Birth of an actor

When people who have sunbathed on the beach stand up in twos and threes and go to the shore for afternoon tea, Santa Monica, the most fascinating seaside city in California, has arrived at the time when middle school students are most looking forward to school.

In the chemistry building of Santa Monica Middle School, a tall black-haired boy with a backpack hurried out.

At first glance, it looks like black hair, but on closer inspection, it should be said that it is more appropriate to have dark brown hair.

Apart from that head of thick and bright brown hair, this boy also has a handsome and compelling face, with a high nose bridge, deep facial features, and a unique mysterious aura in his dark green eyes, which makes one can't help but want to stick his eyes to him. on him.

Not to mention the height of more than six feet, and the figure that is not strong but not thin, which makes him not inferior even among adults.

This boy was none other than William Bradley, the dream girl of two-thirds of the girls at Santa Monica Middle School in Los Angeles.

In American high schools where sporty boys are prevalent, William is neither the captain of the basketball team nor the quarterback of the football team. He doesn't even play baseball or ice hockey very well. On screen - Although he has only just turned 18, William Bradley has been a Hollywood actor with two years of acting experience, and has made guest appearances in several popular shows, such as "Law and Law" "Order", "Emergency Room Stories" and "X-Files", he has filmed a jeans advertisement, and while getting A's in all subjects, he can also achieve such scenery during part-time working hours. The group of muscular campus idols in Monica Middle School almost attracted more than half of the girls' attention.

"Hey William, buddy, go slow!"

When William Bradley was about to walk out of the school gate, a red-haired young man suddenly caught up from behind, panting.

The red-haired boy is Danny, and he took chemistry class with William. The two had studied together at Calgate School in New York. In the sixth grade, because Danny's father's business was more and more involved with Hollywood, so The family moved to the West Coast, and two years later, William also transferred from New York, and the two were in the same school again, so the friendship was renewed.

William stopped and turned to look at each other: "What's the matter, Danny?"

"Leaving in such a hurry after school, you still have to go to the city to film today?" Danny asked solemnly, trying not to sound so curious.But the gossiping look in his eyes has completely exposed him.

The "city" in Danny's mouth does not refer to the metropolis of Los Angeles, but Universal Studios Hollywood, where eight major film companies are stationed and countless movies and dramas are filmed.

Gossip news in American high schools always spreads quickly. No one knows where a piece of news originally came from, and who spread it deliberately, but as long as it is a topical news, it will always spread to everyone overnight. in people's ears.

A week ago, when William finished all his roles in "ER Stories" and returned to school, rumors spread in the school that he had auditioned for another popular drama, and this time not only Instead of a few minutes of guest appearances, it will exist as a regular role in the TV series for several episodes.

So for a week, everyone has been guessing, which show will William Bradley star in next, "Friends"? "Beverly Leap"?Or "Lois and Clark"?Any chance they'll get an autographed Jennifer Aniston, America's Sweetheart, from William?

"No, I won't be going to the city this week." William shrugged at Danny: "I have a date tonight."

"With Claire?" The relationship between William and cheerleader Claire is well known. In fact, in Santa Monica Middle School, many boys secretly bet on when they will have sex, or whether they have already had sex—— Danny nodded understandingly, and winked with a smile: "I got something that will make us fascinated, do you want to try it at my house tonight?"

"Marijuana?" William asked.

Although marijuana is a controlled drug, young people in the United States, especially high school and college boys, have tried almost all of them except freaks and nerds. In their view, marijuana, like sex and alcohol, must be completed before going to college. The coming-of-age ceremony, and a survey conducted by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention last year found that among teenagers in the United States today, there are almost as many smokers as marijuana users.

Danny winked at him: "That's right, I only got a little through a special channel, only you, me and Tom have the opportunity to taste it, my parents went abroad the day before yesterday, and there will only be a few of us tonight Now, rest assured, my home is very safe and will not be discovered by others."

"Sorry, I still won't go. As I said just now, I have an appointment tonight that I can't turn down." William pretended to think about it, but still looked embarrassed, and turned down Danny's invitation.Although in fact he was never prepared to participate in this kind of drug party, William never touched any drugs or psychedelic drugs.

After rejecting Danny, William waited for the other party's dissatisfaction and complaints.

But Danny was facing him, mouth gaping, in an exclamation, "My God, that's—"

William raised his eyebrows suspiciously, and followed Danny's gaze back.

"A Bugatti Veyron!" Danny seemed to be drooling: "Such a moving line, such an amazing color, listen! The sound of this engine is a Bugatti EB110, one of the best sports cars in the world! God , Which year was this car launched? 89? 91? Or 93? Why did such a car appear in front of our school?!"

Bugatti EB110 is a super sports car produced by Bugatti Veyron in 89. It was born to commemorate the founder of the company, Ettore Bugatti. When it came out in 89, the price was 48 US dollars, almost four times the price of the Porsche 911.

Because the Bugatti EB110 has been sold in limited quantities and the price is too expensive, there are not many cars in Los Angeles, where celebrities and superstars gather. Billionaires may drive their children to and from school in this car, but they will never drive their children to and from school. I gave them one before, and even if there are parents who drive a Bugatti EB110 to pick up their children, such parents will only appear in a year of tuition fees like Weber Middle School, Flint Ridge Sacred Heart School or Southwest Middle School. There are private boarding schools with $[-], instead of just over half of the white population like Santa Monica, and there are many public high school entrances for Latinos, South Americans and Africans.

Obviously, at the gate of Santa Monica Middle School, there are quite a few students or parents who have the same idea as Danny. They looked at the royal blue super sports car with surprised eyes, and explored the identity of the owner of the car. and purpose.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the Bugatti Veyron's door slowly opened, and a teenager stepped out from inside.

Maybe it's not appropriate to call him a teenager, because the other party's height, temperament and appearance are quite mature.

He is about six feet one inch tall, with light brown and blond hair, his complexion is sickly pale with a few wisps of paleness because of his thin body, his peacock blue eyes glow with a faint cold light, making the visitor look arrogant It looks more elegant and withdrawn.

In Santa Monica, a small resort town, locals and foreign tourists always dress casually. Hollywood stars wear sunglasses, floral shirts and beach pants to surf and sunbathe everywhere, but the young man in front of him, no matter how formal he is dressed However, the shirt vest and casual trousers, although wearing a light yellow tie looks younger and more lively, it still doesn't fit in with the surrounding background.

'An East Coaster, either from New York or Boston. 'Adults with a bit of experience around them generally think so.

And many girls in Santa Monica Middle School have already screamed a little.

Young girls can't resist this kind of men of the same age who are full of old-fashioned aristocratic attitudes, as if the heroine of a novel written by Julie Garwood or Linda Howard has stepped out of the paper, while older women are attracted to handsome men. The boy with excellent temperament was not too resistant, so for a while, this unidentified boy became the most eye-catching luminous body near Santa Monica Middle School.

until a cry of astonishment sounded—

"Lance!"

The parents of the students at Santa Monica Middle School turned their heads one after another and saw William Brandley stepping forward with surprise on his face, and gave the beautiful young man a tight hug!

He had been indifferent since getting off the car, and the handsome man exuding an unapproachable aura actually showed a faint smile, and hugged William Brandley back.

"Wow!" Many people couldn't help exclaiming.

……

"Your home in Los Angeles." Lance Roderick's fingers slowly slid across William's photos and posters on the bedroom wall: "It's exactly the same as in New York, although the room is only one-fifth the size of before. .”

"Mom can't forget the past, and neither can I." William put a glass of water on the table next to Lance, then sat on the bed, looked around the bedroom, and said with nostalgia.

William and Lance used to be classmates at Calgate School on the Upper West Side of Manhattan, New York. Both of them were sent to this best private boarding school for boys in the United States from the age of six. They have made good friends, and the deep friendship has been maintained until now, even after William moved to Los Angeles with his mother after the eighth grade, it has not been interrupted.

Lance held the glass in his hand and took a sip after a long time.

William suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "In addition to milk and orange juice, I only have white water at home. Although there is a coffee machine, but the price of coffee beans that my family can afford now, I'm afraid you can't drink it, so..."

"I'm hesitating not because I dislike the blandness of clear water, but because I'm hesitating how to tell you something, my friend." Lance stared at William with those amazing blue eyes: "I'm going to England .”

"England? Where is England? Why?" William suddenly opened his dark green eyes very wide.

"Mr. Roderick wants to send me to Eton, and then go to Oxford or Cambridge." Lance hooked his lips mockingly: "As for the reason? Probably because he doesn't want to see me dangling under his nose anymore. "

Mr. Roderick refers to Lance's father, Tyler Roderick, the owner of the Roderick Industrial Group, and a complete dictator, no matter in terms of career or family.

Because Taylor Roderick has a violent temper and a very bad relationship with the sole heir, Lance never called him "Dad" externally, but called him "my father" or "Roderick" in a strange and polite way. gentlemen".

"But it doesn't make sense." William sat on the bed in frustration: "Mr. Roderick is the only heir to you. Why did he send you to Europe for no reason? There must be a reason. Tell me, Lance, are you Did he ruin all his lovers, or did he lose face by having a big fight with Mr. Roderick at the board of directors of the group?"

Lance remained silent.

"Okay, I see, you must have done something more serious than this - everyone has their own secrets, if you don't want to say, I won't ask, but." William patted the place beside him, waiting After Lance came over and sat down, he put his arms around the other person's shoulders: "Is it necessary to go to England?"

Lance shook his shoulders, freed William's hand from his body, and moved to the side again, apparently as always uncomfortable with William's familiar and intimate movements.Then he said with a cold but arrogant look: "After going to the UK, all the business of the Roderick Industrial Group in Europe will be handed over to me. This is done by me and Mr. Roderick. A deal, so Will, put away your sympathetic look, I'm not exiled."

"I'll miss you, buddy." William put Lance on the shoulder again: "I miss you very, very much."

Lance raised the corner of his mouth and showed a shallow smile: "I know."

William scratched his hair, squatted down suddenly, pulled out a tightly sealed box from under the bed, opened it carefully, and took out a model of the Apollo No. 13 spaceship that was guarded by a glass cover. , then held it with both hands, and showed it to Lance: "I remember that you have always wanted to collect a 1970 Apollo NO.13 model by yourself. I bought it, and then ran all over Los Angeles to find the replicas of the parts, and now it is finally assembled, I originally wanted to give it to you as a Christmas present, since you are leaving now, I will give it to you in advance."

Lance looked at the model full of age in the glass cover, and his peacock blue eyes gradually became moved.

However, this emotion was quickly swayed by him with the blink of his eyelashes. He raised his hand and looked at his watch. Lance said to William: "I'm leaving, the plane will take off in an hour, and the driver is downstairs wait for me."

"Driver?" William asked suspiciously, "Didn't you come here alone in a sports car?"

"Driving a sports car from New York to Los Angeles? Are you kidding me?" Lance's indifferent mask shattered, finally revealing a more relaxed look when he was with William, rolling his eyes indecently: "I'm flying Here, the sports car is just about to leave the United States, and it’s just a pleasure to drive before leaving. Since you gave me Apollo NO.13.” Lance picked up the model and walked out, and at the same time, with a flick of his wrist, he put a bunch of The thing was thrown into William's hands: "Then I'll give you a parting gift too. Make good use of it, just don't damage it."

Seeing Lance's back disappear at the door, William had the energy to pay attention to the key in his hand, and he almost screamed out immediately——

Jesus Christ, this appears to be the key to that Bugatti EB110?