This person's looks are pretty average. Not to mention anything else, just that pair of small eyes makes it impossible to call him handsome. Although small, they are bright and focused. With such a distinctive feature, the future top male star is, of course, Harvey Howard.

"Hello, I've seen you before. You seem, you seem to have acted somewhere, but I just can't recall where right now..." Samuel Wright's gestures and expressions at this moment, to be honest, really make him suited for the acting department.

"Hey! You still can't remember? Bo, Harvey Howard, he’s been starring in movies since he was a kid. What are you thinking?"

"Exactly, exactly, Bo is definitely the most impressive among the guys in our class of '97."

Immediately, someone came out to speak up for him. Samuel Wright didn't get upset after hearing this; he just smiled slightly.

"Oh! That's right, isn't it? Now that you mention it, I remember." Samuel Wright immediately switched to a thick Northeastern accent, dissolving the awkwardness in an instant.

"Come on, let's not do this. I really don't have any special skills. Didn't you see those who won Best Actor a couple of years ago all went back to school? Compared to them, I'm not even a shrimp. We're here to study, so let's not talk about the past, okay?"

The Beijing accent clashing with the Northeastern accent was actually quite interesting. Harvey Howard was very modest, and to Samuel Wright, these words didn't sound fake at all.

"Bo, you're being too modest."

"It's all good, Bo. They went to the Central Academy of Drama, and you came to the Film Academy—perfect match!" The flatterers immediately seized the opportunity. Everyone knew who Harvey Howard was talking about earlier, and he really was impressive.

Harvey Howard was considered a child star, not particularly famous at this moment, but among the class of '97, he really was the one who made it big later on. Of course, only Samuel Wright, who had been reborn, knew this. As things stood, Harvey Howard was already becoming a prominent figure among the class of '97, but Samuel Wright didn't care about that. He was actually more interested in something else right now.

"By the way, Bo, aren't you guys in the acting class? How come you're living with us writers?"

"Hey!" Before Harvey Howard could answer, someone else jumped in, "Don't you know? Our school didn't admit that many people. Think about how many guys there could be?"

This was actually true. Samuel Wright immediately understood. The literature class had 18 students, the acting class only 26, and after subtracting the large number of girls, there really weren't many guys left.

"Hey, I'm Harvey Howard, as everyone said. Aren't you going to introduce yourself?" Harvey Howard smiled and extended his hand.

Samuel Wright also smiled and reached out to shake it. "Hi, I'm Samuel Wright. Just call me Sam from now on."

Everyone was pretty enthusiastic at the start of the semester, and all the new students living in room 307 got to know each other. Samuel Wright now knew that the guy on the bunk above him was Eli Hall from the art department. Besides Samuel Wright, there were two other literature majors: Henry Watson and Philip Clark. There were three acting majors: besides Harvey Howard, there were Jason Lane, David Young, and Luke Yule. The last one, from the animation class, was Leonard Dawson.

Arriving at a new place, it was natural to feel a bit excited, so this group of guys started chatting about everything under the sun. Originally, Samuel Wright wanted to sleep, but when someone brought up a certain topic, he couldn't sleep anymore.

"Hey guys, have you read that book? The really popular one online, called 'First Intimate Contact'?" This was from Jason Lane.

As soon as he heard the book title, Samuel Wright was instantly wide awake. He might not care about other things, but this was his own work—how could he not care?

Of course, it was a knockoff by Samuel Wright. After finishing the film academy entrance exam, he did two things: prepared for the college entrance exam and wrote this book. Samuel Wright would never admit it was plagiarized, because a lot of it couldn't be copied anyway. At the very least, when he was writing, "Titanic" hadn't even been released yet, so it was just a knockoff!

"I've read it! I have to say, the person who wrote this book is a real beast. At first, he was such a rascal, but later on, it made me cry. I was bawling my eyes out in the internet café—almost got mistaken for a lunatic!" Henry Watson immediately responded.

"Yeah! I've read it!"

"It's just that the ending is too heartbreaking!"...

Everyone chimed in, but when Samuel Wright heard these comments, he broke out in a cold sweat.

With a bang, Harvey Howard slammed a thick notebook onto the table and casually opened a file.

Turns out this guy was a reader of his too!

Chapter 006: That Blue Lotus

Ahh... Samuel Wright yawned as he stood in line. He was so tall that this action really stood out. He couldn't help it—he hadn't slept all night. If he wasn't tired, he wouldn't be human. Last night, all the members of room 307 gathered around Harvey Howard's laptop, loudly criticizing the author of "First Intimate Contact" for being unscrupulous.

Not only was it heartbreaking, but he stopped updating! You said that was the ending, but why not write another book? Those tricks for picking up girls, the sweet talk—couldn't there be a bit more of that?!...