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

Upon hearing this, Lin Bufan immediately clapped his hands and laughed, "What a coincidence! Manager Yang Tao, I'm just like you. I also place great importance on feelings and fate! Think about it, there are thousands of hotels in Kyoto, and I, Lin Bufan, wouldn't stay anywhere else, but I chose yours. Isn't this fate arranged by heaven, a sure thing?"

After a pause, Lin Bufan's eyes became particularly "sincere" and he continued, "As for the feeling... To be honest, I had a special feeling when I first saw you!" Seeing Yang Tao's eyes change slightly, as if she was about to speak, Lin Bufan immediately rushed to add in a serious tone, "Of course, don't get me wrong! My feeling is very simple, very pure! It's definitely not because you are beautiful - although you are indeed stunningly beautiful, stunningly beautiful, and you are a beauty that can make the moon hide in shame, the fish sink to the bottom of the water, and the geese fall to the ground... but that's not the point!"

Lin Bufan tried hard to make his expression appear extremely upright: "That's just a kind of... um... resonance from the depths of the soul! A spiritual connection that goes beyond superficial attraction, a higher level! Do you understand? It's that kind of... ah, a beautiful feeling that can only be understood but not described!"

Yang Tao was left in a state of confusion by Lin Bufan's exaggerated and eager explanations. Seeing him trying so hard to appear innocent but only making things more obvious, she couldn't help but chuckle softly and shook her head, "Mr. Lin, you really know how to talk."

"My biggest shortcoming is that I'm too honest!" Lin Bufan slapped his thigh and moved closer to Yang Tao. "So, Manager Yang, look, we've got this destiny, and we're connected. Shouldn't we follow fate and have a deeper conversation? Like... have dinner together or something? I know a really good restaurant with an elegant environment and first-rate food..."

"Mr. Lin," Yang Tao interrupted with a smile, her tone gentle but with unquestionable firmness: "Thank you for your kindness. However, I am still working hours, and I have already made an appointment with friends tonight. I am afraid that I will disappoint you."

As she spoke, Yang Tao picked up the sorted documents and nodded politely to Lin Bufan: "If there is nothing else, I'll excuse myself. I wish you a pleasant stay." After that, she turned around and left with an elegant step, leaving behind an imaginative back.

Lin Bufan looked at the direction where Yang Tao left, smacked his lips regretfully, picked up his bag of barbecue that was no longer hot, and staggered towards the elevator.

"Alas, a bad start... It seems that handsomeness and good fortune alone aren't enough..." He muttered as he pressed the elevator button, "I need to be more strategic... I'll have to take a different route next time... It seems I've also made use of my mother-in-law killer nature..."

The elevator door slowly opened, and Lin Bufan walked in. Facing the mirror-like wall, he adjusted his colorful hair and instantly regained his confidence. "But don't worry, there's still a long way to go! If I, Lin Bufan, like... uh... my destined person, there's no reason I can't get him."

The elevator went up, carrying this "destined person" who was full of confidence and would never give up easily, as well as the 66 skewers of barbecue with the aroma of cumin, and disappeared at the end of the hotel corridor.

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The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains. Lin Bufan woke up early, a rare occurrence. Facing the mirror, he meticulously styled his now somewhat limp, colorful afro. He sprayed it with hairspray and styled it, quickly making every strand stand out again, restoring its original boldness.

After packing up, Lin Bufan strolled to the hospital. In the ward, Chen Nanxing looked much better than yesterday. Although still thin, his eyes had a sparkle. He was leaning against the bedside, sipping water.

"Hey, you're recovering well!" Lin Bufan came over with a grin and pulled out another lollipop from his pocket like magic, this time it was orange flavored: "Here, today's Nine Revolutions Resurrection Candy, orange flavored, replenishes vitamin C and enhances immunity!"

Chen Nanxing took the lollipop and couldn't help but smile: "Master Doctor Lin, your special medicine... is quite rich in variety."

"Of course! Even when treating an illness, you should be in a good mood!" Lin Bufan pulled up a chair and sat down. "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"

Chen Nanxing felt it carefully and shook her head: "Much better, really. I seem to have a little more strength in my body." She paused and looked at Lin Bufan, her eyes filled with gratitude and disbelief: "Although... although it still feels magical, like a dream."

"What are you dreaming about? I'm a real miracle doctor!" Lin Bufan raised his chin proudly, then moved closer, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of mysterious excitement: "Hey, let me tell you something. Today I'm going to do something really amazing, really awesome, and really meaningful! Do you want to go and see it with me?"

Chen Nanxing's eyes lit up for a moment, but then dimmed again. She looked at the IV on the back of her hand and said with a wry smile, "Me? How can I go in this condition? The doctor won't agree."

"Hey! With a miracle doctor like me here, what are you afraid of?" Lin Bufan patted his chest and said, "If I say you can go, then you can go! As for the doctor... let's not tell him! As for how to get there... I'll get you a wheelchair and push you there! It's guaranteed to be safe!"

As they were talking, Chen Nanxing's parents came in carrying breakfast. Seeing Lin Bufan, they greeted him politely, but when they heard Lin Bufan say that he was taking his daughter out, their expressions suddenly changed.

"No, no!" Mother Chen objected immediately, her voice trembling with anxiety: "How can Nanxing go out in her current state? What if she gets blown by the wind? What if she gets tired? This is no joke!"

"Uncle and aunt, don't worry." Lin Bufan rarely put away his playful smile and said seriously, "I know Nanxing's condition better than anyone else. Her treatment can't just rely on lying down. She also needs proper movement and relaxation, which is good for recovery. I will accompany her the whole time and will absolutely guarantee her safety. Besides, the place we are going to is not far away and the environment is good. Just think of it as a breath of fresh air."

Father Chen frowned, obviously still worried: "Xiao Lin, it's not that we don't trust you, it's just that Nanxing's illness..."

"Dad, Mom," Chen Nanxing suddenly spoke, her voice soft but firm, "I want to go." She looked at her parents, her eyes filled with pleading and anticipation for the unknown. "I feel much better today. It's been quite boring staying in the room all the time. Lin...Lin Bufan is here, and I trust him. I'll just be out for a while and be back soon, okay?"

Chen Nanxing's parents looked at the long-lost light in their daughter's eyes, then looked at Lin Bufan with a determined look on his face, and finally nodded hesitantly, repeatedly urging her to be careful and come back early.

Lin Bufan rented a wheelchair from downstairs, put a cushion on it, carefully carried Chen Nanxing to sit on the wheelchair, and covered her with a thin blanket.

"Let's go! I'll take you to see the world!" Lin Bufan pushed the wheelchair and walked out of the hospital in high spirits.

He didn't call a taxi, but just pushed Chen Nanxing through the streets of Kyoto. The morning air was fresh, the sun was warm but not scorching. Chen Nanxing squinted his eyes slightly, feeling the long-lost outdoor air, and his mood couldn't help but become lighter.

About half an hour later, the two arrived at the gate of a school that looked quite artistic - Kyoto College of Art.

The gates of Kyoto University of Arts were festooned with lights and colorful banners. A banner reading "Celebrating the XXth Anniversary of Kyoto University of Arts" hung from a giant inflatable arch. Flower baskets were placed on either side, creating a festive atmosphere. Students, neatly dressed in school uniforms or performance costumes, entered the gates in groups of three or five, beaming with excitement. Students in ceremonial attire greeted the guests at the gate, creating a lively and orderly atmosphere.

Lin Bufan pushed Chen Nanxing's wheelchair and stopped under a big tree not far from the school gate, but did not move forward.

Chen Nanxing looked at the bustling scene before him, then turned to look at Lin Bufan, who had stopped walking, and asked in confusion, "We're here, why aren't you going in?"

Hearing this, Lin Bufan scoffed and tossed his striking, multicolored hair. A look of pride and arrogance, "You don't understand," was written all over his face. "Go in? Just walk in like this, so ordinary and without any prestige? Sister, you're too naive! What is your identity, Brother Lin? I'm today's important guest, coming back to bring honor to my family, ahem, a distinguished alumnus giving back to my alma mater! Just walking in like this would be so cheap and embarrassing!"

Chen Nanxing was amused by Lin Bufan's appearance, and his frail face brightened up a bit. "Then... Dr. Lin, a Lin University alumnus, how do you want to get in? Do you want to be carried in a sedan chair?"

"Eight people carrying a sedan chair? That's too vulgar!" Lin Bufan curled his lips, then took out his phone mysteriously: "Look, brother, let me show you what the card face is!"

Lin Bufan swiped his fingers across the screen a few times, found the number of "Lao Kangtou" and dialed it.

The phone rang several times before it was picked up. Principal Kang's voice, full of energy but a little impatient, came from the other end: "Hello? Who is it? I'm busy here!"

Lin Bufan immediately held the phone away from his ear, then leaned in and said, "Old Kangtou! It's me! Your dear, outstanding, one-in-a-million favorite student—Lin Bufan!"

There was silence on the other end of the line for two seconds, and then Principal Kang's annoyed roar came: "With that hoarse voice of yours, I could recognize you even if you burned it to ash! Do you even need to introduce yourself? If you have anything to say, just say it! I'm busy here and don't have time for your nonsense!"

Hearing this, Lin Bufan said in a tone of deep sorrow, "Old Kangtou! This is exactly what you're doing wrong! Think about it, what day is today? Huh? On such an important day, you actually asked me what's going on?"

"Nonsense! Of course we accept donations... Oh, that's not right!" As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Principal Kang immediately realized that he had let something slip and quickly coughed twice to try to cover it up: "Ahem... I mean, the school anniversary! A grand school anniversary!"

Lin Bufan didn't dwell on Principal Kang's slip of the tongue: "Knowing that today is the day to collect donations, why didn't you rush out to lead the team to welcome us? Also, didn't I tell you before? There should be at least a 500-meter red carpet, how come I didn't see it? There were also reporters, female classmates presenting flowers, and students lining up on both sides to greet us, how come I didn't see any of this?

If you are so insincere, how can I, an outstanding alumnus and philanthropist, get in? How can I even be in the mood to donate?"

"You little bastard!" Principal Kang's voice rose eight octaves in anger. "A 500-meter red carpet? Do you think this is the Oscars? We're lucky we can lay out 10 meters in front of the podium for you! Come if you want! I'm busy!"

"Oh my, Old Kang, your attitude is really problematic!" Lin Bufan said as he pushed Chen Nanxing's wheelchair to the side of the school gate, avoiding the growing crowd. "Is this how you should treat a financial sponsor...ah, alas, an outstanding alumnus who cares about his alma mater and generously donates? Believe it or not, I will turn around immediately and donate this money to the Beijing Film Academy next door? Their principal called me yesterday and said that with just a nod, the red carpet will be rolled out from their school gate three miles away!"

"You dare!" Principal Kang roared. Even through the phone, one could imagine his glaring expression. "If you dare to donate the money to Beijing Film Academy, I... I will burn the video of you dancing in the principal's office onto a CD and give it to all the teachers and students in the school as a gift every holiday!"

"Hey! Old Kangtou, you're quite ruthless!" Lin Bufan said, but his smile grew even more smug. "Alright, alright, alright, I'm scared of you. The red carpet can be shortened, but the welcoming ceremony can't be skipped! Hurry up, bring Aunt Wang and the school leadership team to the school gate to greet you. Remember to be enthusiastic and fully demonstrate the school's eagerness and joy for the return of its wandering students!"

"Welcome you..." Someone seemed to be urging Principal Kang to hurry him along. He suppressed his anger and growled, "...wait at the usual place at the school gate! I'll have Professor Wang pick you up! At most, the Student Union President will be added! Don't push your luck!"

After saying that, without waiting for Lin Bufan to reply, Principal Kang hung up the phone.

Lin Bufan listened to the busy tone on his phone, shrugged, and said to the stunned Chen Nanxing, "See? This is the deep love our alma mater has for its students. It's always so subtle and reserved."

Chen Nanxing couldn't help but burst out laughing, a blush spreading across his pale face. "Great Doctor Lin, you and the principal have a really good relationship."

"Of course!" Lin Bufan pushed the wheelchair and walked around to a relatively quiet spot under the shade of a tree next to the school gate. "Old Kangtou is tough on the outside but soft on the inside. When we meet later, he will definitely be happier than anyone else."

A few minutes later, Professor Wang was seen running out of the school gate in a hurry while adjusting his new suit, which he had obviously just put on. Behind him was a female student with a nervous look on her face and holding flowers.

Professor Wang looked around and saw Lin Bufan's iconic colorful hair. His eyes immediately lit up and he trotted over: "Oh my little ancestor! You're finally here! Old Kang was almost dying of anxiety, but he couldn't bring himself to call you... Who is this?" Only then did he notice Chen Nanxing in the wheelchair and was stunned for a moment.

"My friend, Chen Nanxing, brought her here to experience the passionate and artistic atmosphere of our alma mater," Lin Bufan introduced, then winked at Professor Wang. "How was it, Aunt Wang? Are you touched that she came all the way out to greet me?"

Professor Wang glared at Lin Bufan unhappily, but still cooperated by making a "please" gesture: "I'm touched! I'm so touched I'm almost crying! Let's go, Lin University alumni. There's not 500 meters of red carpet, but there's still 10 meters of sincerity. It's right in front, reserved just for you!"

The female student also hurried forward and shyly handed a bouquet of flowers to Lin Bufan: "Lin, Lin, welcome back to your alma mater!"