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

After dinner, everyone sat in the pavilion to rest while watching Sang Biao train the dog. Because Xiao H's family of six always had problems with random defecation and urination, Teacher He specially invited Sang Biao to help train the dog.

Sang Biao was standing majestically in the middle of the yard, directing the six members of Little H's family to form an orderly formation. He slapped the ground with his paws, making a "pa pa" sound, and Little H's family immediately sat down obediently, tilting their heads and waiting for instructions.

"Brother Biao's dog training skills are amazing!" Peng Peng munched on a watermelon and mumbled, "Look at those four little guys, the pots, pans, and bowls. They were usually so naughty, but now they're so obedient."

Teacher He smiled and nodded: "Yes, with Brother Biao's abilities, it's a shame he's not a police dog."

Hearing the compliment, Sang Biao proudly swung his tail and took out his phone to type: [What's a police dog? I want to be the king of dogs! ]

Teacher Huang was amused: "Brother Biao, you have great ambitions! But to be the dog king, you must first learn to guard the house. Do you have what it takes?"

Sang Biao rolled his eyes in disdain and typed: [Guarding the house? That's a job for ordinary dogs! I want to rule all the dogs in the world!]

Everyone burst into laughter again. Zifeng's sister held her cheek and asked curiously, "Brother Biao, besides live streaming, what else do you like to do?"

Sang Biao tilted his head, thought for a moment, and typed, "I like watching dramas, especially those about palace fighting. Lately, I've been watching The Legend of Zhen Huan to learn about the art of government and political intrigue."

"Puff!" Yang Mi spat out a mouthful of water. "You're still watching 'The Legend of Zhen Huan'? No wonder you keep saying 'I'm here, I'm here' all day long!"

Sister Zifeng was amused and giggled: "Brother Biao, you are so cute!"

When Sang Biao heard the word "cute," he immediately became unhappy and typed, "I am mighty and powerful! Not cute!"

Everyone was amused by Sang Biao's "mighty and domineering" declaration. Teacher He wiped away tears of laughter and said, "With Brother Biao's IQ, it's a shame he doesn't go to school. Afan, you have to find a school for Brother Biao. Don't delay the child's college entrance examination!"

"That's right!" Peng Peng clapped his hands and agreed, "Brother Biao is so smart, he will definitely be able to get into a good university. Then he can be my sister's classmate!"

When Sang Biao heard he had to go to school, his face instantly fell and he frantically typed in protest: [I don't want to go to school! You're so angry that my lychees are hurting! ]

"Be careful with your language and don't swear!" Lin Bufan slapped Sang Biao on the head in annoyance, then turned to Zifeng and said with a smile: "Speaking of college entrance exams, which school are you planning to apply to, Zifeng?"

Sister Zifeng smiled shyly and said, "I...I haven't thought about it yet..."

"What's there to think about?" Lin Bufan slapped his thigh. "Of course I'll apply to Kyoto Art College! The cafeteria aunt's hands don't shake, the air conditioner in the dormitory can be turned on at will, the library has electricity 24 hours a day, and most importantly - the snack street behind our school is the best cold noodles!"

Peng Peng, chewing on a watermelon, interrupted, "Although the conditions you mentioned are indeed very tempting, I definitely won't go."

Lin Bufan turned to look at Sister Zifeng: "Why? Sister Zifeng, don't you like our school?"

Sister Zifeng quickly shook her head: "No, Brother Bufan, I really like Kyoto Academy of Art, but..."

Peng Peng took over the conversation, "It's just that Mr. Huang teaches at the Kyoto Film Academy! If my sister gets in, she can ask Mr. Huang for help if she needs anything. How convenient!"

Lin Bufan was unhappy when he heard this, and patted his chest and said, "Isn't it just taking care of Sister Zifeng? I can do it at Kyoto Art College!"

Teacher He quickly tried to smooth things over: "Afan, it's not that you can't take care of him, it's mainly because you've already graduated, and Teacher Huang happens to be teaching at the school, so it's more convenient for him to take care of him!"

"What's the inconvenience?" Lin Bufan waved his hand and said domineeringly: "Let me tell you this, in our school, except for our principal, Old Kangtou, everyone who sees me has to call me Brother Lin, right?

Although I'm not in school right now, my legend is everywhere in the school. As long as I say the word, even if Sister Zifeng walks around the school in a domineering manner, the school will have to make a special way for her! "

Regarding Lin Bufan's arrogant remarks, others just thought that he was joking, but Yang Mi seemed to be thinking about it, and the scene when the crew went to Kyoto Art College to shoot the scene emerged in her mind.

At the time, the crew was arguing with the school administration over venue usage. The school administration was adamant, insisting on following the rules and regulations. With both sides at a stalemate, Lin Bufan simply made a phone call, and within ten minutes, the school administration not only approved all the crew's requests but also offered to provide further conveniences. Yang Mi immediately realized that Lin Bufan's influence at Kyoto Art College was truly extraordinary.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe him, Lin Bufan felt that it was time to show off his muscles and at the same time promote the Kyoto Academy of Arts, which would make the school's years of cultivation worthwhile!

Lin Bufan immediately called Lao Kangtou, but the phone rang for a long time but no one answered. Lin Bufan scratched his head awkwardly: "Maybe Lao Kangtou is in a meeting..."

Peng Peng was quite perceptive and quickly gave Lin Bufan an excuse: "Yes, yes, the principal must be busy!"

Immediately afterwards, Lin Bufan called Wang Ma again.

This time the call went through quickly, but Wang's mother, who had just dealt with a student fight, spoke with obvious impatience: "What's the matter? Didn't I tell you? Don't call me if there's nothing wrong. If there's something wrong, send me a green bubble. I'll see and deal with it immediately!"

Lin Bufan didn't care about the impatience in Wang Ma's tone. It was just like that under normal circumstances. But when it came to the green bubble, Lin Bufan was a little confused: "Wang Ma, aren't you using an old phone? Where did the green bubble come from?"

"Yeah, so there's nothing we can do!"

Lin Bufan: ...

"Can you be serious? I have something important to do!" Lin Bufan rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. Why isn't any of them serious?

Wang Ma said "Pah" over the phone: "Serious? Is there anyone in this world less serious than you? Serious business? If you have any serious business, tell me and let me see it!"

Everyone in the pavilion was so exhausted from trying to contain their laughter that their faces turned red. Teacher He quickly covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking. Sister Zifeng stared at Lin Bufan's phone with wide eyes, curious.

Lin Bufan cleared his throat and said seriously, "I found a good candidate and would like the admissions office to recruit him."

"What?! Special recruitment?!" Wang Ma's voice suddenly rose an octave. "Do you think you're the principal? You can recruit anyone you want?"

Lin Bufan was silent for a few seconds, then said helplessly, "Auntie Wang, I'm recording a program. You should pay attention to your image. You're bringing shame to our Kyoto Art Academy. No wonder our school is getting worse year by year. It's because there are so many people like you who don't pay attention to their image and who bring bad reputations to the school."

Wang Ma: "..."

There was an instant silence on the other end of the line.

Then, everyone heard a series of "ping-pong" sounds, as if someone had knocked something over in a panic, and then Wang Ma seemed to be shouting loudly from a distance from the phone:

"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Huang, why are you touching my phone so casually?"

"Hey?! Mr. Huang, why are you running?"

"Holy crap! Did you do something bad with my phone?"

Then, there was another burst of hurried footsteps - it felt like they were chasing...

After a while, the other end of the phone finally calmed down, and Wang Ma's voice became extremely serious and mellow. Just listening to this voice, people feel that the person on the other end is trustworthy!

"Student Lin, I'm sorry. The person who answered the phone just now was Mr. Huang from the Kyoto Film Academy next door. This person is too low-class. How could he answer someone else's phone so casually?

By the way, he didn't say anything to discredit our school, did he?

Hearing Wang Ma's remarks that called a horse a zebra, the corners of everyone's mouth twitched. She is indeed an artist, is it so abstract?

Among them, Teacher Huang seemed to fit the bill perfectly: Kyoto Film Academy, Professor Huang, it all matched!

Before everyone could finish their stunned silence, Wang Ma spoke again to pull everyone back to their senses: "By the way, Mr. Lin, do you have something to talk to me about?"

In response to Wang Ma's knowing question, Lin Bufan could only patiently play along. He had no choice but to do it for the sake of the school. "Wang Ma, I'm wondering if our school can recruit a student with great potential?"

"Ahem!" Wang Ma coughed deliberately from the other end of the line. "Student Lin, please be mindful of your address. As a professor at Kyoto Art College, I hope students will address me formally. You can call me Professor Wang, or Teacher Wang, instead of something as inappropriate as Wang Ma."

Lin Bufan rolled his eyes, but still cooperated and changed his words: "Okay, Professor Wang, I want to ask if our school can recruit a particularly outstanding student?"

"Mr. Lin, the school has strict regulations and procedures regarding special admissions," Wang Ma replied in her incredibly serious and official voice. "First, we need to examine whether the student's academic performance meets the requirements. Secondly, we need to see if their professional abilities are outstanding. Finally, it requires a collective discussion between the admissions office and the school. This isn't something that can be decided by a single person, nor can it be arranged with just a phone call."

Lin Bufan forced himself to suppress the corners of his mouth that were twitching crazily, and tried again, "But Professor Wang, this student is really outstanding."

"Student Lin!" Wang Ma interrupted sternly, "Excellence isn't just talk. We need to see specific transcripts and award certificates, and arrange for an interview with a professional teacher. If you truly want this student's best interests at heart, you should have her follow the formal application process, not resort to these unorthodox methods."

Okay, I have a meeting here. If you don’t have anything else, I’ll hang up first! ” After Wang Ma finished speaking, she didn’t even give Lin Bufan a chance to speak and hung up the phone directly!

Lin Bufan stood there awkwardly, his face etched with embarrassment as the busy tone echoed from the other end of the line. The pavilion erupted in deafening laughter. Teacher He slapped her thigh, Yang Mi clutched her stomach, and Peng Peng rolled dramatically to the ground. Even the usually shy Zifeng covered her mouth with her hands, her shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Woof woof woof!" Sang Biao's angry roar suddenly exploded. He pulled out his phone in frustration and typed: [What are you laughing at! Are you going to let me train the dog properly? If you laugh again, I'll let Little H bite you!]

Teacher He quickly wiped away the tears of laughter and waved his hands repeatedly: "Sorry, sorry, Brother Biao, please continue. We won't laugh anymore." Then he turned around and winked at everyone: "Everyone, be quiet. Otherwise, whoever disturbs Brother Biao will be responsible for cleaning up the mess of Xiao H and the others from now on!"

Teacher Huang checked the time, stood up, and said, "Alright, alright, everyone go back to your rooms and rest for a while. We still have to go to the pond to catch fish for food in the afternoon."

Upon hearing this, everyone got up and went back to their rooms. Lin Bufan had just laid down for a while when there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Lin Bufan asked lazily.

The soft voice of Zifeng's sister came from outside the door: "Brother Bufan, it's me."

Lin Bufan leaped out of bed and quickly ran to open the door. He saw Zifeng's sister standing at the door, holding a notebook, her face flushed. "Brother Bufan, can I ask you a few questions? They're about the college entrance exam."

"Of course!" Lin Bufan enthusiastically invited Zifeng into the house: "Come, come, sit here."

Sister Zifeng sat obediently on the bed and opened her notebook: "I want to ask about the exam content of the Performance Department of Kyoto Art College..."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was not so scorching. Teacher Huang was left to guard the house and prepare dinner, while the rest of the people took their tools to the fish pond outside the village.

Standing by the pond, Lin Bufan scanned the surface and surrounding traces. The mud at the edge of the pond was noticeably fresher than the surrounding soil, as if it had been recently dug. Within the two or three mu pond, not a single aquatic plant could be seen. The shoreline, devoid of even the usual reeds, was bare.

Lin Bufan squatted down, gently stroked the water surface with his fingers, felt the water temperature, and measured the water depth with the net bag in his hand - he found that the water depth at the edge of the fish pond was only about 20 centimeters, and the bottom was extremely hard, without the silt layer that a natural pond should have.

"This fish pond..." Lin Bufan's mouth curled up slightly, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing.

"Come on, everyone, put on your waterproof pants!" Teacher He had already put on his waterproof pants neatly and stood in the fish pond, calling out to everyone: "Hurry down and catch some fish. We'll have a snack for everyone tonight!"

Lin Bufan swung the fishing net and suddenly grinned: "Teacher He, simply catching fish is so boring, why don't we have a competition?"

"Competition?" Peng Peng immediately rushed to Lin Bufan's side, his eyes shining. "Master, how do we compete?"

"Nowadays, we should pay attention to the harmonious coexistence of humans and animals—" Lin Bufan pointed at the Paw Patrol led by Sang Biao next to him and said, "Today, we will form a team of humans and dogs! There are five of us, as well as Sang Biao and Xiao H's family of six and seven dogs. Since we are young, two pots and pans can be counted as one, so we can form five teams! Then we will have a competition. The team that catches the least fish will be responsible for washing dishes tonight!"