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

As noon approached, the sun in southern Yunnan grew increasingly scorching.

In the courtyard of the Mushroom House, a long wooden table was already set with food. After a morning of hard work, lunchtime felt especially pleasant.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was peaceful and harmonious.

Ever since Li Mo'an single-handedly boosted the show's ratings and popularity to an unprecedented level, Teacher Huang's attitude towards him has also undergone a complete change.

In his eyes, this young man was no longer the naive boy who made him eat the original flavor of pork intestines, but his prized student and the savior who saved the entire show.

That's right, he has already unilaterally accepted Li Mo'an as his apprentice. When Li Mo'an becomes truly famous, he will also be able to share in the glory.

It is precisely through this method of accepting apprentices that he has so many students in the entertainment industry.

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At this moment, Teacher Huang sat in the main seat, in a great mood, with a warm smile on her face.

While diligently serving food to everyone, he put on the airs of a life mentor and, in front of everyone, began a thorough review and commentary on Li Mo'an's success over the past two days.

Of course, for every person who praises someone, there must be someone who criticizes them.

Teacher Huang's gaze first fell on Peng Peng, who was engrossed in eating his rice.

"Pengpeng, look at you!"

Teacher Huang tapped Peng Peng's bowl with her chopsticks, her tone tinged with heartache, "All you do all day is eat and drink like an idiot, you have absolutely no ambition!"

"Look at your brother Mo'an! He's only been here a few days, and he's already brought so much viewership and buzz to our show! You should learn from Mo'an! Learn from his dedication and professional attitude!"

Peng Peng paused in his eating, somewhat bewildered by the sudden public criticism. He looked up, his mouth still full of rice, cheeks puffed out, staring blankly at Teacher Huang, wondering what he had done wrong again.

"Huh? I..."

"What do you mean, 'you'?!"

Teacher Huang glared at him. "Besides being strong, what else can you do? Mo An is not only strong, but she also knows how to use her strength effectively and how to present herself in front of the camera. That's called having a brain!"

The scolding made Peng Peng blush. He lowered his head like a child who had done something wrong, nodding meekly in agreement. Then he shoveled rice into his bowl even faster, trying to cover up his embarrassment with the food.

After criticizing the negative example, Teacher Huang turned around with satisfaction and cast a loving gaze at Li Mo'an.

A smile of approval appeared on his face, the expression of a connoisseur who had discovered a rare gem.

"This child, Mo'an, is very perceptive!"

Teacher Huang's voice was loud and clear, full of energy, and he began his long speech:

"He knows what audiences want to see now. Today's audiences are tired of superficial, lighthearted entertainment; they want to see something real and profound."

"Look at him, how much preparation did he do to play the role of digging out landmines?"

"I bet he must have worked incredibly hard behind the scenes, memorizing the models, principles, and even the historical background of those props. Otherwise, how could he have spoken so fluently about them during the live stream? He used so many technical terms, it left even me speechless."

Teacher Huang became increasingly excited as she spoke, even standing up and pointing at Li Mo'an to give a live lesson to the others present:

"That's the actor's conviction! He saw himself as a real bomb disposal expert, which is why he could appear so calm and composed in front of the camera!"

"This kind of dedication to art is so rare among young actors these days! This is what a true actor is!"

He spoke with such sincerity and passion, his words flowing freely, as if he had already seen through Li Mo'an's calm exterior and the burning passion for art within him.

Peng Peng, sitting to the side, was scolded so badly that he didn't dare to lift his head. He could only whisper in agreement, "Yes, yes, Teacher Huang is right. I will definitely learn from Brother Mo An."

Teacher He also smiled and tried to smooth things over, saying, "Mo'an is indeed very hardworking, but Peng Peng is also very smart and a good kid."

however.

Despite being the center of attention, Li Mo'an remained completely unfazed by Teacher Huang's endless praise, which seemed to reach the heavens.

He silently shoveled another large mouthful of rice into his mouth. He didn't quite understand what the other people were saying about acting; he felt these people were acting strangely.

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Look! Look!

Teacher Huang secretly admired him.

"To remain so composed and unfazed by such high praise—what incredible self-control! This is truly the mark of a great general, unperturbed by either honor or disgrace!"

The more Teacher Huang looked at his beloved student, the more satisfied he became, and the happier he was.

He felt that with such a sensible and talented junior in the cast, it would be hard for this season of "Mushroom House" not to be a hit.

When she's in a good mood, Teacher Huang likes to do some handicrafts, like tapping a hammer a couple of times.

He put down his chopsticks and slammed his hand on the table: "I'm full! Time to get to work!"

As he spoke, he strolled to the corner of the wall and casually picked up the iron lump he had become quite familiar with—the Type 97 mortar shell.

"Hey, I just noticed that the door to that woodshed over there is a bit wobbly. I'll go and reinforce it."

Teacher Huang weighed the hammer in his hand and walked out with great interest.

No one took it seriously and continued eating.

Not long after.

Outside the courtyard, one could hear Teacher Huang's signature, powerful slogans, along with the dull, rhythmic clanging of metal.

"eighty!"

"Bang!"

"eighty!"

"Bang!"

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Li Mo'an sat at the dining table, chewing his food, but his ears unconsciously followed the sound, silently counting in his mind.

One, two, three...

Teacher Huang smashed things with extra enthusiasm today, smashing them many times in one go before stopping.

Li Mo'an calmly swallowed the food in his mouth, silently counting the number of times the other party had knocked on his head.

Thinking to myself, given how often Teacher Huang uses it, this bomb won't be usable tomorrow.

Or rather, it exploded.

(King Yama: Huh? Watch out for this guy called Teacher Huang. He's already on the execution line. The countdown has begun.)

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