To be honest, when Ivy Howard and Samuel Wright made that bet and had their verbal sparring, it wasn’t entirely a good thing for Samuel Wright. Many classmates thought Samuel Wright was being a bit petty, especially the girls. Of course, there was also Jason Lane. After returning to the dorm, this guy didn’t hide his displeasure toward Samuel Wright.

But there were also those who cared about him, like Harvey Howard and Henry Watson.

“Hey, Sam, can you actually sing or not?”

“Nope.” Samuel Wright was very honest.

“Then how dare you make a bet with her? Do you think bragging doesn’t cost you anything?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan!” Samuel Wright seemed full of confidence. “By the way, does anyone here play an instrument?”

But when Samuel Wright asked, not a single one of them nodded, which earned them a look of disdain from Samuel Wright. But it didn’t matter—Samuel Wright remembered clearly that Ethan seemed to know a bit of piano.

As luck would have it, Ethan happened to be humming a tune as he passed by room 307.

“Ethan! You can play the piano, right?” Samuel Wright immediately rushed out and grabbed Ethan Brooks.

“Yes, I can.” Ethan Brooks was stunned for a moment. He hadn’t expected to be ambushed on his way back from washing his underwear. But when he saw it was Samuel Wright, he finally relaxed. “What do you want?”

So, Samuel Wright grinned and whispered a few words into Ethan Brooks’s ear, keeping it all secret. After all, things were a bit chaotic in the dorm right now—who knew if someone might sell him out?

“Alright! Leave it to me. I’ll find you some more people. A few buddies who hang out in Sanlitun are pretty good with instruments too. We’ll make sure you get your moment in the spotlight.” Ethan was indeed happy to help.

Samuel Wright beamed with joy. “Thanks, bro, really, thank you.”

“No need to be so polite.”

And with that, it was settled. Everyone in room 307 was dumbfounded. What was Sam up to now? Was he really going to put together a band?

But no matter who asked, Samuel Wright wouldn’t say a word—what he’d sing, what style, nobody knew. Still, Harvey Howard was very enthusiastic. He pulled Samuel Wright aside, found a quiet spot, glanced around to make sure no one was there, and finally spoke.

“Sam, do you really like her? Do you really want to be with her? But if you do, is this the way to go about it? If you lose, you’ll have no face left—would she even look at you? If you win, she’ll lose face—won’t she hate you for it?”

Honestly, Harvey Howard was a true friend, and Samuel Wright was genuinely touched. But as for himself…

Suddenly being asked about his feelings for a girl, Samuel Wright found himself with a lot on his mind. To be honest, at first he really hadn’t thought much about it. He just noticed that Ivy Howard was different from his original impression and got the idea to invite her to be the female lead in his movie. But as things developed, even Samuel Wright felt he’d gone a bit too far.

But why? Why was he being so petty with a girl? It didn’t feel manly at all. Could it be that he really liked her?

Samuel Wright suddenly realized he was acting like a little boy, trying all sorts of silly tricks to get the attention of the girl he liked—like putting a cockroach in her pencil case or a jumping caterpillar or something. And now, this bet felt like a prank on the level of a mouse, and he seemed to be waiting for the girl to notice him.

Kind of childish!

Samuel Wright could only smile helplessly, and when Harvey Howard saw that smile, he was startled.

“Hey! What are you thinking about? Are you out of your mind?”

“Oh, nothing, really nothing. I just want to vent…” Samuel Wright wanted to say he just wanted to vent his frustration, but he stopped himself. No need to let others know about that—besides, it would make him look petty. So Samuel Wright just smiled and said, “I just suddenly thought of a song, and I’m pretty interested in that thousand yuan. Plus, I just can’t stand people being so arrogant. What, you think you’re guaranteed first place?”

“…” Seeing that Samuel Wright was being insincere, Harvey Howard could only give him a look of disdain. “You’re hopeless.”

“Hehehe…” Samuel Wright could only laugh…

Time passed quickly, and soon the welcome party and the singing and dancing competition arrived.

“Woo woo!” “Oh ho ho!”… Whistling, heckling, applause—it was all a blur in the film academy’s auditorium. When Ivy Howard performed her dance for everyone, it was truly stunning, and the audience kept cheering.

It was a group dance, but also a modern dance. Actually, Ivy Howard was better at traditional dance, thanks to her major, but this time, to win more appreciation from her classmates, she choreographed a modern dance. It was really outstanding—even Samuel Wright, who knew nothing about dance, watched with great interest.