"Hello everyone! I'm Liu Fan... cough I mean Lin Ran. It's truly an honor to speak as an outstanding student representative on this special occasion of our alma mater's centennial celebration."
All the students were ???
The previous outstanding representatives didn’t use scripts, and even if you do, at least don’t just read off your phone like that.
But they quickly understood.
Lin Ran was still young—a little carelessness was normal.
Lin Ran continued reading his uninspiring script: "Looking back, when I first stepped into this campus, my heart was filled with a thirst for knowledge and dreams for the future. Here, I spent the most precious years of my youth#%&..."
What kind of speech is this? It’s all bureaucratic fluff.
"At the same time, I hope our alma mater will continue to uphold its fine traditions in the next century, innovating educational philosophies and teaching methods to nurture more talented individuals with creativity and practical skills. May it contribute even more to the nation's development and societal progress."
"Finally, let us all wish our alma mater a successful centennial celebration! May it achieve even greater glory in the next hundred years!"
After Lin Ran finished, the entire hall fell silent. Lin Ran looked puzzled."What? This one wasn’t good? Should I search for another?"
Clap! Clap! Clap! Only Luo Yao’s applause echoed.
Principal Tang was the first to react, quickly leading the faculty in applause, prompting scattered clapping from the crowd.
Many students thought to themselves: Dude, take this seriously! What website did you copy this speech from? You even almost read the wrong name.
Principal Tang gave Lin Ran a helpless look. Lin Ran found it amusing—he knew exactly what Principal Tang was feeling.
So, he decided to drop a bombshell. This was his strategy: start flat, then soar.
"There’s one more thing."
Lin Ran turned to the camera. "I’d like to take advantage of this live-streamed platform to do something related to my lifelong..."
"Wait a minute."
Just then, two people pushed past security and rushed onto the stage—one leaning on a cane, the other scowling as they slowly approached.
Principal Tang suddenly felt a chill. This is bad.
Before he could order anyone to remove Lin Jian, Lin Jian spoke up.
"What? Are you afraid I’ll tarnish the school’s reputation, Principal? Too scared to let me speak?"
Principal Tang pointed at Lin Jian. "What do you think you’re doing? If you don’t step down now, I’ll have you expelled."
Lin Jian chuckled coldly.
"My family is already ruined, all because this school has a principal like you who shields students. Do you really think I care about being expelled?"
Though his tongue had mostly healed, speaking still caused him pain, making his words slow and stiff—giving off an air of suppressed rage.
Combined with his pitiful appearance, leaning on a cane, anyone would think he’d suffered some grave injustice.
He’d also brought along a few migrant workers posing as bodyguards—arranged, of course, by Lin Tianba.
Principal Tang: ??? What the hell are you talking about?
Furious, he felt his dignity had been insulted.
"Stop spouting nonsense! Who gave you the right to lecture me? Get off this stage—this isn’t the place for your theatrics."
Just then, Lin Ran interrupted.
"Principal, it’s fine."
Principal Tang gave Lin Ran a questioning look. The message was clear: This guy is trouble.
Lin Ran gestured to Lin Jian. "Go ahead. Start your performance."
Meanwhile, Luo Yao, who had been about to stand up, saw Lin Ran’s confident expression and settled back into her seat.
Lin Jian lunged toward Lin Ran, but Lin Ran quickly stepped back as several bodyguards jumped onstage to block him.
"Say what you want, but no touching. Wouldn’t want you trying to sue me."
You move pretty fast for someone on a cane. Are you just here to extort money?
Blocked, Lin Jian took a deep breath and put on an innocent expression.
"Brother, I’m your little brother. Tell them to let me go—I have something to say to you."
He thought his dramatic entrance must have shaken Lin Ran. If Lin Ran cared even a little about his reputation, he’d agree to his demands.
Lin Ran: "No talking allowed. No farting either."
Lin Jian didn’t catch the sarcasm and instead raised his voice in accusation.
"I just wanted you to come home and see us. Why are you treating me like this? Do you really not care about the Lin family anymore?"
He believed his words were threatening enough—any sane person would stop him now.
Lin Ran: "What do you think, little bastard?"
"What?"
Lin Ran: "Lin Tianba is the old bastard, and you’re the little bastard. Can’t even understand something that simple?"
"Whoa!" The crowd gasped.
Lin Ran actually called his own brother and father that?
The audience wasn’t just students—there were media and visitors from other schools too.
This is what elite education produces? Pathetic.
"You don’t know anything! Lin Ran’s dad is trash, and his brother’s a fake heir who stole his place. They deserve it."
"Honestly, this whole family is disgusting. I only recently found out Lin Ran is Lin Jian’s older brother."
"No matter what, Lin Ran is still part of the Lin family. Isn’t it wrong to humiliate his brother like this in public?"
"Wow, why don’t you go preach at Notre Dame in Paris? You’re wasting your talents here."
"Yeah, when disaster strikes, you’re the first one I’m taking out."
Onstage, Lin Jian finally accepted that Lin Ran had no brotherly feelings left. Gritting his teeth, he prepared his next move.
"Fine. Since you, the traitor of the Lin family, insist on being heartless, don’t blame me for what comes next."
Down below, Luo Yao narrowed her eyes. If not for Lin Ran’s relaxed expression, she would’ve already acted—regardless of the public setting.
A smirk curled her lips. If Ran wants to play, then let’s play.
Beside her, Principal Tang shivered, feeling the temperature drop.
Lin Jian grabbed the microphone. "Don’t get worked up, everyone. I just want to tell all the students and distinguished guests here today that my own brother, Lin Ran, and this school—they’re both rotten to the core."
Principal Tang shouted, "Stop spreading lies!"
But his voice was drowned out. The elderly alumni beside him gave him strange looks.
"Old Tang, is there really something shady going on at the school?"
"Yeah, why won’t you let him speak?"
Principal Tang nearly fainted from frustration. He’d underestimated the situation.
Beside him, Chen Xiao held him down.
"Relax, Tang. I trust my grandson can handle this."