The official lecture finally began, and the instructor shouted loudly: “Upon investigation! Cadet Samuel Wright, you stayed out all night, secretly bought food, and sought special treatment! This has had a very negative impact on this military training! You are hereby publicly criticized! Samuel Wright!”

“Here!”

“Attention! From now on, stand at attention! Don’t stop until I say so, understood?!”

“Understood!”

After that, Samuel Wright stood under the blazing sun like a bamboo pole stuck in the ground...

Military training was over, but that scorching sun and the messy looks from his classmates left a deep impression on Samuel Wright. Many of them were confused, and even those who knew Samuel Wright well had no idea what had gotten into him—he ran to the grove with food but ended up eating nothing. Clearly, something was up, but Samuel Wright kept his mouth shut and didn’t say a word.

The key person was classmate Ivy Howard; Samuel Wright noticed that this person didn’t dare look at him—feeling guilty, huh!

Not only did he suffer physically, but he was also hurt psychologically. He had meant well, but the other person didn’t appreciate it, leaving Samuel Wright feeling stifled!

But fortunately, something happened to temporarily soothe Samuel Wright’s recently wounded little heart: he had just signed a publishing contract with a publisher—for that very book, “First Intimate Contact”!

As soon as military training ended, Samuel Wright got his pager back and immediately noticed a strange number. When he called back, the person explained their purpose: they were from a publisher called Red Culture. Of course, Samuel Wright wasn’t stupid—he immediately checked their credentials, which were quite good, so why wait to sign?

They agreed on the price and signed the contract. Samuel Wright didn’t push too hard—after all, he was still a new writer. But with the power of the internet, he didn’t lose out either. This was a good thing—this was the most crucial part of Samuel Wright’s entire plan. If everything went smoothly, he could get the most important thing: funding!

He didn’t know how much it would be, but at least things were on track now, and his dream wasn’t far off, right?

With the contract signed, his college life was about to officially begin. Everything was moving in a good direction—except for the fact that he’d become famous during military training, though not for a good reason.

But for now, he put all that aside. After a big lecture, several classes didn’t leave because there was important business to discuss.

“The campus singing and dancing competition, which is also the welcome party, is scheduled to be held on the eve of National Day, and it also coincides with the traditional Mid-Autumn Festival...”

That guy Jason Lane, who always acts so proper, had already become the Youth League secretary, which really surprised Samuel Wright. But anyone who had seen Harvey Howard’s laid-back attitude in private could tell that guy was definitely not cut out for leadership, so Harvey Howard, like Samuel Wright, was free of any official duties.

Samuel Wright was originally the top student in the literature class, a small class of eighteen people, so the position of class monitor was basically his for the taking. But after his “brilliant” performance during military training, that opportunity was gone. Still, Samuel Wright was happy about it—more freedom!

After military training, every class quickly established its own bureaucracy—oh, I mean, cadre system. The literature class, with only 18 people, wasn’t taken seriously by the teachers. But the performance class was different. The Youth League secretary was Jason Lane, the class monitor was a girl named Grace Evans, and the study committee member was Ivy Howard, who reportedly had the highest grades in the performance class.

This so-called meeting called by Jason Lane was actually just a pep talk. After all, even after military training, everyone wasn’t very familiar with each other, and now there was an event coming up—the welcome party that every college student experiences. This year, the welcome party was combined with National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival, which was great—an even more festive atmosphere, right?

But for the welcome party, you need to put on a show. And most importantly, since we’re an art school, the performances can’t be subpar—they have to show a certain level. So Jason Lane got together with people from several classes to discuss, hoping everyone would bring out their best so the upperclassmen and teachers could see that the Class of ’97 was just as good as anyone else.

When it came to putting on a show, it was basically the performance class’s responsibility. Other classes might have a few talented people, but not many. Take the literature class, for example—when they heard it was a singing and dancing competition, everyone immediately clammed up.

The class monitor Olivia Turner, who was democratically elected earlier, had already asked everyone in the literature class, but no one had any special talents in this area. Everyone said that if it was a skit or writing a script, that would be fine, but singing and dancing was really not their thing.

Samuel Wright originally just wanted to be an audience member, but when he heard Jason Lane mention a certain classmate, he couldn’t stay calm.

“We’re freshmen, and the Film Academy is full of hidden talents, but even so, we can’t let our morale drop. Luckily, our classmate Ivy Howard was a professional dance choreographer and has even won awards. This time, she’s bringing a new piece...” Jason Lane was really laying on the praise, and Samuel Wright felt uncomfortable listening from the audience.