“Son, wake up, wake up!”

“Child! What’s wrong with you? What happened to you?”

A middle-aged couple anxiously circled around a young man, because the exam was about to start, and their son had suddenly fainted.

“Where am I?!”

Samuel Wright felt his head was unbearably heavy, as if it didn’t even belong to him. The light was a bit dazzling, so he quickly opened his eyes. “This isn’t right! Wasn’t that a green light? Wasn’t I at a crosswalk? Why is someone calling me”...

“Huh?!” Samuel Wright was instantly stunned, because he saw something unbelievable.

“Son! You’re awake?”

“Son, how are you feeling?”

It was actually his own mom and dad?!

Just a moment ago, he’d been thinking about the script, a bit distracted, but Samuel Wright had seen clearly that he hadn’t broken any traffic rules. Yet in the blink of an eye, he was seeing his parents—but wait, they didn’t look old at all!

“Son, you scared your mom to death. What happened to you? Is it the pressure from the exams these days? Should we find a place for you to rest for a bit?” His mother’s concerned gaze made Samuel Wright feel warm inside—a feeling he hadn’t experienced in years.

“You really are something, kid. Why do you always drop the ball at critical moments? The exam is about to start, and if you leave now, then all our previous efforts...” His father was right, and unlike his mother, he wasn’t so indulgent.

“You old man, the child is like this and you’re still thinking about the exam! Sam’s health has never been good since he was little. Are you trying to kill him?” His mother, as always, was a bit doting toward him.

Hearing this, Samuel Wright more or less understood—he seemed to have been reborn, and right now was the most crucial period of his life: the college entrance exam!

Samuel Wright had loved watching movies since he was a child and was always interested in film and television. He thought that if he couldn’t become a big star, he’d at least be a great director. So, as high school was coming to an end, he decided to apply to an art school and become an art student.

If he remembered correctly, it should be February 1997 now, the time for art college entrance exams, and since it was his first time traveling far from home, both his mom and dad had come along.

From this, it was clear that Samuel Wright was a typical little emperor—an only child, with all his parents’ love focused on him, which inevitably led to some of the typical little emperor’s flaws.

Willfulness was common, and Samuel Wright thought he could control it, but there was one fatal flaw: he was a picky eater, which led to poor health and a very thin, weak body.

Health is the foundation of everything, but unfortunately, by the time Samuel Wright understood this, he had already made an irreparable mistake.

It was this exam, this art exam that would decide his fate—because of his poor health, Samuel Wright fainted right before the final test. Although he managed to finish, he failed miserably. The blow was so great that Samuel Wright didn’t perform well in the college entrance exam either, and in the end, he could only attend a second-rate university. After graduation, he first became an online writer, then a minor screenwriter, participating in many much-criticized anti-Japanese war dramas.

Logically, Samuel Wright could have taken the exam again, even multiple times, but he didn’t. This major setback left Samuel Wright utterly defeated—he could never face the exam again!

There was a reason for this. Although Samuel Wright was a little emperor, he had always been that legendary “other people’s child.” When it came to exams, his math was a bit weak, but he was always number one in the humanities. From elementary to high school, he never spent a penny on school selection fees—he got into key schools purely by testing in. If it weren’t for his slight subject imbalance, he would have been a top scorer for sure. So, even though he was a little emperor, he had the ability to back it up.

But precisely because of this, the proud and ambitious Samuel Wright was crushed by this failure and became self-destructive.

So now, in this situation, should he take the exam or not?!

“If you ask me, with the child in this state, we should just try again next year.”

“How can you spoil the child like this? That’s called giving up halfway! How can he succeed if this continues?”

...Mom and Dad started arguing, and even some other examinees’ parents gathered around. People in this country love to watch and join in the excitement.

“Big brother, what’s your kid testing for?” People just love to get involved.

“My kid is applying for the literature class,” his father replied politely.

“Miss, your child is really thin. Why not go home and prepare to try again next year?” Some onlookers were observant and even offered reasonable suggestions.

“Um...” His mother was a bit embarrassed.

The situation now was that every family had only one child, so no one could bear to be harsh. Even saying something too severe made them feel bad—this was basically the case in most of society.