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

Hu Yifei's roar successfully interrupted Lin Bufan and Qin Yumo's "idol drama scene". Lin Bufan had no choice but to greet everyone to leave: "Go, go, the car is waiting outside! Ladies and gentlemen, please move!"

The group boarded the minibus in a noisy atmosphere. The entire journey was a constant state of restlessness. Zeng Xiaoxian, with a sly imitation of Lin Bufan and Qin Yumo's earlier exchange, drew laughter from everyone. Lü Ziqiao kept scrolling through his phone, muttering, "Girls of Kyoto, I, Lü Xiaobu, am here!" Chen Meijia and Tang Youyou excitedly discussed the fun and delicious food in Kyoto. Guan Gu and Zhanbo studied the buildings outside the window. Zhang Wei, with a pained expression, calculated the cost of this self-funded trip. Wanyu watched the noise with a smile. And Hu Yifei, like a supervisor, constantly quelled any potential "disturbances" with her eyes.

Qin Yumo sat close to Lin Bufan. Although he was no longer affectionate, he kept his arm around his. Lin Bufan dealt with everyone's teasing while enjoying the long-lost bustle, with a smile on his face.

Arriving at the hotel, Lin Bufan had already arranged a sumptuous dinner. At the table, everyone was buzzing with activity, discussing various topics, including how to show off tomorrow, where to go next, and where to find street food.

However, Lin Bufan and Qin Yumo did not attend this grand dinner. After all, they had not seen each other for such a long time, so it was understandable that they were a little anxious!

After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest and recharge their energy for tomorrow's promotion.

The next morning, the group gathered in high spirits and took a minibus to Kyoto University of Art.

As soon as the minibus stopped in front of the Kyoto Art College, Lin Bufan was the first to jump out of the car. He put his hands on his hips and scanned the decorations at the school gate like a radar - a five or six meter long red carpet with two half-person-high flower baskets at the end. Next to it stood several student union officers holding flowers and with somewhat confused expressions.

"That's it?!" Lin Bufan's voice instantly rose an octave. He pointed at the shabby decorations and looked at Professor Wang with deep sorrow. "Auntie Wang! What's going on? Where's Old Kang? Even if he's too busy to come, the reception can't be this shabby, right? What? Just because the donations have arrived, I'm no longer your beloved Principal Lin? You can't just get rid of the donkey after it's done! This display isn't even as grand as the opening of the supermarket downstairs in our community! Who are you looking down on?!"

Faced with Lin Bufan's dissatisfaction, Wang Ma also looked aggrieved - God is his witness, having just received Lin Bufan's donation, he really wanted to make the scene grand and lively, otherwise, not to mention others, he himself would feel a little embarrassed.

but--

Li Chao, who arrived at the school a day early, took the responsibility and said he would be responsible for welcoming and setting up the crew. Wang Ma thought Lin Bufan had some ulterior motive and was worried for a long time. Who knew Li Chao would come up with such a trick?

By the way, those student union secretaries holding flowers and with confused faces were found by Wang Ma on short notice!

When Li Chao saw Professor Wang about to explain, his heart skipped a beat. Fearing he would be exposed in public, he quickly rushed forward, getting ahead of Professor Wang, with a smile on his face, and put his arm around Lin Bufan's shoulders: "Oh! Brother Lin! My President Lin! Look at you, why are you in such a hurry!"

As he spoke, he patted Lin Bufan's back vigorously, trying to ease the atmosphere: "This red carpet, it's a little short, but look at the colors, how bright! This flower basket, it's a little small, but look at the flowers, how fresh! What do you call it? This is called low-key luxury! Connotation! We are here to promote the movie, for cultural exchange, and to explore art! Making it like a rich man's wedding is so tacky! It doesn't fit the high-end style of our crew! Just like this, it's good, really good!"

Li Chao spoke with high-sounding words, but he had his own agenda. As the director of "Battle of the Forbidden City," he actually had no faith in the film. If he made too much of a splash at his alma mater, and it tanked both the box office and the public, it would be a disgrace! It would be better to keep a low profile now, lest he become a laughingstock later. Embarrassing his alma mater would be worse than killing himself!

Lin Bufan was interrupted by Li Chao's retort. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously and stared at him: "Brother Chao, why do your words sound so hollow to me? Could it be..."

"What are you talking about? I, Li Chao, have always been down-to-earth!" Li Chao interrupted quickly, fearing that Lin Bufan would delve into the matter further. He changed the subject and said, "Look at how enthusiastic the junior students are! Don't worry about these trivial matters! Come on, let's get everyone in to rest and get ready. The roadshow is the highlight!"

At this moment, the people from the Love Apartment behind him also got off the car chattering.

As soon as Hu Yifei got out of the car, she put her hands on her hips and examined the short red carpet and the sparse flower baskets. Her eyebrows raised, "Hey, Lin Bufan, is this what you call a super grand and magnificent display? The length of this red carpet... is it for me to practice standing long jump?"

Zeng Xiaoxian immediately responded in a frivolous manner, gesturing with his hands: "Oh Yifei, you don't understand this, right? This must be the condensed and quintessential welcome etiquette of the latest research of the Kyoto Academy of Arts! Although the red carpet is short, the affection is long~ Look at this length, it's just enough for my brother Xian to take the most handsome and unconcerned steps!" As he said that, he actually walked back and forth on the short red carpet, posing and flirting.

Lu Ziqiao straightened his collar and struck a pose that he thought was handsome, his eyes sparkling: "The length of the red carpet is not the key, the key is the people on the red carpet! Like me, Lu Xiaobu, even if I stand on a rag, I am still the most dazzling star! Hey, the school girl holding flowers over there is pretty..." His eyes were instantly attracted by the beautiful girls from the etiquette team not far away.

The others also expressed their opinions...

Lin Bufan, interrupted by these clowns and then being pushed and persuaded by Li Chao, saw Professor Wang's innocent expression, "I really don't blame you," and he probably guessed the reason. He glared at Li Chao, then finally waved his hand, "Alright, alright! You're so cruel! Brother Chao, I'll write this down in my little notebook! If you dare to mess with me again, I'll punish you."

The group walked along the pitifully short red carpet and headed straight for the auditorium. To Li Chao's surprise, despite the shabby red carpet, the path was filled with enthusiastic students, holding their phones, looking around excitedly, and shouting almost the same name:

"Senior Lin! Look here!"

"Senior Bufan! Can we take a photo together?"

"Senior Bufan, where's your colorful afro?"

"Senior! Thank you for the red envelope!"

……

Lin Bufan instantly switched to star mode, a bright smile plastered on his face. He waved to both sides, occasionally stopping to pose for selfies with the students, and even expertly executed various hand gestures, drawing waves of cheers and screams. In contrast, Hu Yifei, Zeng Xiaoxian, and other key creative staff members, while also receiving curious glances from students, were noticeably less enthusiastic, seemingly reduced to mere background supporting Lin Bufan.

Zeng Xiaoxian touched Hu Yifei's arm and whispered, "Hey, Yifei, I feel like we're the gifts he gave us when he bought a red envelope..."

Hu Yifei crossed her arms and snorted coldly, "Shut up! We'll see the real thing on stage later! Let these students see what a true acting talent is!"

Lu Ziqiao didn't care at all. He continued searching for pretty schoolmates in the crowd and flirting with them from time to time. Unfortunately, few people responded. Most girls' attention was focused on Lin Bufan.

Backstage at the auditorium, staff were conducting final equipment adjustments. The auditorium was completely packed; it was clear Li Chao hadn't pulled any more stunts!

The lights focused on the stage. After a brief opening statement, the large screen lit up, and Li Chao played several highlights from "The Final Battle of the Forbidden City." The film's dazzling special effects and intense fighting scenes drew gasps of surprise from the students in the audience.

After the clip ended, the host enthusiastically invited the main cast to the stage. Lin Bufan took the lead, followed by Li Chao, Hu Yifei, Zeng Xiaoxian, Lü Ziqiao, Chen Meijia, Tang Youyou, Guan Gu Shenqi, Lu Zhanbo, Lin Wanyu, Zhang Wei, and the others, who then took the stage and stood in a row.

"Good afternoon, students of Kyoto University of the Arts!" the host began by warming up the audience: "Let us once again give a warm round of applause to the creative team of 'Battle of the Forbidden City'!"

There was warm applause from the audience, and many students continued to shout "Senior Lin".

The host smiled and handed the microphone to Lin Bufan, who was standing in the center. "Senior Bufan, you are back to your alma mater again, bringing your work with you. How do you feel now?"

Lin Bufan just took the microphone and his signature bright smile bloomed on his face: "As for the feeling of returning to my alma mater, of course..."

"Wait a minute—!"

A deliberately prolonged shout with a strange accent suddenly came from the back of the auditorium, abruptly interrupting Lin Bufan's words.

Everyone's eyes snapped to the auditorium's doors. Two heavy doors flung open, and four burly men, dressed in Qing dynasty eunuch attire but wearing black sunglasses, entered in unison, carrying a simple, bright yellow sedan chair. On the sedan chair, a four-eyed dog named Sang Biao, wearing a pure gold dog tag, small sunglasses, and a miniature dragon robe, sat in a haughty squat, his chin resting on one front paw in a mock-deep manner.

Behind the sedan chair followed four young women who were also dressed as Qing Dynasty palace maids, but with awkward expressions, they mechanically threw flower petals into the air.

The entire auditorium instantly fell into an eerie silence, and everyone stared in amazement as this uniquely styled team slowly crossed the aisle and headed towards the stage.

The smile on Lin Bufan's face froze instantly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. You bastard, you come to steal my limelight again!

Sang Biao's sedan chair was carried all the way to the front of the stage before stopping. A "eunuch" quickly lay down to serve as a footstool, and Sang Biao gracefully (and self-righteously) stepped on his back to jump off the sedan chair. With a dog-like gait, he swayed onto the stage with a glittering gold chain around his neck.

It completely ignored the petrified crowd on the stage and walked straight to the center. It stood up, adjusted its sunglasses with its paws, and then pulled out a mini microphone from somewhere and put it to its mouth:

"Woof woof! Awooo~~ (Translation: My people! Stand up!)"

The audience was silent for two seconds, and then burst into earth-shaking laughter and exclamations!

"Holy crap! It's Brother Biao! The Brother Biao from TikTok!"

"Why is it here? And dressed like this?"

"Are you stupid? Didn't you see it in the clip just now?"

“Isn’t this too amazing?!”

The host had obviously never seen such a scene before. He stood there with the microphone, at a loss as to what to do.

Lin Bufan covered his face, feeling the veins on his forehead throbbing. Li Chao muttered quietly beside him, "I knew it... I knew something was going to happen..."

Sang Biao was very pleased with the audience's reaction and continued to bark a few more times into the microphone. The "eunuch" next to him immediately stepped forward and announced loudly: "Your Majesty said that he is also an important participant in the film. This time he is visiting incognito to have fun with the people!"

There was another burst of laughter and photo-taking from the audience.

Lin Bufan took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to throw the stupid dog off the stage. He snatched the microphone from the host and forced a very twisted smile: "Haha... You see, this is a highlight of our movie - a local dog with the pure blood of our Kyoto Art Academy!"

As the interactive session began, the audience erupted in excitement, countless arms raised, and nearly every voice fused into one voice: "Brother Biao!" and "Your Majesty Sang Biao! Look here!" As soon as the host said, "Now for questions," the students' questions bombarded the four-eyed figure on the stage, draped in dragon robes and sunglasses, like a cannon of fire.

"Brother Biao! As a non-human actor, how do you act with other actors on set?"

"Your Majesty Sang Biao! What is your deep understanding of the role you are playing this time?"

"Brother Biao, Brother Biao! I heard that your pay is paid in premium dog food and golden dog chains. Is this true?"

"Your Majesty! Do you plan to make your next film in Hollywood? Would you consider working with Leonardo DiCaprio?"

"Brother Biao! Where do you think your acting skills stand in the dog world? Have you ever considered giving a masterclass?"

"Your Majesty Sang Biao! Is your dragon robe custom-made? What are your secrets to maintaining it?"

……

Sang Biao crouched in the center of the stage, his small, canine-like sunglasses unable to conceal his overflowing smugness. He would occasionally raise his chin, push his sunglasses up with his paws, and occasionally toss the hem of his nonexistent dragon robe. He responded to the barrage of questions with a haughty, "I've read them, but I'm too lazy to reply to them all" air, enjoying this moment of being the center of attention... no, this was the peak of being the center of attention.

The limelight was completely stolen by a dog, and the other creative staff on the stage were completely reduced to background boards.

Hu Yifei crossed her arms, her face as black as the bottom of a pot, her knuckles cracking from the crackling of her fingers. The murderous intent in her eyes was almost tangible, shattering the cries of "Brother Biao" in the air before her. Zeng Xiaoxian, standing next to her, tried to maintain his signature smirk, but the twitching of his lips was uglier than crying. He could only whisper to the air, "Are you kidding me... My brother Xian, a living, breathing man and future star, is less attractive than a dog that can dress himself? Has this class of students' aesthetic taste been gnawed by a dog?"

Lu Ziqiao had long since given up on maintaining his handsome demeanor. His shoulders slumped, he sighed, his gaze sweeping mournfully over the faces of the pretty schoolgirls in the audience who were enthusiastically shouting "Brother Biao." He muttered bitterly to himself, "What a bad decision... If I had known girls were into this now, I wouldn't have bothered with training my abs. I should have gotten plastic surgery... Uh, forget it, I can't do it."

Tang Youyou was so anxious that she jumped up and down, wanting to show herself and attract everyone's attention, but unfortunately, society made her realize that sometimes people are no better than dogs!