Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Chapter 655 Old Dragon King

Lin Bufan took the flowers and looked at the pretty girl in front of him with a smile: "Thank you, classmate. The flowers are beautiful, but they are still far inferior to you. What's your name? Which department are you from?"

The female student blushed slightly and replied softly, "Hello, senior. My name is Xia Xiaohe, and I'm a junior in the acting department."

"Xia Xiaohe...what a good name!" Lin Bufan's eyes lit up. "She lives up to her name, fresh and refined. Xiaohe, I see you have quite good looks. Have you signed a contract with an agency? Would you consider joining my Xiaofan Entertainment? I'm not exaggerating, but our company has excellent resources. You can choose any movie or TV series you want. I guarantee you'll be famous across the country within a year!"

Xia Xiaohe was overwhelmed by this sudden invitation. She looked at Lin Bufan with wide eyes, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

Professor Wang, standing by, couldn't stand it any longer and slapped Lin Bufan on the back of the head. "Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense as soon as we meet! Hurry up and go in. Principal Kang is still waiting inside. The donation ceremony is about to begin!"

Lin Bufan rubbed his head and winked at Xia Xiaohe with a smile: "It's okay, think about it carefully, and contact me anytime when you figure it out." After that, he pushed Chen Nanxing's wheelchair and followed Professor Wang to the campus.

Lin Bufan pushed Chen Nanxing, looking around as he walked. His colorful hair was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight. Professor Wang immediately approached cautiously and warned in a low voice, "You little bastard, I'm telling you, these are the flowers of our motherland. If you dare mess with them, I'll break your third leg!"

Lin Bufan's eyes widened immediately, his face filled with insult. "Auntie Wang, what are you talking about? Am I, Lin Bufan, that kind of person? I'm a serious entrepreneur and philanthropist! I'm looking for the sign-in board—how can such an important occasion not have my autograph? Without my sign-in, how can this school celebration be considered complete? This will be a major loss in the history of our alma mater!"

Professor Wang looked at him suspiciously. "Really? Just looking for the sign-in board?"

"Of course!" Lin Bufan straightened his back and said righteously: "I'm here today to donate money and contribute to my alma mater. My thoughts are very high!" As he spoke, his eyes lit up and he pointed to the front: "Look! Isn't that right!"

Next to the podium, there was indeed a huge signature wall. The wall was already covered with densely packed names, with a conspicuous blank area reserved in the middle.

Lin Bufan pushed Chen Nanxing and walked over quickly. He picked up the golden signature pen prepared beside him and wrote the three big characters "Lin Bufan" in a flamboyant manner in the blank space. Each character was written in an arrogant and domineering manner, as if it wanted to fill the entire reserved area.

After signing, Lin Bufan nodded with satisfaction. He even took two steps back to admire his calligraphy. Then he waved to the student reporter taking photos, "Come on, take some close-ups from all angles! Remember to make me look handsome, because this will be in the school history museum!"

Professor Wang rolled his eyes watching from the side, but he also took

Lin Bufan had no choice but to urge, "Alright, alright, stop being so conceited! Hurry up, the ceremony is about to begin, and Principal Kang has been waiting for you over there for quite some time!"

Lin Bufan then pushed Chen Nanxing and followed Professor Wang towards the podium.

Arriving at the side of the podium, I saw Principal Kang, hands behind his back, listening solemnly to a report from a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and with a refined demeanor. The man, holding a process chart, bowed slightly, his attitude respectful.

Lin Bufan's eyes lit up, and he pushed Chen Nanxing over quietly. Taking advantage of the middle-aged man's unpreparedness, he raised his hand and slapped him on the buttocks. At the same time, he laughed and shouted, "Auntie Li! What are you doing here? You're like a lackey. Do you really need to be so humble when reporting to me?"

Professor Li, the middle-aged man known as "Mother Li," shuddered and nearly threw the folder in his hand. He turned around in shock, and seeing Lin Bufan, especially his dazzling rainbow hair, he blushed furiously, his eyes widening behind his gold-rimmed glasses. "Lin Bufan! You bastard little bastard! Who are you being disrespectful to?! Believe it or not, today... today I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your parents!" He said this, and made a gesture to raise his hand.

Far from being afraid, Lin Bufan leaned forward, pointing at his own colorful head, and lowered his voice with full provocation: "Mother Li, think carefully before you speak. Did you see the color of my hair today? This is called good luck! I am the main donor today, the God of Wealth! If you make me unhappy, do you believe that Old Kangtou will make you donate all your underwear to make up for it today?"

Professor Li was choked by his words and trembled as he pointed at Lin Bufan: "You...you..." He subconsciously glanced at Principal Kang next to him, and sure enough, he saw that Principal Kang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot!

Professor Li thought that his argument with Lin Bufan had angered the principal, so he suppressed his anger and leaned close to Lin Bufan, gnashing his teeth and whispering, "Little bastard...just wait...wait until the school celebration is over and see how I deal with you!"

In reality, Principal Kang paid no attention to Professor Li. He was fixated on Lin Bufan's colorful afro, his beard trembling with rage. He pulled Lin Bufan to his side and snarled in a low voice, "You little bastard! You're attending the school celebration with a sea urchin on your head?! You're going to speak on behalf of the alumni later! What the hell are you doing? You're bringing shame to our school!"

Lin Bufan shook his head nonchalantly: "Old Kang, you don't understand? This is called art! If our art academy doesn't value individuality, what does it value? Do we have to dress like insurance salesmen? That would be shameful!"

"You!" Principal Kang was so angry that he almost fainted. His fingers were shaking as he pointed at Lin Bufan: "I don't have time to argue with you right now! Hurry up and find a razor to trim my hair! Otherwise, don't even think about going on stage!"

When Lin Bufan heard that he was going to cut his hair, he immediately protected his colorful Afro with both hands, his expression exaggerated as if he was ready to die heroically: "No, no, no! Lao Kangtou! Please be merciful! This is not just a piece of hair, this is art! It's inspiration! It's my life!"

Principal Kang was so angry that his beard was puffing and his eyes were glaring. He suppressed his anger and growled, "I don't care if your art is artistic or not! So many leaders, alumni, and media will be here later. If you go on stage with a feather duster on your head, will our Kyoto Art Academy's century-old reputation be ruined?!"

"Okay, okay, you're the boss, you have the final say!" Seeing that Principal Kang was getting really anxious, Lin Bufan immediately changed his tune and compromised with a playful smile: "I'll find a hat to put on later, okay? I promise to cover it up completely, leaving only my handsome face that can bring honor to the school exposed. Is that okay?"

Principal Kang looked Lin Bufan up and down suspiciously, his eyes filled with distrust. "You'd better not do anything to me! I'm warning you, Lin Bufan, today's occasion is very serious. If you dare to make even the slightest mistake, I will lose face..." Taking a step closer, Principal Kang squeezed out a voice through his teeth: "Even if I risk my life and do nothing for the rest of my life, sitting in front of your company every day, I will never let you off!"

"Don't worry! I guarantee to complete the mission! I will never bring shame to the organization!" Lin Bufan patted his chest and promised solemnly, looking like a soldier who had accepted a glorious mission.

Principal Kang stared at Lin Bufan for a few seconds, as if trying to find even the slightest hint of unreliability on his face. Finally, he sighed as if resigned to his fate, and unhappily pulled out a neatly folded A4 paper from his suit pocket and stuffed it into Lin Bufan's hand: "Here! Take it!"

Lin Bufan took the paper, unfolded it, and casually asked, "What is this? A love letter? Old Kang, although I am extremely charming, our relationship... isn't quite appropriate, right?"

"Bah!" Principal Kang nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. He suppressed the urge to attack and lowered his voice to explain, "This is the speech I wrote for you to give on stage later! Just read it exactly as it says! Don't make a single mistake! And don't improvise or make up stories! Do you understand?"

"Speech?!" Lin Bufan's voice suddenly rose an octave, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, drawing the glances of several nearby school leaders. He waved the thin A4 paper, his expression filled with anguish. "Old Kang! What do you mean by this? Depriving me of my freedom of speech? Restricting my personal expression? This is a blatant infringement! It's illegal, you know? The Constitution clearly guarantees citizens' freedom of speech!"

Principal Kang's forehead was throbbing with veins. He covered Lin Bufan's mouth with his hand, pulled him back two steps, and growled through gritted teeth, "Keep your voice down! You bastard! You're talking to me about the Constitution? Which of those rubbish you did in school before wasn't worthy of punishment under school rules? And now you're pretending to be a law-abiding citizen? I'm telling you, in this situation today, letting you express yourself freely would be the greatest irresponsibility to the entire school, to all the alumni! Asking you to read from a script is the only way to minimize risks and maintain the school's image! You must read it!"

Lin Bufan's mouth was covered, and he could only protest with "mumbles", his eyes wide open, expressing strong dissatisfaction.

Principal Kang was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at Lin Bufan. He pulled Lin Bufan aside and shouted in a low voice, "You little bastard! Don't be ungrateful! I wrote this manuscript myself! Do you know how many meetings I've attended and how many leaders I've met over the years? It's always been my secretary who wrote the manuscript and I read it! This time, for you, I stayed up half the night and wrote it myself! How dare you find fault with me?"

Lin Bufan blinked, shook the light A4 paper in his hand, and said in disbelief: "That's it? Old Kangtou, you stayed up all night and wrote this little? Your efficiency is not good! When I updated three Dragon King novels in a row, I updated words a day!"

When Principal Kang heard Lin Bufan dare to mention writing a novel, he almost jumped up in anger. He grabbed Lin Bufan's ear and roared at the top of his voice, "You little bastard! How dare you mention it?! Back then, you secretly used my Weibo account to recommend your works like 'Dragon King's Son-in-law' and 'Return of the God of War'... Do you know how long I've been laughed at by my peers?! Even now, there are still old guys who ask me when they meet, 'Old Dragon King, have you discovered any potential masterpieces recently? You've completely disgraced me!"

Lin Bufan grimaced in pain, but he still tried to defend himself, his voice changing: "Ouch! Old Dragon King... No, no... It's Old Kangtou, please be gentle! They're just jealous! Blatantly jealous! Jealous that you have such a talented, cross-disciplinary student like me! Why don't you understand? I'm helping you break the stereotype of the academic circle and inject some pop culture vitality into you! If nothing else, just tell me whether you've gained followers or not?"

"I'm going to bully you..." Principal Kang was so angry that he raised his other hand, pretending to hit him. In the end, he loosened his hand that was pulling Lin Bufan's ear and pointed at his nose, "Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and memorize this script! If you make a mistake in a word when you go on stage later, or if you dare to act recklessly, I will...I will..."

"I know, I know!" Lin Bufan interrupted quickly, rubbing his red ears, looking annoyed. "It's a girl group dance video! Aunt Wang has threatened me with it so many times! Can you two come up with some new tricks?"

"To deal with a little bastard like you, one trick is enough to save you!" Principal Kang snorted coldly, straightened his tie that was twisted by anger, and glared at Lin Bufan fiercely: "Hurry up and get ready! I'll go check out the venue arrangements." After saying that, he turned and walked towards the podium, his back revealing a lingering anger.

Lin Bufan made a face at Principal Kang's back, then lowered his head and unfolded the speech manuscript, muttering to himself, "Really? There's no room for free expression. This manuscript is written...tsk tsk, it smells like aged vinegar, so sour!"

Lin Bufan pushed Chen Nanxing to the lounge area beside the podium, plopped down on a nearby chair, crossed his legs, and began to "study" the speech written by President Kang. As he read, his brows furrowed, and his expression became increasingly disgusted.

"Dear leaders, distinguished guests, dear teachers, and classmates..." Lin Bufan read the beginning in an extremely exaggerated and rhythmic broadcasting voice. He shuddered after finishing it: "Pfft, this is too official, right? There is no emotion at all! The following is about the beautiful season of spring breeze and blooming flowers? Did Old Kangtou copy it from an old newspaper from twenty years ago?

With this level of skill, if anyone can become a principal, I would at least be a principal for two years. Old Kangtou's position as principal must have been very expensive back then!"

Chen Nanxing listened from the side and couldn't help but chuckle with his hands covering his mouth, and his frail face became a little more red.

Lin Bufan became increasingly dissatisfied as he read, tapping the manuscript paper with his finger. "Here, here, looking back on our alma mater's century of arduous journeys, enduring hardships and hardships... It's so old-fashioned! And here, on behalf of all alumni, I would like to express my highest respect to the hardworking gardeners... It's too formal! It's not sincere at all! I'd be surprised if anyone here doesn't fall asleep when I read this!"

Lin Bufan slammed the manuscript shut, his face determined: "No! You absolutely cannot read this manuscript verbatim! This is simply an insult to my intelligence and eloquence! It's also a torture to the audience's ears!"

"Aren't you afraid your girl group video will get out?" Chen Nanxing said teasingly, "But to be honest, I really want to see it!"

"Don't worry!" Lin Bufan winked at Chen Nanxing and patted his chest confidently. "I know my limits! Old Kangtou's talk is outdated. An excellent speech requires genuine emotion, interaction and resonance with the audience! Watch me, I'm going to get the whole crowd excited and impress Old Kangtou!"