That’s right, Teacher Huang was always the kind of person who considered himself a learned and reasonable man.
He liked it when others called him Teacher.
He liked to package himself as someone full of knowledge, not someone full of malice.
Someone full of malice was Yan Wang Sun.
So, when he heard the phrase, ‘A learned and reasonable man finds peace in his destiny through righteousness,’ his steps involuntarily halted.
It was talking about him.
It was talking about him.
The subsequent phrases, ‘Words have a wondrous power; they can make things good or bad,’ and ‘Fate will thin with too much calculation, and luck will dwindle with too much calculation,’ completely captivated him.
Teacher Huang found it somewhat unbelievable.
In his opinion, Chen Feng’s acting was indeed a bit exaggerated.
Just like when he played the Addict before, he managed to call the Yao Yao Ling (110).
When he played a perverted abuser, he made his opponent cry on stage.
This kind of over-the-top acting was something he disliked, instinctively feeling it was an excessive performance aimed at grabbing attention.
Even his most recent role as a cancer patient.
He suddenly spat blood, startling his opponent, and throughout the entire performance, he didn't respond to his opponent's lines, forcing his opponent to become a clown.
Teacher Huang considered this style of acting unacceptable.
Therefore, in his eyes, Chen Feng was just an actor with little cultural depth, relying solely on gimmicks to grab attention and achieve unexpected success.
Hence, Teacher Huang dared to speak his mind during the live broadcast.
But today.
Facing Chen Feng, Teacher Huang suddenly felt a bit guilty.
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep up with Chen Feng's realistic acting, which blurred the line between fake and real.
Because every character Chen Feng portrayed was so real that it was difficult to distinguish between illusion and reality.
Just like this impromptu scene.
The two couplets on Chen Feng’s table were astonishing; Teacher Huang had secretly observed the entire process, and Chen Feng had written them directly.
He hadn't copied them from his phone.
So, either Chen Feng had memorized them long ago.
Or, Chen Feng had written them himself.
If it was the latter, that would be quite frightening.
It indicated that his cultural background was not shallow at all.
Just a moment ago, after the performance began, Teacher Huang cleverly staged a 'struggling' psychological state.
He had intended to make Chen Feng embarrass himself too.
If Chen Feng handled this detail poorly, Teacher Huang could immediately announce a pause, explain the profound meaning of that 'stroke of genius' moment to the students.
He would talk about the psychological sketch of the character.
Unexpectedly, Chen Feng’s few words hooked him.
For a Fortune Teller to say such things, it was clearly meant to deter the target; at this moment, wasn't it out of place?
Yet, after he finished speaking, Teacher Huang felt an urge.
The more you say that, the more I want to hear how you calculate it.
Professional!
Too professional.
At this moment, Chen Feng was a spitting image of a Fortune Teller.
Seeing Teacher Huang turn back, the smile on his face and the foxy cunning in his eyes made one feel he was truly a Fortune Teller.
So, Teacher Huang turned around and returned to Chen Feng’s stall.
...
Scene two.
Chen Feng smiled and gestured to Teacher Huang: “Please sit.”
Teacher Huang sat down.
His expression was shifting and uncertain.
His gaze also wandered over the two couplets on the table.
He still felt quite good.
Chen Feng also secretly admired him in his heart.
But...
Not real enough.
Chen Feng, with a professional smile, looked at Teacher Huang and asked kindly: “Sir, what would you like to have calculated?”
“I… I had a nightmare last night.”
“Oh.”
Chen Feng nodded, and slowly said: “You want to interpret your dream?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, tell me about it.”
Teacher Huang looked into Chen Feng’s eyes and slowly said: “Last night… I dreamed of a frog.”
“A frog.”
Chen Feng confirmed.
“Yes, a frog.”
Teacher Huang’s expression was somewhat losing control.
He looked at Chen Feng, wanting to laugh.
Because he had just said it offhand.
He really wanted to know how Chen Feng would interpret this dream interpretation process.
What kind of lines would he prepare to get through it?
Chen Feng looked at Teacher Huang’s losing control expression, and still said seriously: “A frog in a dream symbolizes success, friendship, and a state of joyful satisfaction.”
“Dreaming of a frog in a pond indicates you have tolerant friends who can help you overcome difficulties.”
“Dreaming of a frog in the grass predicts you will gain a broad-minded and open-minded mentor and friend who will help you in many ways.”
“Dreaming of many frogs indicates a simple life.”
“If you dream of many frogs while sick, it predicts your body will recover quickly.”
“Dreaming of a chorus of frogs on a summer night indicates you get along well and have harmonious relationships with many friends.”
At this point, Chen Feng asked with a smile: “May I ask, sir, what was the situation with the frog you dreamed of?”
“I…”
Teacher Huang could no longer hold back his laughter, his expression out of control, he said: “I dreamed that I myself turned into a frog and was catching mosquitoes in a pond.”
By the end, he completely lost it, bursting into laughter with a 'pfft'.
Director Jiang in the distance subtly frowned.
The students below didn't care, and also joined in the laughter.
Because they only saw this as a form of teaching, with no respect for the performers on stage.
Teacher Huang broke character.
But Chen Feng was still in character.
Only.
His expression suddenly changed.
The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and the look in his eyes towards Teacher Huang was somewhat terrifying.
Chen Feng didn’t speak.
He just carefully observed Teacher Huang’s face.
Teacher Huang felt a bit unnerved by his gaze and asked doubtfully: “What are you looking at?”
“Sir, dreaming of a frog is originally an auspicious sign. However, dreaming of yourself transforming into a frog and eating insects is not so good.”
Teacher Huang: “...”
Starting to make things up?
Chen Feng continued as if no one else was there: “It’s not difficult to joke about becoming a marquis, heroes still don’t look on, all before your eyes are merchants, rich and poor are originally within reach.”
Teacher Huang looked bewildered, and asked in astonishment: “What does that mean?”
Chen Feng shook his head slightly, and said indifferently: “Wealth from all directions cannot be obtained, not because of your clumsiness, but because of the pressing times. When luck is low, be careful. When sir is going downhill, never look up, you must look down at the road, otherwise a minor misfortune will befall you.”
“What nonsense.”
At this moment, Teacher Huang felt a bit unnerved by Chen Feng’s gaze, and quickly stood up, laughing: “Alright, let’s stop here. Director Jiang, that’s enough.”
Director Jiang in the distance strode over, letting out a long sigh: “You’re no fun, I was getting addicted. I almost wanted to come over and ask Chen Feng what those two sentences meant.”
After speaking, he looked at Chen Feng and smiled: “What did those two sentences of yours mean? Did you just make them up? What ‘never look up, you must look down at the road.’ Are you implying something about Teacher Huang?”
“No.”
Chen Feng was no longer in that state, and smiled humbly: “Just stating the facts. Teacher Huang is not young anymore, he still needs to watch his step when walking, don’t always look straight ahead.”
“See, he’s still implying something about Teacher Huang.”
Director Jiang laughed and scolded: “That’s how I understand it, Teacher Huang, don’t take too big steps, you might pull something when walking, better to be down-to-earth.”
“I’m already down-to-earth enough.”
Teacher Huang smiled and turned to walk towards the student area, preparing to return his jacket.
As he walked down the stage steps, he kept looking straight ahead, didn't look down, and took too big a step, missing a step.
“Oh dear!”
Thud!
Clang!
“Ouch.”
A scream.
“Teacher Huang?”
“Teacher Huang, Teacher Huang.”
“Oh no, Teacher Huang’s forehead is bleeding.”
“Quick, call 120.”
“Teacher Huang, are you alright?”
A group of students rushed out and quickly helped Teacher Huang up.
Director Jiang and Chen Feng also ran over.
When he saw the large cut on Teacher Huang’s forehead, Director Jiang gasped, and surprisingly, his first reaction was to look at Chen Feng.
This was… a minor misfortune befalling him?
