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

"Lin Bufan!" Duan Jiabao slammed his hand on the table, shaking his beer glass. "You know what? I've been putting up with you for so long! You ask me to run errands to buy milk tea every day, and you always complain that I'm slow! Do you know how long the line at the milk tea shop is?"

Duan Jiabao's face was as red as an apple, and she drunkenly pointed at Lin Bufan's nose: "Do you know how annoying you are! You order me around all day long, calling me Dabao! Dabao!" She imitated Lin Bufan's tone, shaking her head exaggeratedly: "Go buy me a cup of milk tea, ask for 70% sugar, go get me a coat, go call that so-and-so over to me - am I an assistant or a maid?"

Lin Bufan took a sip of beer slowly and said with a smile, "Anything else?"

Seeing that Duan Jiabao was about to say more, and looked as if he didn't plan to see the sun tomorrow, Jiang Xiaoguo quickly covered his mouth: "Dabao, you've had too much to drink, sit down!"

However, Duan Jiabao showed no intention of shutting up and pushed Jiang Xiaoguo aside. "The most annoying thing is that you always say I have a crush on you!" Duan Jiabao suddenly stood up and pointed at Sang Biao shakily. "I, Duan Jiabao, am making this clear today! Even if I like this dog, I will never like you, Lin Bufan!"

Sang Biao was lying under the table gnawing on a bone. Upon hearing this, he suddenly looked up, his face full of fear, and he quickly hid at Peng Jiahe's feet.

Peng Jiahe immediately quit and hugged Lin Bufan's arm like a protective child: "Sister Dabao, have you had too much to drink? My brother is so handsome and so outstanding, what's wrong with liking him?"

"Excellent?" Duan Jiabao counted on his fingers, accusing him of being a bitch. "He's mean-spirited, narcissistic, exploits his employees, and is such a jerk! Last week, he asked me to buy him a hat, and he insisted on a Transformers hat. I went to eight stores! And guess what? He never wore it! He said the fabric was too stiff!"

"My brother is not what you say!" Peng Jiahe stood up suddenly, his face flushed red, and slammed the beer glass in his hand on the table, splashing beer everywhere. "He...he is so good! What gives you the right to say that about him?!"

Duan Jiabao was startled by Peng Jiahe's sudden outburst and sobered up a bit, but he quickly stiffened his neck and retorted, "Good? What's good about him? He just bullies people all day long!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Peng Jiahe's eyes turned red instantly, and her voice was tearful: "My brother...he..." Peng Jiahe stomped her feet anxiously, but she couldn't think of any words to refute, and tears kept rolling in her eyes.

Just as the atmosphere was tense, Luo Yan, who had been drinking, suddenly slammed the table and stood up, startling everyone. She staggered to her feet, her cheeks flushed and her eyes unfocused: "You...hiccups...you guys, this is nothing..."

"Shi Tou, slow down, don't fall!" Jiang Xiaoguo hurriedly tried to help Luo Yan, but was pushed away by Luo Yan.

"I'm fine!" Luo Yan staggered and her voice suddenly rose: "My mom!"

Luo Yan pointed at herself and emphasized again: "It's my mother. She actually became someone else's mistress. Who could be as miserable as me?"

The entire dining table... no, the entire restaurant was silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Duan Jiabao, who was drunk just now and was madly complaining to Lin Bufan, now widened his eyes and was completely sober.

Liang Shuang's half-raised chopsticks froze in mid-air. Peng Jiahe still had tears on her face, but she forgot to wipe them away.

Jiang Xiaoguo rushed forward and supported the staggering Luo Yan, her voice distorted with anxiety: "Shi Tou, what nonsense are you talking about! You must have drunk too much!" She tried to cover Luo Yan's mouth in a panic, but Luo Yan opened it with a "pop".

"I'm not drunk!" Luo Yan staggered and pushed Jiang Xiaoguo away, her eyes red. "You know what? My dad has been gone for so many years. If she wants to fall in love, I support her! But why does she want to destroy other people's families? Why does she want to be a mistress?!"

After Luo Yan said this, she seemed to have used up all her strength and fell directly onto the table with a thud, unconscious.

Jiang Xiaoguo slapped himself on the forehead and wailed madly in his heart:

It’s over, it’s over, it’s really over now!

Why did I suggest drinking?

I'm screwed! How will tomorrow end? Will I be beaten to death?

Jiang Xiaoguo looked around in despair - Duan Jiabao was stunned, Peng Jiahe was in tears and looked confused, Liang Shuang looked like he was struck by lightning, and even Sang Biao poked his head out from under the table, with "fuck" written all over his face.

The air froze for a full ten seconds.

Feeling the extremely awkward atmosphere around them, Lin Bufan cleared his throat and suggested, "Well... since everyone has almost finished eating, why don't we just go home?"

Jiang Xiaoguo immediately nodded frantically like a chick pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes! Let's go!" As she spoke, she hurriedly helped Luo Yan and Duan Jiabao to pack up, fearing that if she was a little slow, something strange would happen again.

"How are you going back?" Lin Bufan glanced at Luo Yan, who was drunk and unconscious, and then looked at Duan Jiabao, who was staggering.

Jiang Xiaoguo barely supported Luo Yan: "It's okay, it's okay, we can just take a taxi back to school..."

"School?!" Lin Bufan frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "They're both so drunk, it's better not to go back to school, lest they cause any more trouble! How about this, I'll arrange a hotel for you, and you should wait until tomorrow to sober up before going back to school!"

Jiang Xiaoguo thought about it and felt that it made sense. If what happened in the restaurant tonight happened at school, it would really be a disaster!

Seeing that Jiang Xiaoguo didn't object, Lin Bufan raised his foot and kicked Sang Biao on the butt under the table: "You bastard, stop pretending to be dead! Call your bodyguards to pick him up!"

Sang Biao reluctantly climbed out, a look of "None of my business" written all over his face, but he still took out his phone and sent a message. Less than ten minutes later, a stretched Rolls-Royce pulled up at the restaurant door.

After sending Duan Jiabao and the others to the car, Lin Bufan turned to look at Liang Shuang who was still standing there: "Are you not coming?"

Liang Shuang crossed his arms and said, "Why should I go? I'm not drunk like them. I can go back to school by myself."

What Liang Shuang said was true, but Lin Bufan didn't want to waste the good time of the evening taking care of the drunkard Peng Jiahe. He still had to video chat with his sister Dali!

So, in order to avoid being disturbed by Peng Jiahe, Lin Bufan spoke again: "Liang Shuang, Jiahe is drunk and no one is taking care of her. Can you help take care of her?"

Liang Shuang crossed his arms and looked coldly at Peng Jiahe, who was slumped in the car seat. "Why should I take care of her?"

"Just because you look exactly the same." Lin Bufan said with a smile: "Maybe you really are sisters."

Liang Shuang rolled her eyes: "Who would believe this kind of nonsense?" But seeing Peng Jiahe drunk and unconscious, she got into the car reluctantly.

The extended Rolls-Royce moved smoothly through the night, its interior ridiculously spacious. Lin Bufan sat on the leather seat, while Sang Biao lay on the carpet beside him, scratching at the door of the car's refrigerator with his paws out of boredom.

Lin Bufan didn't bother to pay attention and turned to look out the window. Neon lights streaked across the car window, and the city night was always so noisy and charming.

As soon as the car stopped in front of Shangpu International Hotel, the hotel manager and several waiters came up quickly.

"Mr. Lin, you're here." The manager respectfully opened the car door. "The room has been prepared according to your request."

Lin Bufan nodded and pointed at the people stumbling around in the car: "Send them to their rooms, be careful."

Several waitresses immediately stepped forward and expertly helped the drunken Duan Jiabao, Luo Yan, and Peng Jiahe to their feet. Jiang Xiaoguo stood by, her eyes wide open—this hotel lobby was simply too luxurious! Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, over ten meters high. The floor was gleaming, and even the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

"This...how much does this cost per night..." Jiang Xiaoguo muttered softly, her fingers twisted together unconsciously.

"Don't worry about the price. You don't have to pay for it anyway!" Lin Bufan patted her shoulder and said, "Have a good rest tonight. We can talk about it tomorrow if there's anything."

Jiang Xiaoguo swallowed and followed the waiter to the elevator. Arriving at the penthouse suite, she was speechless with astonishment. The spacious living room was larger than her entire dorm, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the entire Magic City at night. The leather sofa, marble coffee table, and paintings on the wall…everything reeked of money.

"Oh my god..." Jiang Xiaoguo turned around and suddenly remembered something. She hurried to check on Duan Jiabao and Luo Yan. She found that the waiter had already placed them on the big bed in the bedroom.

"Thank you, thank you!" Jiang Xiaoguo thanked him repeatedly. After the waiter left, she immediately rushed to the big bed that looked super comfortable.

"This is so cool!" Jiang Xiaoguo rolled over in bed, then suddenly sat up again. Looking at the two sleeping people, she began to worry again: "What if they forget about today tomorrow? Should I remind them? If they don't forget, what should I do... Forget it, forget it, I'll think about these annoying things tomorrow. For now, I should just enjoy this luxurious suite..."

Jiang Xiaoguo gritted her teeth and decided to take a bath first. Anyway, the thing had already happened, so there was no point in worrying about it.

At the same time, Liang Shuang was standing in the bedroom of another suite, frowning at Peng Jiahe who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

"What a hassle..." Liang Shuang curled his lips, but still walked over to help Peng Jiahe take off his coat and shoes.

Under the light, Peng Jiahe's face was flushed, and her eyelashes cast a tiny shadow on her face. Liang Shuang couldn't help but move closer, carefully examining this face that was almost identical to his own.

"Really? You didn't have plastic surgery?" Liang Shuang reached out and pinched Peng Jiahe's nose, then touched her chin. "Strange, how is that possible?"

Liang Shuang suddenly remembered something and gently lifted Peng Jiahe's collar to look inside - there was a small mole there, in the same position as hers.

Liang Shuang's hand paused, his brows gradually furrowed. This was too much of a coincidence...

Just as she was lost in thought, Peng Jiahe suddenly turned over, hugged Liang Shuang's waist, and muttered, "Brother... I want to drink more..."

"Hey! Let go!" Liang Shuang was startled and quickly tried to pry Peng Jiahe's hands away. But the drunk man was incredibly strong, and she couldn't break free.

"Damn it..." Liang Shuang struggled for a while, but finally gave up. She sighed, leaned against the headboard, and let Peng Jiahe cling to her like an octopus.

Outside the window, the nightscape of Shanghai shone like a galaxy. Liang Shuang gazed at the twinkling lights in the distance, his thoughts drifting away. He wondered if he should confirm Peng Jiahe's identity with his parents...

At the same time, Sang Biao started a live broadcast in the restaurant of the presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel.

The dining table was already filled with various high-end seafood, and Sang Biao was wearing diamond-studded sunglasses and a big gold chain around his neck, showing off Australian lobster in front of the camera.

"Look everyone! Let's grab this wave of king crab legs and give them away as gifts!"

As Sang Biao typed his words, the live broadcast room exploded with comments:

[Brother Biao is awesome! The pinnacle of his life!]

This dog has a better life than me...

[Brother Biao, are you looking for a pendant? One that can eat!]

[I just like watching Brother Biao eat. I feel that watching Brother Biao eat is more enjoyable than eating myself!]

……

Lin Bufan, who was in the same suite with Sang Biao, was lazily lying on the leather sofa and video chatting with Zhuge Dali. Of course, as time went by, Lin Bufan no longer needed to rely on the name of Lightning!

Lin Bufan curled up on the leather sofa, legs crossed, his face beaming with joy as he stared at his phone screen. "Sister Dali, you don't know this. When the college entrance examination results were announced that year, my total score was a full 97 points higher than the second place! The presidents of Peking University and Tsinghua University knelt at my door with a banner, saying, 'Student Lin, please do me the honor of coming to our school.' The admissions directors of Fudan University and Shanghai Jiaotong University even performed a stone-breaking chest trick on the spot to prove their resolve to me."

Lin Bufan supported his head with one hand and shook his head solemnly, "But unfortunately, this is not my ambition. I want to be a trendsetter in the entertainment industry, so I resolutely chose Kyoto Art College.

You don't know that after hearing my decision, the presidents of Peking University and Tsinghua University vomited blood and fainted on the spot. The admissions directors of Fudan University and Shanghai Jiaotong University even exclaimed that this was not only a regret for their schools, but also a regret for the country and even the world! My decision will cause immeasurable losses to the scientific research community!

When President Kang of Kyoto Art College received the news, he slapped himself three times while talking on the phone, wondering if I was dreaming. After confirming the pain, he hugged the admissions office teacher and burst into tears, saying that their school's ancestral graves were emitting green smoke, and it was the kind that couldn't be extinguished even if you stepped on it..."

At the same time, Principal Kang, who was giving orders in his dream, was suddenly awakened by a chill!

Zhuge Dali on the other side of the screen put down the book in his hand, and his fingertips tapped rapidly on the keyboard. Before Lin Bufan could finish his words, he ruthlessly exposed him: "According to the '20XX National College Entrance Examination Admissions Data Report', the top scorer in science that year was Chen Hang from Hubei, and the top scorer in liberal arts was Su Xi from Zhejiang. There is no record of anyone like you who scored 97 points higher than the second place.

Furthermore, the admission score for Kyoto Art College that year was only the fifth highest among art schools, and there was no case of the principal getting so excited about a student's admission that he slapped someone in the face. Most importantly..."

Zhuge Dali stared at Lin Bufan on the screen and said seriously, "According to probabilistic models, the probability of the top scorer in the college entrance examination being 97 points higher than the runner-up is approximately 0.000003%. Furthermore, in the past ten years, the score difference between the top and runner-up in any province has never exceeded 20 points. Therefore, the credibility of your statement is approaching zero."

Uh--

Sure enough, smart kids are annoying!

If it were Meijia, she would definitely start to admire her!

Just when Lin Bufan was thinking about how to explain, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening!

Ok? !

When I'm not the boss, it's fine for you to just barge into my room!

I'm the boss now, and you still barge into my room?

what?

Am I too nice to you, or do you no longer regard your boss as a leader?