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Welcome!Dongfang has turned pale. Wang Xuanyuan lay on the bed with his eyes squinted, thinking about his plans in his heart. Life must go on. Tomorrow is Tuesday, and classes must continue, so he must first get a good rest.

He was suddenly woken up by the sound of the alarm. He looked at the watch on the bedside table and saw that it was already 7:45. Wang Xuanyuan slapped himself on the forehead, wondering why he had woken up so late today.

After putting on clothes in a hurry, I didn't have time to take a shower. After washing hastily, I moved my bicycle to the door. After saying hello to Steve Lang, I hurriedly got on the bike and rode towards the school.

The School of Cinematic Arts of the University of Southern California is located on West Adams Street in South Los Angeles, about 2 miles south of downtown Los Angeles. It is not far from the residential complex where Wang Xuanyuan lives. It takes about fifteen minutes by bike to get there.

I bought a bucket of coffee and a hot dog from a van-turned-breakfast stand on the roadside, hung them on the handlebars, and pedaled towards school with all my strength.

Today's traffic light seemed to be specially favoring Wang Xuanyuan. Basically, the light was green all the way, and we successfully saw the gate of the Academy of Motion Picture Arts.

There are not too many people at the school gate anymore. Although winter is not over yet, girls who love beauty are blooming to their heart’s content all the time. There are still quite a lot of flowers in the cold winter.

We were very close to the gate. Although the surrounding roads were wide and there were not many pedestrians, Wang Xuanyuan still squeezed the brakes to slow down and rode slowly along the sidewalk, listening to the Yan language around him. Yingsheng, dare not ride fast.

There was the sound of a car engine behind him, and then the sound of an emergency brake. A red Ford Mustang limited-edition off-road vehicle stopped next to Wang Xuanyuan and squeezed him out of the sidewalk. Fortunately, Wang Xuanyuan reacted quickly enough and escaped. The car fell onto the grass next to it.

The poor coffee fell like this. The lid of the coffee bucket was blown open and the coffee was spilled in the bag. Fortunately, the hot dog was fine.

Some classmates who were passing by stopped when they saw it. An Asian guy saw it and asked with concern: "Jiuji, what's going on? Are you hurt?" After speaking, he took two steps forward and faced The car parked next to me said: "How do you drive?"

Most of the people around him glanced at it and either continued to walk forward or whispered to each other.

The window of the red off-road vehicle was rolled down, revealing a handsome face wearing sunglasses. It was a typical American face with a high nose.

The man looked at Wang Xuanyuan who was standing on the grass and said in a disdainful tone: "Hey, Kung Fu boy, look at your listlessness. Did you play lol too hard last night? You almost couldn't get up in the morning. Hey. , you’re so scared, please be careful next time you ride.”

After that, no matter what Wang Xuanyuan said, he rolled up the window and stepped on the accelerator and left.

To be honest, Wang Xuanyuan was really startled just now. He calmed down after the off-road vehicle drove away, leaving behind a trail of smoke. He knew that arrogant person, sophomore Ryan James, who could be said to be a man of the hour in the college.

After the Asian guy who just spoke helped Wang Xuanyuan lift the car, he looked at the half-spattered plastic bag of coffee and said, "Hey, workman, you may not be able to drink this coffee."

The two looked at the spilled coffee and laughed a few times. Wang Xuanyuan stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you for helping me just now. My name is Wang Xuanyuan."

The Asian guy stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Steven Yeun. You're welcome. We are all Asians and should help each other."

The two hands held each other, and Wang Xuanyuan said, "I want to ask you, are you from China?"

Steven Yeun said: "No, you got it wrong. I'm from South Korea. I was born in Seoul."

Wang Xuanyuan said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, we all have yellow skin. Don't laugh at me if I admit my mistake."

Steven Yeun smiled and said, "It's okay, buddy."

Wang Xuanyuan did not ride the bicycle again, but walked and chatted with Yuan.

During this process, he searched the movie database in his mind and found that he would play a supporting role in a low-budget science fiction movie "i-Type Origin" in 2014.

But he did not continue to search for other information about Steven Yeun, such as TV series information. If he did, he might be surprised. He did not expect that Steven Yeun would have such a large number of fans in the field of TV series in the future. What he didn't expect was that Wang Xuanyuan, a doomsday nerd, would actually be his number one fan in the future.

The two exchanged phone numbers. It was too late to have breakfast together. It was already time for class. After the two separated, Wang Xuanyuan hurriedly stepped on his bicycle and rode towards Building C of the School of Film and Art. He put the bicycle on the After specifying the parking spot, I looked at my watch and saw that it was already eight thirty-eight, a full eight minutes late.

Wang Xuanyuan couldn't help but feel nervous. The morning session was Professor Memphis's "Fundamentals of Film and Television Photography" class. He had already been late for this professor's class twice, and Professor Memphis was very strict. No one dared to take any risks in his class. Skipping class because of the danger of being called on.

At the door of the lecture theater, Wang Xuanyuan knocked on the door. Professor Memphis interrupted the lecture and saw Wang Xuanyuan. He smiled and said, "Isn't this our sleepy king? The alarm didn't go off today." Right." After he finished speaking, there was a burst of small laughter from below.

Wang Xuanyuan's face turned a little red, and he said awkwardly: "That's not the professor. I was hit at the school gate just now, so I was delayed for a while."

Professor Memphis said: "Oh, that's it. Then find a place to sit down. Let's continue to talk about the golden section principle of photography."

Wang Xuanyuan lowered his head and walked up the lecture theater. The large classroom was almost full, leaving only a few empty seats, and those empty seats were not on the side.

After asking for permission several times, Wang Xuanyuan sat down in the middle of a seat filled with girls.

Professor Memphis is undoubtedly a very good photographer. With slides and diagrams, he thoroughly explains the golden section principle of photography.

After the two major photography classes ended, Professor Memphis, for the first time, did not bother to ask about Wang Xuanyuan's tardiness, which gave him a feeling of surviving a disaster.

It was already after eleven o'clock after class. The hot dog he bought in the morning was still hanging on his bicycle. He had not eaten breakfast. At this time, Wang Xuanyuan's stomach growled a little. After packing up his books, he was the last to leave the classroom.

Wang Xuanyuan stomped downstairs along the spiral staircase. There were not many people in the corridor. Most of the students rushed to the cafeteria. Wang Xuanyuan walked towards the door, but a voice shouted from behind: "Hey, is that Wang Xuanyuan in front? Wait for me."

Wang Xuanyuan heard someone calling him from behind, and it was a woman's voice. His mind was a little confused and he thought to himself who this was. The voice sounded familiar.

After turning around, he felt better immediately when he saw the person coming from behind. See more! Prestige official account: hhxs665