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

The comments were still scrolling wildly, like a pot of boiling water.

The words of Zhao Tiezhu, a third-year student at the National University of Defense Technology of Southeast University with a gold-certified ID, directly and abruptly reversed the originally entertainment-oriented atmosphere of the live stream into a bizarre direction.

"Really? Top students from the National University of Defense Technology have all made it out?"

"Textbook-level mine clearance? That's way too high a compliment!"

"Don't scare me! If it's true, then Pengpeng would be..."

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

At this moment, on the scene.

Li Mo'an was completely unaware of the online uproar.

He remained prone on the ground with his cheeks pressed against the dirt, the thin wire in his hand already steadily inserted into the rusted firing pin hole.

His hands were very steady, as if he were performing a delicate microsurgery.

"alright."

Li Mo'an spoke softly with a calm expression.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the wire was bent, forming a simple yet sturdy safety pin that was firmly wedged between the firing pin and the detonator.

Physical blockade completed.

In the sappers' terminology, this is called "offering a cigarette to the King of Hell, letting him rest for a while."

Li Mo'an slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, patted the dirt off his hands, and stood up from the ground.

He looked at Peng Peng, who was still standing there on one leg, trembling all over, and said in a calm tone:

"Alright, lift your foot now."

Peng Peng didn't move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I'm afraid to move.

His face was deathly pale, his eyes were unfocused, and he was in a semi-stiff state.

The feeling of being on the verge of death had almost overheated his CPU.

"Mo... Brother Mo..."

Pengpeng's voice was trembling with tears, his teeth still chattering, "Can...can it really move? Won't...will it explode?"

"Won't."

Li Mo'an looked at him with a reassuring calmness in her eyes, or rather, a nonchalance towards this trivial matter. "The safety is already in place. It's safer than your alarm clock now."

After saying that, seeing that Peng Peng still didn't dare to move, Li Mo'an shook his head.

He reached out, grabbed Pengpeng's arm, and pulled him to the side with a little force.

"ah--!"

Peng Peng screamed in pain, closed his eyes, and finally his foot left the ground.

The expected explosion did not occur.

There was no fire, no shockwave, and not even a wisp of smoke rose.

The world remains quiet.

Only the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze could be heard.

Two seconds later.

Upon realizing he was still alive, Peng Peng's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, a feeling of exhaustion from surviving a close call.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and he looked as if he had been pulled out of the water.

"You scared me to death..."

Peng Peng wiped the sweat from his face, looked at Li Mo'an with eyes full of gratitude and admiration, and of course, even more so, a kind of dazed feeling. "Brother Mo'an, you...you're too amazing...that move just now was really scary."

Teacher Huang and Teacher He, who were not far away, breathed a long sigh of relief upon seeing this scene.

The tense atmosphere just now made even these seasoned veterans sweat.

"It's alright, it's alright."

Teacher He patted his chest, looking as if he was still shaken.

For some reason, Teacher Huang, who always loved to teach and always offered his critiques, became somewhat withdrawn.

However, Li Mo'an, the person involved, did not feel that he had done anything extraordinary.

He bent down and calmly dug the culprit that had almost sent Pengpeng away—the landmine whose fuse had been deactivated—out of the ground.

He casually weighed it in his hand, then casually tossed it onto the pile of iron lumps by the roadside.

Clang.

A crisp sound.

This once deadly landmine now lies quietly among a pile of aerial bombs and mortar shells, appearing so harmonious and harmless.

After finishing all this, Li Mo'an clapped his hands and picked up the hoe next to him again.

"Let's dig a couple more times before it gets completely dark."

He muttered something to himself, then continued swinging his hoe, as if everything that had just happened was just a minor incident.

This scene left the viewers in the live stream speechless.

"That's it?"

"Is this the demeanor of a master? To accomplish something and then vanish without a trace, concealing one's merit and fame?"

"Seeing Peng Peng's reaction, I genuinely believed it was a landmine, but seeing Li Mo'an's reaction, I think it's just a prop... The contrast is too great!"

At this time.

In the male dormitory of a certain National University of Defense Technology at Dongda University.

Zhao Tiezhu was sitting in front of the computer, his brows furrowed, staring intently at the screen.

As the instigator of the viral video that sparked a storm of online comments, he is now feeling immense pressure.

For a moment just now, he was truly shocked by Li Mo'an's technique.

The angle of the probe, the technique for clearing away the loose soil, and the decisive action of using wire to make a temporary safety pin at the end—every detail was exactly the same as what he learned in his textbook, even more fluid.

That's muscle memory that can only be honed through countless real-world drills.

That's why he couldn't help but post that comment.

But now, seeing Li Mo'an casually tossing away landmines on the screen, he began to waver.

Is it really true?

Zhao Tiezhu squinted and repeatedly replayed the screen recording, trying to discern the authenticity of the landmine from the dim light and low-resolution image quality.

If it's true, then this is a huge deal.

A variety show live-streaming landmine clearing? And in such a way, without any protective gear, like running around naked to clear mines?

This is practically playing with fire!

But if it's fake... then the acting, the props, and the technique are just too realistic, aren't they?

At this moment, a bunch of viewers in the live stream were tagging him.

"@Zhao Tiezhu, a third-year student at the National University of Defense Technology of Southeast University, buddy, come out and say something!"

"Is it true or not? Give me a straight answer!"

"Stop playing dead, didn't you just know everything?"

Looking at the screen full of questions, Zhao Tiezhu felt a headache coming on.

He genuinely felt the technique was flawless, frighteningly professional. But even he couldn't guarantee 100% certainty that it was a real bomb, sitting across a screen and an internet connection.

After all, this is just too outrageous.

If you say the wrong thing, you'll have to take responsibility.

Moreover, it was already quite dark by then, and the camera was still shaking slightly as Li Mo'an moved, resulting in a lot of noise in the image, making it difficult to see the specific details of the landmine.

He hesitated for a moment.

Finally, with a rigorous scientific attitude, Zhao Tiezhu typed a line on the keyboard:

"It's too dark to see clearly. But it looks pretty convincing."

The comment was sent out.

"cut--!"

A chorus of disappointed voices instantly filled the live stream chat.

"That's it? I thought it was going to be solid evidence."

"I knew it! It scared me! It must be a script!"

"This script is great, full of tension. I give that scene just now a perfect score."

"Even military academy students say it looks convincing, which shows that Brother Mo'an has put in a lot of hard work and is very dedicated!"

The audience, who had just been on the edge of their seats, seemed to have their tension pushed back down when they saw this ambiguous reply.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to try to regain their sense of psychological security.

After all, rather than believing a terrifying story like a landmine actually being unearthed on a variety show, people are more willing to believe that it's a cleverly designed and realistically acted variety show script.

The truth, which had just been partially revealed, was like a curtain blown up by the wind, and was subconsciously covered up again by people.

Looking at the reaction on the screen, Zhao Tiezhu felt a little frustrated.

He wanted to say something more, to explain the peculiarity of that metallic clanging sound, and the professional difficulty of Li Mo'an's mine-clearing method.

"Tiezhu! Let's go! Let's go to the cafeteria for lunch! They have braised pork today, it'll be gone if we're late!"

Just then, the dormitory door was pushed open, and his roommate, holding a basketball, shouted at him.

Zhao Tiezhu's stomach also growled in agreement.

"Here it comes!"

He responded, looked at the still-arguing comments on the screen, and shook his head.

"Forget it, it's just a variety show, why should I take it so seriously?"

With that thought in mind, he closed his laptop, stood up, and followed his roommate out of the dormitory.

The aroma of food wafted down the corridor.

As Zhao Tiezhu walked, he kept replaying Li Mo'an's series of fluid movements in his mind.

Then, he stopped abruptly.

That's not right.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Something's definitely not right!