"Hey! Is this how you treat people? Just now you asked for help, and now you turn around and kick people out. Fine, goodbye then!" Immediately, someone in the crowd started jeering, and since Samuel Wright himself was just a skinny, awkward kid with little appeal, the group of senior brothers scattered in an instant.

"Pah! Look at you all—do you have any sense of what it means to be a senior brother?" Lily Sutton was truly helpless with this bunch of old classmates.

"Hehe, it's nothing, really." As the newcomer, Samuel Wright could only keep his head down and act humble.

Even Lily Sutton felt a bit embarrassed: "Don't mind them, they're just a bunch of hormone-fueled guys. As your senior sister, I have faith in you!"

"Heh heh..." Samuel Wright could only scratch his head and smile.

"Picking up freshmen, picking up freshmen—why is everyone so lazy?!" Lily Sutton looked at Samuel Wright, who was all skin and bones, and decided she really had to help.

"Senior sister, I can manage, it's fine." Samuel Wright tried to decline; after all, he wasn't a female student.

"Look at you, sweating all over. Take a break." Lily Sutton wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Coming, coming." Finally, someone showed up. The voice sounded a bit lazy, and it seemed this guy was muttering under his breath: "Knew it, nothing good ever happens when it's my turn. Everyone else gets pretty girls, and I get a zombie."

"What are you mumbling about! Talking nonsense!" Lily Sutton shot him a look of disdain—how could he judge people by their looks?

Samuel Wright still smiled, but at this point, he no longer refused the senior brother's help.

"Hello, classmate. I'm your senior brother. Your dorm is East Building 307. Follow me."

This lazy guy had long hair with an artistic flair. It wasn't long enough for a big braid yet, but it did reach his shoulders. Still, his magnetic voice and his signature uneven eyebrows gave him away.

Ethan Brooks! Samuel Wright hadn't expected to run into such a big star just like that—even if it was a future star, seeing him in person was still something.

Samuel Wright quickly suppressed his urge to fangirl, but from what he'd just heard, it seemed this guy was also in his own restless youth phase.

They arrived soon enough; the dorm wasn't far, just a few turns and up to the third floor, and Samuel Wright's future battlefield was right there.

"Alright, that's as far as I go. See you around." Ethan Brooks dropped the stuff on the dorm floor and hurried to leave, as if afraid he'd miss out on picking up pretty junior sisters.

"Senior Brooks, no need to rush." Samuel Wright also put down his bag, but his words made Ethan Brooks stop in his tracks.

"You—how do you know my surname is Chen?" Ethan Brooks was extremely surprised. He hadn't said a word to Samuel Wright the whole way, so how did this kid know his surname? It was baffling.

Seeing that he'd achieved his goal with just one sentence, Samuel Wright calmly sat down on his bed: "Even if I told you, Senior Brooks, you probably wouldn't believe me. Never mind, you should go back and help those pretty girls."

"Hey, you're a strange one. You'd better explain to me today—how do you know my surname? Did you investigate me?" Ethan Brooks was even more determined not to leave; he had to get to the bottom of this.

"Heh heh, Senior Brooks, why would I investigate you?" Samuel Wright was telling the truth.

Ethan Brooks thought about it and realized it made sense—he didn't have any background, so who would bother investigating him? "Are you from my hometown? From Chongqing?"

"I'm from the Northeast. You can check my registration info."

"Did you take the film academy entrance exam last year?"

"I'm a fresh graduate this year."

"Well, that's odd..." Ethan Brooks couldn't figure it out. How did this junior know his surname?

"Doesn't Senior Brooks believe that I'm your destined benefactor?" Samuel Wright now looked like he was about to set up a fortune-telling stall, just missing a fan in his hand.

"Cut the nonsense. I don't believe in any feudal superstitions!" Ethan Brooks reaffirmed his scientific attitude.

Samuel Wright thought to himself, no wonder this guy could play Qian Xuesen in the future. But he was even more eager to tease Ethan Brooks: "Senior brother, not only do I know your surname is Chen, I also know your name is Ethan Brooks, isn't that right?"

"What?!" Now it was even stranger—he even knew the full name.

"Not only that, I've also figured out that right now, Senior Brooks, you have some obstacles in your heart. You feel like you're not suited for acting and want to try something else, isn't that so?!"

As soon as Samuel Wright said this, it was like a thunderclap in Ethan Brooks's ears.

"How do you know that!" Ethan Brooks was almost scared—he felt as if he was completely exposed in front of this junior.

Of course, Samuel Wright had no such intentions; he wasn't into that sort of thing. But he'd already used up everything he could find on Baidu Baike, and he felt he'd teased enough—it was time to reveal the answer.

"Heh heh, actually, I just figured it out. But don't overthink it, senior brother. This 'figuring out' isn't what you think—I stick to Marxism-Leninism and Mao Zedong Thought, and I don't believe in any of that feudal superstition."