The nights in the mountains are exceptionally quiet, and the occasional barking of dogs in the distance only accentuates the depth of the night.

The moths danced tirelessly under the lights, as if they were also giving their final bow at tonight's concert.

"Teacher He, Teacher Huang, Brother Hua, you two get some rest. See you early tomorrow morning. Goodnight!"

Upon hearing Teacher He's reminder to end the event, Wang Yueheng simply picked up his guitar, stood up, and said goodnight to everyone.

"See you tomorrow, Yue Heng. You've worked hard tonight!"

"Great! I didn't expect your first time participating in a lifestyle variety show to bring us so many surprises."

Teacher He responded with a smile, his eyes full of appreciation.

Goodnight, Professor Yue Heng!

"Xiaoxue and I are going back inside now!"

Zhao Ying, holding Mo Zixue's arm, waved and smiled at Wang Yueheng.

At this moment, both girls' eyes were still a little red.

Clearly, the last song had touched a nerve.

The staff around the room began to pack up the equipment in an orderly manner, preparing to end today's recording.

Goodnight, Teacher He! Goodnight, Yue Heng!

"I can't wait to see tomorrow's show!"

Goodnight, Goddess Mo Xue and Ying Bao! See you tomorrow!

"Dahua, get some rest~"

In the live stream, viewers who were still online and reluctant to leave used bullet comments to say goodbye to the idols in front of them.

"Oh, right, before the live stream completely ends, I'll leave you guys with a little something to tease you about tomorrow's surprise!"

"The person who will be visiting our Mushroom House tomorrow is a big name in the comedy world!"

"If you're a fan, don't miss it!"

Just when everyone thought the live broadcast was about to end uneventfully, Teacher He, who was about to go back to his room, seemed to suddenly remember something.

He gave a mysterious smile and turned to the camera and the people in the courtyard.

"Comedy? Industry bigwig?"

Upon hearing these terms describing the profession, the guests in the courtyard exchanged bewildered glances.

"Huh? Could it be... Professor Guo Gang?"

Then, Zhao Ying, who was the first to think of something, turned her gaze to her boss.

He is currently the leading figure in the comedy world of the entertainment industry, with the highest profile.

Moreover, isn't Wang Yueheng directly associated with Guo Gang, the leader of the crosstalk world and the head of the Deyun Society?!

His son, Guo Dalin, like himself, is a highly sought-after contracted artist under Wang Yueheng's company, "Hengxue Entertainment".

It's perfectly natural and reasonable for Guo Gang to come to "Back to Field" to support Wang Yueheng!

"Why did my first thought be Professor Guo Gang?"

"Me too, isn't Guo Dalin a contracted artist with Hengxue Studio?"

"They'll probably come to participate in the show because of Zhang Heng, right?"

"It's probably about 80% true!"

Like Zhao Ying, many viewers immediately guessed the same guest.

But after that brief introduction, Mr. He didn't reveal any further information.

"It's getting late, time to go back to my room, wash up, and go to bed~"

Seeing the curious looks on everyone's faces, he smiled like a naughty child who had successfully pulled off a prank, then turned around, lifted the curtain, and went back inside.

"Tonight was truly... full of ups and downs!"

"Thanks to Yue Heng's delicious food and music, I feel like my soul has been cleansed. Now I feel so comfortable and just want to get a good night's sleep."

Huang Lei, who followed closely behind back into the house, touched his belly, which seemed to have calmed down, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although his face was still a little pale, his spirits were noticeably better.

"I feel like I can sleep like a log tonight!"

Da Hua stretched, and although he was still a little weak, he was much better than before.

Haha~

Everyone was amused by his words, and a burst of cheerful laughter filled the room.

It diluted the slight sadness I felt when I first appreciated "Old Boys".

In the courtyard, the lights went out one by one, leaving only a few dim streetlights.

After a day of noise, the Mushroom House finally quieted down completely, blending into the tranquil night of the deep mountains.

All that remained were the chirping of insects in the countryside and the silent cameras in the yard.