Chapter 1 Students expelled from the University of Southern California (")

"Don't worry, I'm living well. Please, mom, you don't know. The weather in Los Angeles is similar to San Francisco, so how can it make me cold?" Wang Yang held the microphone and leaned against the phone booth, looking at the scenery of the campus outside, while pretending to be excited: "A few days ago, I saw Robert Zemegis. Yes! He is the director of "Forrest Gump". He is also an alumnus of the University of Southern California. He was invited by our principal to give a lecture. It's great. I talked with him for a long time that day. Oh, he is very easy-going and a good person..."

It was April, and the weather in Los Angeles was warm and pleasant. I gradually bid farewell to the cold winter rain and headed towards the hot summer. The lawn of the Nanka University Film and Television Academy was green, and young students were lying scattered on the green grass, reading books, chatting, and fiddling with the DV camera, making a vigorous scene.

"Well, I'll have to go to a crew to help later... Hey, I came as soon as I said it. My classmate called me to leave. I'm dead, bye!"

As soon as he put down the microphone, Wang Yang let out a long breath, and his face immediately changed from being excited to being decadent. Looking at the leisure students on the lawn, he couldn't help but scratch his hair in trouble and cursed in disgust: "Fuck!"

He tightened his windbreaker, picked up a cardboard box full of miscellaneous items on the ground, walked out of the school step by step, and looked at the beautiful scenery around him from time to time. The University of Southern California Film and Television Academy was originally the place where he dreamed of sailing, but now everything is ruined.

Wang Yang is a Chinese. He has immigrated to the United States since his grandfather's generation. His grandfather organized a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, San Francisco, and then his father took over. The restaurant has been open until today. However, after two generations of efforts, this "family business" has not only not grown, but has become increasingly devastating. He usually does business with neighbors and acquaintances, and has been on the verge of closing for many years.

Although Wang Yang grew up in a restaurant, he had no interest in cooking and cooking, and was extremely passionate about movies. At the age of 9, after watching "Paradise Cinema", he strengthened his determination to be a director. Well, at that time, he thought that a movie projectionist like the old man Aifedo was the director.

Anyway, he has been moving towards this goal since then, and he did it, at the age of 18, he entered the Film and Television Academy of Southern California, studied film and television production majors, and everything went in a good direction, if that didn't happen.

That happened a week ago, and then he was fired, and in his second semester of freshman year, he was fired.

Thinking of the causes and consequences, Wang Yang sighed helplessly, his head aches. He had finished his bachelor's degree at the University of Southern California, and could continue to pursue a master's degree, or find some jobs as assistant directors, accumulate experience and wait for the opportunity to become a director. But as he was expelled from school, the director's dream was getting farther and farther away from him.

"Hey, isn't that our Chinese guy (chink)? Where are you going?" Several young people walked over on the lawn, four men and two women, except for one man, a black man, the others were white. The blond white man in the head smiled and pretended to be a monkey dancing with his hands, making a strange voice: "ping-pang, ping-pang?ching-chong, ching-chong?"

With his strange sound, the other men and women laughed, with ridicule and contempt on their faces, and looked at Wang Yang disdainfully.

Although Wang Yang is from the United States, he doesn't know how many times he has heard these words since he was a child. He likes his yellow skin and dark eyes, he likes Chinese characters, Chinese food, and Chinese culture. He has never discriminated against others. He hates racial discrimination, but the reason for his expulsion is racial discrimination.

It was an unjust case. That day, he encountered the situation like the current one. He was insulted and provoked by a black classmate. Even his mother was scolded. He could not bear it anymore. He could not control his emotions and beat people in anger.

The black classmate named Terence Ben, who is very handsome, but Wang Yang has been learning Bajiquan from a Chinese master since childhood. Although he is not good at practicing martial arts, he is not a problem to deal with Terence, who only has brute force. While beating Terence, Wang Yang cursed: "Is this what you want? Fuck!"

Unfortunately, the sentence "fuck-you!" happened to be heard by a teacher who came to hear the news, and the teacher was a black man, Gary Martin.

Afterwards, Terence Ben complained first, turned the matter upside down, insisting that Wang Yang insulted him, and then punched and punched him. Although Wang Yang tried his best to explain, there was no one else on the lawn at that time, and no one could testify to him; Terence Ben had a black teacher Gary Martin for him, so the school believed Terence Ben, and Wang Yang was expelled from school.

What’s funny is that he is now surrounded by “racial discrimination”, but no one presides over justice for him.

"Bruce-lee, what do you want, banana? Oh, come and eat it!" The blonde white man named Matthew smiled and made a few hip-studded moves, and said with a smile: "Come on, I know you like it!"

The other five young people also burst into laughter. They all knew about Wang Yang's fire, so they came to ridicule him. It's not that Wang Yang had messed with them, but that Asian identity has become the target of these boring people's fun.

If you say "nigger" to a black man and go to court, it will definitely be racial discrimination; but if you say "chink" or "chinaman" to a Chinese, you will rarely be racial discrimination. This is the other side of this highly democratic and equal country.

"Ok, you angered me." Wang Yang slowly put down the cardboard box and stepped forward to grab the hippie-faced Matthew's collar: "Give you two choices, one, apologize; the other, I'll send you to the hospital."

"Oh, Chinese boy, do you want to hit me?" Matthew's freckled face flashed with panic, and he pretended to be calm: "If you want to go to jail, you can do it."

Wang Yang smiled and said calmly: "If you want to be a priest, I can kick your balls out."

Thinking of Terence Ben's quarterback figure, he was beaten into a pig's head by Wang Yang in front of him, Matthew couldn't help but swallow. The three men and two women next to him were also nervous, and they shouted "Hi, calm, calm", but Wang Yang glanced at them with the corner of his eyes, and they were a little silent. Who knows if they would beat them up?

"Okay, you can serve God intently." Wang Yang's face changed. Before he finished speaking, he pulled his hand hard and pretended to lift his right leg.

Matthew was startled and shouted anxiously: "Wait, wait!" While struggling hard, he shouted: "I apologize, I apologize! I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Oh! Along with Matthew’s five accomplices, the newly onlookers patted their foreheads and said "come-on" one after another, expressing dissatisfaction with Matthew’s apology.

"Are you an idiot?" Wang Yang still had a calm tone, but the murderous aura in his eyes made Matthew unable to resist. Matthew was determined to end soon, so he nodded and said, "Well, I am, I am..." Wang Yang asked, "What is it?" Matthew said in a disgusting manner: "asshole..."

Booing around, Matthew's accomplices rolled their eyes, and several blonde beauties muttered and snickered, which made Matthew feel a little embarrassed and blushed in an instant.

Wang Yang smiled slightly, gently patted Matthew's face with his hands, and said, "Little ladies, do you want to kill me? Come with a gun!" After that, he pushed hard on his hand, and Matthew staggered and retreated suddenly.

Amidst booing, Wang Yang picked up the cardboard box on the ground and walked out of the school. When he arrived at the school gate, he couldn't help but stop, looking back at the campus that he had longed for many years but was about to leave sadly. Goodbye, the tall and old towering trees; goodbye, the green and pleasant soft lawn... He took a deep breath and strided out of the school gate.

Where to go? Wang Yang was holding a cardboard box and walked aimlessly on the streets of Los Angeles. The streets were crowded with people, and the sound of traffic lights sounded from time to time. Wang Yang stood in front of the intersection, a little confused and didn't know where he was going.

After some efforts, he is still hiding his parents from his parents. Otherwise, he would have been forced to go back to San Francisco and then take over the "family business" and become the third generation chef in the restaurant.

"Doing food, rice, oil and salt all day long? I don't want it!" Wang Yang shook his head and shouted in his heart: "My efforts and dreams for so many years are to become an excellent director and shoot good movies. Now, because of being wronged, I want me to go back to guard a restaurant that is about to go bankrupt?!"

He remembered the ecstasy when he was admitted to the University of Southern California, the congratulations and envious eyes of his friends, the kindness of his parents who were both expectant and caring, wanted to encourage but were afraid of pressure, and the sentence "Son, if you can't make it in Los Angeles, you will come back to San Francisco, and the spoons of the restaurant are waiting for you to take over."

Oh my God, when I think of going back, my parents would say, "Son, I know you can't make a movie, you'd better stay in a restaurant to cook." Wang Yang couldn't help but yell, "It's better to let a car hit me to death!"

Damn! Wang Yang smiled self-deprecatingly: "Although I like Chinese food, I don't like being a chef!" I don't want to go back in shame, and then be teased by friends and comforted by my parents in disappointment! I will not give up!

Just as Wang Yang encouraged himself and was halfway through the road, a woman pushing a bb car behind suddenly took off her hand. The bb car broke out of control and hit his butt. With a bang, the trance Wang Yang was caught off guard and fell forward by being hit. The cardboard box in his hand flew up and was sprinkled all over the floor.

"Oh! God!" Passersby around all exclaimed with their hands covering their mouths, and saw the little baby without a seat belt popping out and flying in the air!

With a puff, Wang Yang fell to the ground hard; with another puff, the baby hit his head and landed safely.
Chapter completed!