Samuel Wright felt a bit embarrassed and could only touch his nose and carry the food back.

This was a great opportunity—why let it slip by? Wouldn’t it be nice to get to know a future superstar?

But Samuel Wright had no such intention. What he was thinking was: running into Victor Thompson in this place probably meant she was also here to take the film academy entrance exam. However, as far as Samuel Wright could remember, Victor Thompson attended the Central Academy of Drama, and only got in around the year 2000.

In other words, maybe she didn’t do so well this time. Wouldn’t it be stupid to go up and strike up a conversation now? Besides, his own parents were still here—there was no need to be so desperate, was there?

Still, at this moment, Samuel Wright wasn’t hung up on missing the chance to meet a future sexy star. Instead, he was thinking about something else—something that might just change his life right now.

McDonald’s, a beautiful woman, a chance encounter—it all seemed to have a strange connection. And Samuel Wright couldn’t help but think of a novel he’d loved back in the day, one that had once taken the world by storm and become a classic. The most crucial thing was—it hadn’t even been published yet!

“Son, what are you thinking about?” Mrs. Wright looked at her son, who seemed a bit absent-minded.

“Nothing, Mom, Dad. I just think there’s not enough food. I’ll go buy another Big Mac.” With that, Samuel Wright got up to order more.

“What’s up with this kid? He never used to eat this much.”

“Isn’t it good that he can eat? I think it’s great. After taking the exam, he’s really grown up.”

Smiles appeared on both Mr. Wright and Mrs. Wright’s faces, and even the burgers in their hands didn’t taste so strange anymore.

Chapter 004: Turns Out He’s the Top Scorer

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, summer had arrived in Yanjing.

“Hello, I’m a new student of the class of ’97, here to register. My name is Samuel Wright.”

After a grueling twelve-hour train ride that felt like a nightmare, Samuel Wright, who had successfully passed the college entrance exam, finally stood at the gates of Beijing Film Academy. He was carrying two big bags, dressed in a simple T-shirt and a pair of baggy shorts, which didn’t quite match his two long, skinny legs, swaying as he walked. But there was nothing he could do—the weather was truly hot, and the green trains of those days had no air conditioning.

“Hello, new classmate! I’m Lily Sutton, your senior. Come on, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and help out!” Seeing Samuel Wright’s build, Miss Sutton felt a bit concerned, so she immediately called others over to help.

Lily Sutton—Samuel Wright knew her. She would later appear in many film and TV productions, though she never became a huge star. But her husband was something else. In the future, this Miss Sutton would marry a teacher from this very school. Of course, that teacher wasn’t much older, but he was truly talented—not only was he active in film, TV, and music, but he also taught at the film academy. His name was Simon Howard.

“Student Wright, which department are you in? Can I see your admission letter?” Seeing Samuel Wright a bit dazed, Lily Sutton was very enthusiastic—she’d seen plenty of country kids like this who hadn’t seen much of the world.

“Oh, hi, senior. Here’s my admission letter.” Samuel Wright quickly collected himself. To be honest, he’d dreamed that maybe someone like Quinn Jenkins or William Clark would come to pick him up—how great would that be? But he also knew that at this time, they were probably all busy filming.

“Oh wow, the Literature Department! Samuel Wright, hey, a real talent! Don’t forget your senior when you have a good script in the future.” Lily Sutton was very warm, and the conversation had a great vibe.

“Senior, please don’t flatter me. I’m not a talent at all, that title should…” Samuel Wright naturally tried to be modest, but before he could finish, Lily Sutton immediately cut him off.

“You’re being too modest! Excessive modesty is just arrogance… Wait, you really don’t know?”

Lily Sutton’s words left Samuel Wright confused: “Senior, what do you mean?”

“Oh my, you really don’t know? You’re the top scorer in the Literature class!” At this moment, Lily Sutton looked at Samuel Wright as if she were looking at an alien.

“What!?” Samuel Wright was shocked.

The Literature class was actually the Literature Department. Only those familiar with the place called it a “class.” After all, this year the Literature Department only admitted 18 people—just one class. Of course, Samuel Wright would only learn this later. But how did he become the top scorer?

“You really didn’t know? You, Samuel Wright, are the number one in the Literature class of ’97.” Now Lily Sutton truly believed it—this junior really had no idea.

Samuel Wright really didn’t know. After finishing the third round of exams, he went straight back home, because he had important things to do—one was that novel he’d thought of, and the other was reviewing high school material. If he couldn’t graduate and get his diploma, his admission to the film academy would be for nothing—they wouldn’t accept him.

“Wow, another top scorer! Let me take a look.”

“The last one was so pretty, but this one—wow, why is he so skinny? Looks like a zombie.”

A group of senior students came over to join the fun, and Samuel Wright was subjected to a merciless round of gawking.

“Go on, get lost…” Lily Sutton was annoyed at their lack of manners. “What are you making a fuss for? Go cool off somewhere else!”