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

As the two entered the museum, Jiang Nansun immediately entered a professional state, pointing out the details and explaining to Lin Bufan: "This cantilever structure uses a new type of carbon fiber material, and the span can reach..."

"This hyperbolic entrance design utilizes the latest 3D printing technology. The curvature of each titanium alloy plate..."

"This lighting system simulates the hydrophobic structure of a lotus leaf, allowing rainwater to slide off automatically without leaving any stains, while also ensuring a 92% light transmittance..."

I don't know how long I talked, until I felt a little dry mouth, Jiang Nansun realized that she was too involved, so she smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I talked too much, isn't it boring!"

Lin Bufan smiled gently, then handed over the mineral water he had picked up at some point. "Not only is it not boring, it's also very interesting. If my teacher back then could be like you, I would definitely be able to achieve greater success!"

Seeing Jiang Nansun blushing, Lin Bufan was about to continue teasing her when he suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He subconsciously turned around and immediately took a breath of cold air.

I saw President Kang and Professor Wang of Kyoto Art College standing ten meters away, accompanied by an elegant old man wearing black-framed glasses. The three of them, six eyes, were all staring at him.

"Old Kangtou? Aunt Wang? Old Dongtou? Why are you here!" Lin Bufan blurted out, and then realized that something was wrong.

Principal Kang was so angry that his beard stood up: "Little bastard, who are you calling Old Kangtou?"

Professor Wang even pulled out his phone and said, "Old Li, come and see what's happening! We've caught Lin Bufan!"

Jiang Nansun opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Professor Dong? How could you..."

The old man with black-framed glasses, whom Jiang Nansun called Professor Dong, pushed his glasses up. He didn't rush to answer Jiang Nansun's question, but glanced back and forth between Lin Bufan and Jiang Nansun: "Nansun, do you know... Xiaolin?"

Lin Bufan also reacted at this time. Professor Dong, a good friend of Lao Kangtou, turned out to be Jiang Nansun's mentor. This really was Qiaoer's mother opening the door for Qiaoer. Qiaoer was home!

When he was in college, Lin Bufan often went to talk to Lao Kangtou, so he met Professor Dong and had a brief chat with him!

Just as Lin Bufan was stunned, Principal Kang strode over and grabbed Lin Bufan's ear. "Come on! Explain to me, little bastard, what do you mean by 'If my teacher had been like you, I would have achieved greater success'? What's the matter? Are we old guys limiting your development?"

"It hurts! Old Kang, please be gentle!" Lin Bufan said in defense with a grin, "I made a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue!"

Jiang Nansun looked at the scene at a loss: "Professor Dong, this is..."

Professor Dong shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly, saying, "This little fellow is this old man's favorite student. His love for him is coupled with his harsh criticism!"

Old Kangtou glared at Professor Dong, but he let go of Lin Bufan's ear. "Nansun, right? Although this kid is unreliable, he is indeed a rare genius in our school." As he spoke, Old Kangtou directly pulled out a stack of photos from his suit pocket. "Look, these are the winning photos of him in the competition that year..."

Although Lin Bufan was pleased that Old Kangtou always carried his own highlighter photo with him, he also had a deep concern. After all, how could a normal person carry such a thing with him? "Oh my god! Old Kangtou, are you suffering from an incurable disease? Why are you still carrying this thing with you when you go out?"

Old Kangtou was so angry that his face turned green. He picked up the photo and hit Lin Bufan on the head: "Little bastard! I'm in good health!"

Lin Bufan covered his head and ran away: "Ouch! Old Kangtou, be gentle! There are so many people here!"

Professor Wang curled his lips in disdain. "I told you, Old Kang, those tricks of yours are completely useless! You're even trying to awaken this little bastard's conscience. Does he even have one? His conscience has been eaten by dogs a long time ago!" Then, Professor Wang proudly pulled a USB flash drive from his bag. "If you want to take anything, take this. It's the video of him dancing a girl group dance in the principal's office when he got drunk during his junior year..."

"Auntie Wang!" Lin Bufan rushed over and snatched the USB drive away before Professor Wang could react. "Didn't we agree to destroy that piece of black history forever? You don't keep your word!"

When Professor Wang saw Lin Bufan snatch the USB drive, he wasn't annoyed. Instead, he smiled confidently, "Go ahead, keep snatching." Then he slowly pulled out three more identical USB drives from his bag, "Do you think I only brought one?"

Seeing that Lin Bufan was about to step forward to snatch it, Professor Wang snorted coldly and took out his phone from his suit pocket and shook it: "I have backups on my phone and computer cloud!"

Seeing that he couldn't get the handle back, Lin Bufan had no choice but to negotiate: "What do you want to do?"

Principal Kang and Professor Wang exchanged a glance, and Professor Wang pulled Lin Bufan aside. "Actually, our main reason for coming to Shanghai this time is to attend the National Art Schools Exchange Conference."

Then, Professor Wang made a sad face and sighed, "Alas, the school's enrollment situation has not been ideal in recent years. All the good seedlings have been snatched away by others..."

Professor Wang's affected performance didn't resonate with Lin Bufan. Instead, he rolled his eyes and retorted, "What does it have to do with a lousy professor like you? What's up with Old Kang withholding your year-end bonus?"

Professor Wang was so angry that he slapped Lin Bufan on the back of the head: "You little bastard, do you understand that every citizen has a share of responsibility for the fate of the country? If the school doesn't do well, I won't be able to look down on you when I go out, okay? As for the year-end bonus..." Professor Wang coughed dryly and said in a pretentious manner: "Do I, Old Wang, care about money?"

Lin Bufan rubbed the back of his head, a look of suspicion on his face. "Auntie Wang, why are you telling me all this?" Then, Lin Bufan thought of a possibility, and his eyes suddenly lit up. "Could it be that Old Kangtou doesn't want to be the principal anymore? He wants me to be the principal to turn the tide and save the collapsing building?"

Professor Wang rolled his eyes wildly: "You wish! Even if Lao Kang comes down, it's my turn to go up. Who do you think you are? It's not even your turn!"

Worried that Lin Bufan might get angry and hurt himself, Professor Wang didn't beat around the bush with Lin Bufan. He just put his arm around Lin Bufan's neck and said in a low voice, "Hasn't your company opened up now? When you need people for filming in the future, think more about the students from our school. Donate some to the school when you have money, and help promote the school when you have the chance. If the school has any good talents, I'll be the first to pass them on to you!" As he spoke, Professor Wang winked at Lin Bufan, "I, Old Wang, have a lot of good things from the acting department students..."

Hearing this, Lin Bufan immediately perked up: "Including that high-class beauty who always wins scholarships?"

"Her freshman video imitating Marilyn Monroe..." Professor Wang gestured mysteriously: "High-definition and uncensored!"