Birth of an actor

Probably because of the school season, the Annenberg restaurant was very lively, every table was full of people, and the lone rangers did not leave even after finishing their meal, but read with relish with their books in their hands, and it was obvious that The students who came together were chatting with great interest, and the atmosphere was very warm.

When William returned with the tray, the seats next to them were also full, and there was a group of people who looked very "GEEK".

William's sudden appearance seemed to interrupt the lively conversation among the geeks for a moment, especially when he sat down very naturally and placed the dinner plate between him and Christopher Dixon, the geeks' eyes revealed Surprised, he glanced over William, then paused for a long time at the unremarkable Christopher Dixon in his plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses.

"They think you shouldn't sit here, but sit with the people over there." Christopher Dixon tilted his head towards the table next to him, and said while chewing French fries: "After all, your appearance and figure, And that pair of Prada sunglasses is too much. In high school, even the campus princes would not choose my type. I think they should be guessing that we have known each other since childhood, in college We met again, otherwise, the chances of me making friends with two types of people like you are too small."

William glanced to his right. There were a group of rich or aristocratic disciples sitting at the next table—the men all had shirts and casual trousers, and the girls all had long hair and dresses. They were talking so fast that their voices could hardly be heard. A bit of British accent can be heard in general, and everyone looks very restrained, indifferent, and polite, showing the standard eight teeth when they laugh.

Harvard, which has a history of hundreds of years and was once ruled by the aristocrats for a long time, and whose teachers are all social celebrities, only white men with a status of gentleman and above are eligible to study, is now playing the civilian card with the slogan of cultivating social elites everywhere, but it is just a change. The same is true for the mainstream elite group in Harvard. The label on them has not changed much compared to a hundred years ago. It is still: born in a family, rich, powerful, well-educated, and well-connected. It would be better if they were men up.

It is popular in American high schools to use identity symbols to divide groups, and universities are no exception. Even the division of groups is much more detailed than that of middle schools. William observed carefully and found that there are so many types of small groups that he can't count them: it seems that there are White people with money and power (sponsored to enter the school); rich people, all white or mixed with one or two well-dressed blacks (sponsored to enter the school); intellectual elites from the middle class, black and white sit separately (high score, no sponsorship); "Nerds", black-white-Asian-Indian mixed sitting (high score or even full score); muscular sports students, black-white mixed sit (low score); Middle Eastern dress, African dress, Asian Lone Rangers (either the children of high-ranking officials or ambassadors or the descendants of royal chiefs) with faces of descendants and arrogant faces...

Harvard has no fixed classes. Even if they study the same major, different students may take different courses in addition to one-third of the required courses. The dormitory building and restaurant are the main social places for students, so here On two occasions, the phenomenon of "dividing people into groups" is also particularly obvious.

"I think you are great, and it should be a pleasure to make friends with you. Who cares about other people's opinions." William raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "However, do you know that my sunglasses are from Prada? It really surprised me."

"What made me come from San Francisco, man," replied Christopher Dixon with a shrug.

San Francisco's urban labels: Silicon Valley, gay, Golden Gate Bridge.Arguably the most gay-friendly city in America.

"Understood." William couldn't help laughing.

……

"...So, you really have a publishing house in the UK?" In a black telephone booth on the Harvard campus, William was holding the receiver and making an overseas call with Lance in London.

"Yes, and it's in London. The inheritance my mother left me is called Waddington Publishing House." Lance said while thinking: "The medium-sized book category mainly focuses on novels, cookbooks and children's books. This year It is estimated that 360 new books will be published, and the profit will not be much, but the development is still normal.”

Lance's mother, Jenny Roderick, was named Waddington in her maiden family. This is a large European family with family members spread all over Britain, France, Germany, Switzerland and other countries. Although Lance's grandfather's family is not the most prominent one , but also a well-known wealthy businessman in Britain, Jenny Waddington loved reading since she was a child, so when she was young, the old Waddington couple bought a small publishing house and gave it to Jenny as her coming-of-age gift.

After Jenny Waddington married to the United States, the publishing house was managed by the old Waddington couple. In the past 20 years, a small or even mini publishing house that only publishes less than [-] new books every year has developed into the British publishing industry. The second echelon, and then Jenny passed away due to illness, and the inheritance left the publishing house to her son Lance. Lance is now an adult and living in London, so Waddington Press has been back since he went to England. In the hands of the real owner.

"A children's book? It's great!" William almost jumped up excitedly.

What's even better is that this publishing house only belongs to Lance, not the Roderick Group. They have absolute trust and pride in Lance and William, but for the Roderick Group, and even the old Mr. Roderick...Taylor · Roderick is not too old to have children, and now the frozen sperm technology is very mature, even at the age of 80, as long as Tyler Roderick wants to, he can create another two or three heirs.

This is definitely the opportunity God left him, no, their chance, absolutely!

"What exactly are you trying to say, Will?" After a pause, Lance asked in an incredulous tone, "Could it be that you wrote a fairy tale novel and want to submit it to me?"

"No, no, it has nothing to do with me, uh, it has something to do with it, like this, Lance, I need you to find someone, if Waddington really does children's books and does well, she should I also contributed to you.”

"Her? Who is she?"

"The real name should be Joanna Rowling." William took a deep breath and said, "The book she wrote is called "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone"..."

In short, William fully expressed his importance to the book "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" in this somewhat long overseas phone call, and hoped (requested) that Lance could sign Joanna Rowling as soon as possible. The urgency to come down, and why he knew that on the other side of the ocean, a single mother who lived on government relief and had never published a book before wrote such a fairy tale. Not a word was mentioned.

God knows William wouldn't be so buggy when he was doing other things.Lance is special.

Lance is not only smart, but also a very careful person. William has shown enough abnormalities in front of Lance since he was a child, so many that he doesn't care at all. Anyway, Lance never said anything , William is acquiescing that he is special.

"Sign "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" written by Joanna Rowling, as well as other works in this series, as well as the right of first refusal for film and television adaptations." After repeating one side according to William's request, Lance finally couldn't bear it and said: "I'll do it, Will, because you've never been nagging, and I think that's ample proof of the importance you attach to this book, and to Joanna Rowling, so stop blah blah blah Now, do you have enough coins for a few more minutes of overseas calls?"

William lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand. The handful of coins exchanged half an hour ago had indeed almost run out: "That's it, Lance, waiting for your good news. Bye."

"Goodbye."

After solving a problem in his mind, William let out a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone, and showed an apologetic smile to the impatient brown-haired girl who couldn't help rolling her eyes outside the phone booth, and received forgiveness from the other party with reddish cheeks After smiling, he quickly walked out of the phone booth and looked for his roommate, Christopher Dixon.

William walked past a chess booth and a fencing club booth, and occasionally stopped to look at the posters in front of the booths. Not long after, he spotted Dixon's figure in front of a booth crowded with people tens of meters away.

Harvard's opening ceremony is well-regulated, and the freshman week is very grand. It is said to be "freshmen's week". In fact, Harvard's orientation activities can start from the end of August when the freshmen enter the school one after another, and continue until the beginning of October, more than a month after the official registration.

Most of the freshmen who arrive at the school early in mid-to-late August are international students. The school will recommend many urban outdoor hiking activities, community activities, and sports and art interest groups organized by the second, third and fourth graders to help them adapt to the new environment. Cultural environment; for local American students who register in early September, there are many freshman mutual aid groups, group dances, parties and parents’ weekends; when all the students have registered, bright red balloons begin to fill Harvard Square, about For nearly a week, members of various interest clubs will come out to set up stalls, not only voluntarily helping freshmen to formulate academic plans and understand student rules, but also spare no effort to promote their clubs and recruit more members.

William smiled and passed by a booth of the Jane Austen Appreciation Fair. Four or five girls in classic white dresses were sitting or standing, and two or three young men in white shirts, leggings and boots were addressing several passers-by in a polite voice. Explaining the story of "Pride and Prejudice", there are many works of Jane Austen and movie and TV posters on the booth for people to browse. The most striking poster was the British BBC TV show last year, sponsored by Colin Firth and Jennifer "Pride and Prejudice" starring Ellie, and "Sense and Sensibility" directed by Ang Lee released at the end of last year.

When passing by a girl with long flaxen hair, William could clearly hear the other party exclaim.

William turned his head and met the incredible gaze of the flaxen-haired girl. On the poster behind her, Edward, the actor of "Sense and Sensibility" played by William, was gazing affectionately at Edrin played by Emma Thompson. look.

William winked at the flaxen-haired girl, she suddenly covered her mouth, William brushed aside a few passers-by in front of him, and walked away quickly.

Christopher Dixon stood in front of a booth with a banner of "Computer Enthusiasts Association". Around him, both men and women were wearing plaid shirts, khaki pants, and black-rimmed glasses. From a distance, they seemed to be about seven or eight alike. Similar, just different hair color.

"Topher? Topher?" William shouted a few times from the outermost edge of the crowd, but Christopher Dixon didn't seem to hear him and didn't look back.

At this time, a man standing in front of William suddenly turned around and bumped his hip on William's still-unsteady thigh. William staggered a few steps to the side and bumped into a deep red table. The hard corner of the table was just right. Knocked at the root of his thigh, he grinned his teeth in pain, and tears were about to flow out.

"Is there something wrong with you? Do you need to call the school doctor?" Although William knocked everything off the table, a beautiful dark-skinned girl sitting behind the booth quickly stood up and started Concerned about William's health.

"No, I'll just take a break, thank you." William rubbed his thighs a few times, and after a little relief, he tried to touch the soles of his feet to the ground. After finding that the pain did not intensify, he returned to the standing position with both feet , while turning his head to thank him, but after seeing the black-skinned girl's full body makeup, he was immediately taken aback--a kind of fright that he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad.

Well, the dark-skinned girl in front of me is beautiful, but her dress is really ahead of her time: glittery silver powder on her afro, heavy eyeshadow and lipstick, a top that doesn't even cover her navel, and jeans full of holes , about 12 cm high.

It was impolite to keep staring at the girl, so William looked away.

He saw a few tables guarded by dark-skinned girls. Compared with other booths, this booth was too low-key—it had no banners, and it was not like a music club where a few members held microphones and sang loudly on the booth. There is only a simple poster of "LGBT" on a black background, a bunch of rainbow flags on the table, and a few open but opaque mysterious boxes.

But the booth is low-key, and the people guarding the booth are not low-key. The two men and one woman sitting behind the table are all dressed up in the same fashion as the black-skinned girl. One of the men is bald but has weird indigo lines painted on the top of his head, and the other seems to be covered in black. The top and bottom are all full of rings.

William was probably standing within three meters of the "LGBT" booth, the only human being dressed in a fairly normal attire. When passing by this booth, many other passers-by deliberately lowered their heads or raised their heads and hurried past without even throwing a glance. It's like avoiding the plague.

'Probably a rock club', William guessed, 'only something rock 'n' roll would explain why they all dressed like that. '

"Wow, do you want to join the club?" Seeing William staring at the booth, the dark-skinned girl turned around and took out a rainbow brooch from a mysterious box, and sold it to William: "The membership fee is only ten yuan, and you can get it if you join. Information about all the clean and safe nightclubs in and around Cambridge, the club holds a party once a week and often has fellowships with other schools, by the way, if you pair up with someone in the club, free condoms and lube for the first time, both Big brand, welcome to join us."

"..." If you haven't reacted after seeing the rainbow flag and the rainbow brooch, if William doesn't understand the nature of this society after hearing these words, he can die.

Swallowing, William asked with difficulty: "What does LGBT mean?"

"You don't know?" The dark-skinned girl was very surprised: "The non-heterosexual community means that we have lesbians, gays, bisexuals, asexuals, and various members who are confused about their gender identity —Wait, you're not gay?"

The enthusiasm in the dark-skinned girl's eyes disappeared, replaced by vigilance and suspicion.

William blinked innocently.

"Whether he is or not, he is not a member. Goodbye!" Christopher Dixon suddenly fell from the sky, grabbed William's arm and dragged him away, saving him from the extremely awkward atmosphere.

The dark-skinned girl pouted, turned around and walked back to the booth, throwing the rainbow brooch into the box.

"He's so handsome." The man covered in rings bit his index finger and said regretfully.

"Jonathan, you are crazy about dating. The handsome guy just now was dressed so normally. He wouldn't take a fancy to you who 'wear' at least dozens of rings on your body."

"Please, you know that these rings are all fake." Jonathan rolled his eyes at the dark-skinned girl, and at the same time kept moving his hands, and he "removed" the realistic silver rings from his body one by one. Halfway through, Jonathan stopped his movements suddenly, and looked up at the others suspiciously: "Do you think that very hot guy just now looks familiar?"