courtyard of the Mushroom House.

The sound of cicadas began again from the treetops not far away.

Teacher Huang slowly turned around and sat down again on her small stool.

He reached out, picked up the large ceramic teacup with a red star on it, and slowly took a sip of warm water.

The warm liquid flowed down his throat, making him feel comfortable all over.

In those short few tens of minutes just now.

He not only used Lao Niu Tou's gambling trip to the provincial capital as a negative example, but also boasted about his high level of awareness in front of the camera.

He even took the opportunity to give Lao Zhang, the actual local police officer, a vivid "lesson on grassroots literacy".

In Mr. Huang's mind, he felt that his operation just now was a textbook-perfect demonstration.

Not only did he completely clear his name of the dark history of being taken to the police station last night, but he also successfully established himself as a responsible and profound elder.

He turned his head and glanced at everyone at the table.

Teacher He is ladling soup with a soup ladle.

Dilraba and her sister quietly lowered their heads and ate the white rice in their bowls.

Li Mo'an, sitting on the edge, maintained a calm expression on his handsome face as he slowly picked up a piece of green vegetable and put it in his mouth.

The guests continued to enjoy the sumptuous lunch in a very harmonious atmosphere.

Meanwhile, in the live stream room, tens of thousands of netizens watching online were also having a lively time.

On the screen, the comments kept scrolling.

"No, Teacher Huang's addiction is too strong! He's still thinking about giving lectures?"

"But on another note, I really enjoyed watching this episode. The villagers of Mushroom Village are all ruthless. First, there was Li Heigou digging up bombs, and now there's an old man going to the provincial capital to gamble."

"Haha, isn't this much better than those variety shows that just read lines from a script?"

Netizens sat in front of their screens, eating takeout while typing out sarcastic remarks on their keyboards.

However, not long after.

Da da da!

But Officer Zhang returned in a hurry.

He strode across the threshold and into the courtyard.

At this moment, Lao Zhang was still wearing that familiar dark blue police uniform, with police equipment hanging at his waist.

However, his overall demeanor underwent a dramatic change.

When he patrols the village, he always has a kind smile on his face, like that of a friendly old man next door, and he can chat with anyone he meets.

But now.

His steps were heavy.

That face, weathered by time, was stern.

The previous easygoing demeanor was gone from his face.

His brows were deeply furrowed, creating several deep furrows between his eyebrows.

Those eyes held a chilling intent that only appeared when carrying out major arrest missions.

Without hesitation, he walked straight towards the dining table under the pavilion.

At this time.

Teacher Huang, sitting in the main seat, was holding chopsticks, picking up a piece of braised pork covered in sauce, ready to put it in her mouth.

He looked up and saw Old Zhang push the door open and come in.

however.

Because he was constantly immersed in that self-satisfied feeling of "wanting to teach others".

Teacher Huang saw this scene.

He didn't even notice the other person's unpleasant expression.

"You're back so soon?"

Such a thought came to his mind.

"I went to Old Niu's house to give him some information, and it was all done in just over ten minutes?"

"It seems that Old Niu's gambling case in the provincial capital wasn't a big deal at all; he probably just got a verbal warning from the local police."

"Old Zhang rushed back in such a hurry, it certainly wasn't for anything else."

"He's definitely worried about the lesson I didn't finish earlier!"

Teacher Huang was secretly making plans in her heart.

"These veteran comrades at the grassroots level are truly humble and eager to learn."

"Having met a mentor like me who's willing to share all his knowledge, he couldn't wait to come back and continue learning from my experience."

This internal monologue instantly filled Teacher Huang with confidence.

then.

Teacher Huang immediately put the piece of braised pork back into the bowl.

Place the chopsticks steadily on the edge of the porcelain bowl.

He didn't even stand up.

Instead, he sat steadily on that small stool.

He smiled broadly and waved enthusiastically in Old Zhang's direction.

"Old Zhang, please sit down."

Teacher Huang's voice was loud and clear, conveying an undeniable sense of warmth and approachability.

He pointed to the empty wooden chair next to him and beckoned.

"I knew you'd have to come back soon."

"Come on, the food is still warm."

"Sit down and have some water first."

Then, he straightened his back and adopted the air of a renowned film academy professor.

"I only told you that you should have the heart of a Bodhisattva, but I haven't broken down the core elements for you yet."

"Let me continue to tell you about grassroots work, how to be a police officer."

The enthusiastic greetings echoed under the pavilion.

Upon hearing this...

Police officer Lao Zhang stopped a little over a meter away from the dining table.

He stood there, staring at the big star across from him who was talking eloquently.

Police officer Lao Zhang's already tense facial muscles broke down once again at this moment.

His lips twitched suddenly.

Even the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

At this moment, Old Zhang was truly speechless.

then.

He took a deep breath.

His right hand quickly reached into the inside pocket of his police uniform jacket.

There was no unnecessary rambling or a single superfluous word.

He withdrew his hand, and in his hand was a certificate bearing the solemn national emblem.

Old Zhang's wrist twitched.

A soft "snap" sound.

The police officer's ID was unfolded directly in front of Teacher Huang and handed to him right under his nose.

The stamp on the document gleamed with a cold luster in the sunlight.

Old Zhang had a stern face, weathered by time.

He stared at Teacher Huang and said, word by word:

"Come with me, Teacher Huang."

This sentence wasn't spoken at a very loud volume.

But when it landed in the quiet pavilion, it was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploding with a deafening roar.

The surrounding air fell silent at that moment.

The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly plummeted.

Teacher Huang's expression, which was about to launch into a long speech, froze instantly.

That smug smile of a teacher seemed frozen, making him appear both comical and pathetic.

His eyes suddenly widened.

A violent earthquake occurred in the pupil's socket.

He was completely dumbfounded.

All the vocabulary about how to be a police officer that had been in my mind was cleared away in that instant, leaving a blank.

Like a monitor that has suddenly lost power, it loses its ability to think.

"no."

What's going on?

He stared blankly at the police ID in front of him, completely unable to understand why things had developed to this point.

I was just doing it for the sake of the show, so why am I going to be arrested again?

Pengpeng, who was holding a rice bowl, suddenly looked up.

He looked in horror at Officer Zhang's cold face, and then at his master, who was terrified.

Has what I predicted come true?