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

Soon, the anniversary ceremony officially began. A series of procedures proceeded step by step, with speeches from leaders, speeches from alumni representatives, and speeches from students... The scene was grand but a little dull.

Finally, the host said in an enthusiastic voice, "Now, please welcome our outstanding alumnus, Chairman of Xiaofan Entertainment, Chairman of Xiaoheizi Biotechnology, and Chairman of Xiaobaizi Technology—Mr. Lin Bufan, to the stage to deliver a speech! Everyone, welcome!"

There was a fairly warm applause from the audience, and many students stretched their necks curiously, wanting to see what this legendary "weird" senior looked like.

Amidst the fairly enthusiastic applause, Lin Bufan stood up and first carefully helped Chen Nanxing adjust the position of the wheelchair so that she could see the podium more clearly. Then he took out a black baseball cap that looked fairly decent from somewhere and put it firmly on his colorful afro, trying his best to tuck in all the flamboyant hair.

Walking up to the podium, Lin Bufan first bowed deeply to the audience, his movements standard and even a bit solemn. After standing up, he adjusted the microphone and spoke with a rare calm and sincere voice:

"Dear leaders, President Kang, Professor Wang, Professor Li, faculty, alumni, and my dear fellow students, good morning."

"I feel extremely honored to be here and speak as an alumni representative, but I'm also incredibly... nervous, fearing I might be setting a bad example!"

As Lin Bufan spoke, he took out a thick stack of printed paper from his pocket, which looked to have more than ten pages. The edges of the paper were slightly curled from being rubbed. He held it with both hands with great difficulty, and even deliberately showed the results of his labor in all directions to the audience.

"To prepare for today's speech and live up to the expectations of my alma mater, I've been working tirelessly these past few days, forgetting to eat or sleep! I've researched information, read through literature, carefully considered every word, and revised it over and over again... I've written the draft over a dozen times! All so that I can present to you a speech that is profound, heartwarming, and full of attitude!"

In the audience, Principal Kang, sitting in the center of the front row, began to twitch uncontrollably at the corners of his eyes and mouth, the lid of his teacup rattling softly. A tsunami erupted in his mind: "Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!!! What the hell is that little bastard holding?! I only gave him one piece! An A4 sheet! I spent half the night scratching out that thing, word by word! Mine! That's my blood, sweat, and sleepless nights! Where's that stack of scripts he has?! Where did he even get that from?! What a shameless little bastard!!!"

Just when Principal Kang was so angry that he was about to have a heart attack and was about to rush onto the stage to grab the stack of "evidence", Lin Bufan suddenly slammed the thick stack of "speech manuscripts" heavily on the podium, making a crisp "pop" sound, which scared the audience and Principal Kang who was roaring in his heart.

Then, Lin Bufan took a deep breath and scanned the audience. His gaze became particularly serious, sweeping over the school leaders sitting solemnly in the front row, their faces filled with anticipation, the alumni in the middle area who were all successful and had different expressions, and finally, settling on the young students sitting in the back row, basking in the sun.

Lin Bufan pushed the thick stack of "speech manuscripts" in front of him to the side, and the papers scattered in a corner of the podium.

He supported himself on the stage with both hands, leaned forward slightly, and moved closer to the microphone. His voice was filled with an unprecedented, almost reckless sincerity:

"Dear teachers and classmates... To be honest, I prepared for a long time before going on stage." Lin Bufan pointed to the pile of papers that had been pushed aside and said self-deprecatingly, "I wanted to show you my best side, my most decent side, the side that best suits the status of an outstanding alumnus. I wanted to show you my best side, my most decent side, the side that best suits my status as an outstanding alumnus, completely and beautifully. I even memorized a lot of words that sounded particularly impressive and cultured.

But just now, I was standing here, looking at the audience, especially you—” Lin Bufan pointed at the younger students in the sunlight: “Seeing your eyes… well… as clear as crystal, full of infinite possibilities for the future…”

Lin Bufan shook his head, a smile of apology and relief appearing on his face. "I suddenly feel that reciting these pre-prepared, high-sounding things is too boring! It's too insincere! It's so unfair to your sincerity!"

There was a slight commotion in the audience, and the students were whispering to each other curiously. Principal Kang in the front row had begun to look from red to blue, and his fingers were tightly gripping the armrest. He had a bad feeling.

"So!" Lin Bufan suddenly raised his voice, as if he had made up his mind. He took off the black baseball cap that barely suppressed his colorful hair and threw it aside. The arrogant and dazzling colorful afro instantly saw the light of day again, shining brightly in the sun, causing the audience to burst into suppressed exclamations and low laughter.

"I've decided!" Lin Bufan shook his hair, his smile becoming lively and infectious: "No script! Let's improvise something real today! Speak the truth!"

The audience erupted in good-natured laughter and even more enthusiastic applause. The students thought the senior was incredibly entertaining, while the leaders had varying expressions, some shaking their heads helplessly, others bursting into laughter. Principal Kang clutched his chest, feeling his blood pressure rise. He could only take deep breaths and tell himself, "Calm down, calm down. The donations haven't arrived yet..."

Lin Bufan waited until the laughter died down and continued, "I know that when everyone comes to attend the school anniversary and listens to the leaders' speeches and alumni's speeches, what they are probably looking forward to most is - when will it end?" There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

"So, in order to prevent everyone from feeling so bored, and also to give back to my dear juniors, I decided - let's do something exciting!"

Lin Bufan took out his phone, operated it a few times skillfully, and then showed the screen to the audience: "Everyone, now, immediately, right now! Open Douyin, search for the most handsome guy in the world, and look for the dazzling V logo, that's me without a doubt!

In the comments section of my latest updates, we'll send out a round of super-large red envelopes every five minutes! Yes, you heard that right, every five minutes! As for the amounts... I can't say I'll make you rich overnight, but if you're lucky, you can easily grab a few thousand or even tens of thousands of dollars in pocket money!

"Wow!!!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience erupted in excitement! The students, oblivious to the situation, chattered excitedly, their fingers darting on their phones, fearing they might be slow to react. The originally subdued atmosphere in the venue was instantly ignited, becoming incredibly heated.

Professor Wang's face changed suddenly. He suddenly leaned over from the back row and whispered in Principal Kang's ear, his voice distorted with anxiety: "Old Kang! Old Kang! The red envelope that little bastard gave out...could it be...could it be that he is going to deduct it from the donation to the school?! That's all the money we promised to use to build the Extraordinary Building!"

When Principal Kang heard this, his face turned green. He suddenly turned his head and glared at Lin Bufan on the stage. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and his fists were clenched so hard that they made a clattering sound. In his heart, he had already hung Lin Bufan up and whipped him a hundred times!

Lin Bufan on the stage seemed to sense something. He suddenly glanced in Principal Kang's direction, smiled a reassuring smile, and added into the microphone, "Oh, by the way, the money in the red envelopes is all sponsored by me, Lin Bufan! It has nothing to do with the donation to my alma mater! It's purely because I saw how adorable the younger students were and couldn't help but give them some candy! Feel free to grab them!"

Principal Kang and Professor Wang breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and slumped back in their chairs, feeling like they had just finished a roller coaster ride.

"Okay, enough small talk, here are the first wave of red envelopes... three, two, one! Start grabbing them!" Lin Bufan pointed his finger.

The audience instantly erupted in exclamations and cheers! "I got 58!" "Wow! I got 8888!" "Damn! You were too slow! It's only 1.68!"...

Taking advantage of the heated atmosphere, Lin Bufan began his "impromptu" speech.

"Young students! Are the red envelopes nice?"

"Delicious!" The audience exclaimed in unison, and the atmosphere was lively.

"That's right! What does this mean? It means that if you follow your brother Lin, you'll have something to eat! Speaking of this, I have to talk about the past..."

Lin Bufan cleared his throat and put on a nostalgic expression: "Back then, when I was still studying in our school, I was a big shot! A student's duty is to study! Speaking of this, I have every right to speak! My grades in professional courses back then were so outstanding! Final exams? It's a piece of cake, I could get full marks with my eyes closed! Professors rushed to make me a class representative. Why? Because I could not only understand things myself, but also explain them to the whole class! Even Li Ma's most difficult class, 'Art Theory and Criticism', has a record-breaking failure rate every year, right, Li Ma?"

Lin Bufan suddenly called out a name, his gaze fixed squarely on Professor Li, who was trying to minimize his presence in the first row. Professor Li flinched at Lin Bufan's call, his gold-rimmed glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose. With the entire audience focused on him, he could only awkwardly push his glasses up and mumble a vague "hmm," his face turning pale.

Lin Bufan got the response and became even more excited: "For that course, I highlighted the key points for everyone at the end of the semester, and I accurately predicted the questions 95% of the time! After the exam, our class average score was a full 20 points higher than the second-place major! Li Ma was so excited that she almost called the teaching and research department, insisting that I was the miracle of her teaching career!

Of course, just studying isn't enough; you need to improve your overall skills, too! In the arts and sports, I've led our school to numerous successes! In the college football league, I played as a striker and scored ten goals! Basketball, of course, is even better. In the city's university games, I averaged 80 points per game! Table tennis? Hey, I'm not exaggerating. My physical education coach begged me to change my major...

Let me put it this way, I've won almost every award of any significance, both inside and outside of school! University Art Exhibition, National College Singer Competition, International University Film Festival Best Short Film Award... I won't list all of these awards one by one, you can check out our school's Wall of Honor for yourself."

There were laughter and exclamations from the audience, who were obviously shocked by this series of "achievements".

However, in the first row, Principal Kang was so angry he practically crushed the armrest. He jerked his head sideways and uttered, so loud only the person next to him could hear, "Bullshit! All bullshit! This little bastard barely passed Art Theory and Criticism with a score of 61! Professor Li saw that his other subjects were so awful, and fearing his employability would be dragged down, he shoved him right up there! And you mean he accurately predicted the questions? He actually predicted the opposite. He missed every question he was supposed to be asked. The students knew he couldn't handle the questions, so they focused on the other questions, and that's why he scored so high!"

Professor Wang, who was standing by, tried to suppress his laughter. He quickly patted Principal Kang on the back to calm him down, and whispered, "Oh my good old Kang, calm down, calm down! Why are you arguing with this little bastard? Don't you know what kind of person he is? Let him brag, let him brag! After all, the donation is real, two hundred million! For the sake of the money, just bear with it, just bear with it!"

Professor Li also came over and whispered with a bitter face, "That's right, President, the overall situation is more important! He's bragging to no end, but... but those students in the audience love to listen! Look how lively the atmosphere is! Besides, he has a bad temper. If he quits donating, who will we go to?"

Principal Kang's chest heaved violently. He glared fiercely at Lin Bufan, who was spitting profusely on the stage. Finally, he slumped back into his chair as if all his strength had been drained out, muttering through gritted teeth, "Two hundred million...two hundred million...I'll bear it!"

Lin Bufan on the stage was completely oblivious to the turbulent undercurrents below, or perhaps simply unconcerned. With a wave of his hand, he delivered his final closing remarks, his voice carried throughout the venue through the microphone, carrying a certain air of authority:

"Fellow students! What I just said wasn't to show off! I wanted to tell you—look, I, your Brother Lin, graduated from our Kyoto Art College! I was able to achieve this insignificant little achievement today, and everyone here has the potential to do the same, and even do better than me!

So, don't be afraid to dream too big, don't be afraid to set your goals too high! Just follow my example... Of course, learn from my fighting spirit, my innovative thinking, and my deep love for my alma mater! As for my unique good looks and personal charm, just do what you can; I won't force you!

There were bursts of laughter and warm applause from the audience.

After Lin Bufan's laughter subsided for a moment, his expression became more serious. He continued, "Let's not waste any time on empty talk. I, Lin Bufan, have always been serious about supporting the development of my alma mater! I've already had preliminary discussions with Principal Kang about donating 200 million yuan to build a new teaching and experimental building - the Bufan Building!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience erupted in exclamations and even more enthusiastic applause! Two hundred million! This is undoubtedly one of the largest single donations in the history of the school anniversary!

"But!" Lin Bufan changed the subject and glanced at the student area in the back row: "Buildings are the hardware, the skeleton! Talent is the true soul and future of our art school!

Therefore, I have decided to donate 50 million yuan annually to the university in my personal name to establish the Extraordinary Innovative Talent Scholarship! This scholarship will be used specifically to reward students who have outstanding performance and creative ideas in their professional studies, artistic creation, technological innovation, or entrepreneurial practice! We will not consider whether your grades are straight A's, but rather whether your ideas are unique and have the potential to be groundbreaking! In short, if you dare to think, dare to act, and believe you have what it takes, then apply! I guarantee that the selection process will be absolutely open, fair, and impartial, and I will personally participate in the final judging!

"Wow!!!"

This news excited the students even more than the 200 million yuan donation! It directly affected their vital interests and career opportunities! Furthermore, the selection criteria sounded so eclectic, so encouraging of innovation and breakthroughs! The audience erupted in excitement, the applause and cheers nearly blowing the roof off.

Many students blushed with excitement, clapped their hands vigorously, and their eyes were filled with excitement and longing.

"Okay, here are the last red envelopes, a super big one! Get ready... three, two, one!" Lin Bufan tapped the phone screen heavily with his finger.

The audience erupted in cheers and screams like a tsunami, nearly blowing the ceiling off the auditorium. The students, blushing with excitement as the astonishing amount of money popped up on their phone screens, hugged and jumped for joy, the atmosphere reaching an unprecedented climax.

"My dear fellow students, future artists, superstars, and billionaires! Remember my words today, and remember how you feel right now—the future is yours, so go for it, and fly with confidence! Kyoto Academy of Arts will always be your strongest backing! Of course, your Brother Lin will be there too!" Lin Bufan opened his arms, his smile dazzling: "Happy anniversary! See you next time!"

Amidst thunderous, long-lasting applause and cheers, Lin Bufan waved his hand gracefully and walked down the podium with his head held high. His colorful hair seemed to have a halo under the lights, and every step he took was full of vigor and vitality.