The backdrop can also be propped up.

"I have some in my own shop. What kind do you need?" Qin Hanyue said as she led Sen Ouling and Wei Qingchun, with several photographers following closely behind.

Qin Hanyue led Sen Ouling and Wei Qingchun to her studio. The chubby calico cat was awakened by the noise, raised its head, opened its eyes, and meowed twice in the direction of the people.

"Laifu, don't worry about it, you can continue sleeping." Qin Hanyue patted the calico cat's head, then took out several things from under her workbench—a cane, a basket... and even two pairs of small cloth shoes.

"I bought so much stuff, so I'm giving you some free gifts." Qin Hanyue's impression of Sen Ouling and Wei Qingchun was currently quite good—because the two of them really did buy a lot of things, making money for the small shop, and they were also quite good-natured.

"To be befitting a physician, a small medicine stove is essential. Is there one here?" Sen Ouling asked.

“This… I don’t have one,” Qin Hanyue scratched her head, then took out a wooden sword, “but I do have this.”

“We don’t need a wooden sword,” Sen Ouling shook her head, then decided to ask Wei Qingchun if he needed any parts. “Teacher Wei, is there anything you need, Teacher Wei?”

Qin Hanyue and Sen Ouling both turned to look for Wei Qingchun, and then saw Wei Qingchun playing with the calico cat.

Hearing someone call his name, Wei Qingchun turned around and asked, "Oh, what's wrong?"

"Teacher Wei, is there anything else we need? The shop owner said we bought clothes and jewelry, so he's giving us some freebies." Sen Ouling repeated Qin Hanyue's words to Wei Qingchun.

"Oh, a free gift? That's great. I'll take this cane." Wei Qingchun stroked the calico cat a couple of times, then picked up the long cane that Qin Hanyue had placed on the table.

After selecting their items, Sen Oulin and Wei Qingchun walked out of the store and got into the production crew's car.

Before leaving, Sen Ouling turned around and memorized the name of the Hanfu shop—Winter Plum Welcomes Spring.

They took a taxi to a nearby shopping mall, had a meal, and bought some other things. Then, Sen Ouling and Wei Qingchun returned to the bungalow and began writing the script.

Due to time constraints, the script written by Sen Ouling and Wei Qingchun is somewhat abstract, but as long as the two of them can understand it, that's fine.

"Alright, all done." Sen Ouling picked up the papers with writing on them, which could barely be considered a script, from the table and tapped the table twice with the papers to align them.

"Let's start rehearsing now. Have you memorized all your lines?" Wei Qingchun asked.

“I’ve got it,” Sen Olling nodded. “I memorized it when I was writing the script.”

"Okay, let's start acting now." Wei Qingchun coughed twice as a dividing line, and then his expression changed.

"Go down the mountain? Have you forgotten how dangerous it is down there?" Wei Qingchun placed one hand on the table, staring directly into Sen Ouling's eyes. Combined with her facial expression, she perfectly portrayed a dignified elder.

Sen Ouling looked at the anger and sorrow in Wei Qingchun's eyes without the slightest fear. Instead, she stood up from her chair and bowed to Wei Qingchun—she still remembered that she was playing the role of an apprentice.

“Master,” Sen Ouling said, bowing his head and crossing his arms, looking very humble, but his tone was not humble at all, “The people down the mountain are suffering from the plague. As the most promising disciple of the Xuanhu Sect, I should do my duty to help the world and save people.”

Wei Qingchun shook his head, stood up, turned around, and faced away from Sen Ouling: "Things are not peaceful down the mountain now - bandits are on the move, there has been a severe drought for years, and there is also foreign invasion."

"Even if you save those people and protect them from the plague, they will still die—starve to death or become victims of someone else's knife."

"So I'm not going to save them?" Sen Ouling took two steps forward and approached Wei Qingchun's back. "If they're lucky enough to escape these disasters, then if I heal them, won't they be able to live?"

Wei Qingchun's voice suddenly rose: "Have you forgotten that thing I often mentioned to you?!"

Upon hearing this line, Sen Ouling knelt down with a thud, bowed his head, and said, "Disciple dares not forget, but disciple still feels that disciple must go down the mountain. With such superb medical skills, am I only supposed to wait for people to come up the mountain to find me?"

"You, sigh..." Wei Qingchun let out a long sigh.

Sen Ouling kowtowed to the ground and said, "Please grant my wish, Master."

“We’ll discuss this later,” Wei Qingchun said, flicking his sleeve. “You should go back now. Don’t kneel there; the ground is cold.”

“Alright,” Wei Qingchun immediately detached himself from his role as the master in the play and helped Sen Ouling up from the ground. “You can get up now. You were really great.”

"Ah, thank you for the compliment, Teacher Wei." Sen Ouling was a little nervous about her performance, but after hearing Wei Qingchun's words, she immediately relaxed.

“That’s good. Let’s revise some of the ambiguous lines in the script.” Wei Qingchun said, pulling Sen Ouling back to the table.

“Okay, Teacher Wei,” Sen Ouling said, taking out a pen from her body and beginning to discuss with Wei Qingchun word by word.

Halfway through their discussion, a staff member walked in from outside the room, carrying two pieces of paper about the size of sticky notes.

"This is..." Wei Qingchun asked, looking at the paper in the staff member's hand.

"It's a prop related to finding out who the undercover agent is," the staff member explained. "We asked the two teachers to write down on a piece of paper who they thought was the most likely undercover agent."

"Do we have to write about undercover work too?" Sen Ouling asked.

"Everyone has to write it down, including undercover agents. Undercover agents can also write other people's names," the staff member added.

"Oh, okay." Sen Ouling nodded and took the piece of paper, about the size of a sticky note, from the staff member. Then, Sen Ouling held his black pen and paused for a while in the upper left corner of the paper before finally writing down the three characters "Xiao Keyuan".

On the other side, Wei Qingchun had also written down his vision of the undercover agent. After handing the paper back to the staff, the two continued to rehearse their lines—mainly Sen Ouling reading the lines while Wei Qingchun pointed out areas for improvement, such as tone and pronunciation.

And so the two of them rehearsed their respective pieces, while the other guests on the show prepared their own performances.

It's finally time for the evening live stream.