It was the first time he had been the leading actor in a film. It was also the first time he had tried to shoot an indie film. He had learned a lot from it.
He had learned how to cooperate with the director and express himself unscrupulously. It was a more unrestrained and free performance than in China.
Gus had not interfered with Qin Guan's performance. The script was there, the actors were there, the people I believed in were there, and the team was there.
Everyone believed in him. It was written in his resume that he was an actor.
The red maple leaves were falling in the wind, bringing with them the smell of maple syrup. Qin Guan stroked his long sideburns and got into his new car under the gazes of the crew members, who waved at him as they walked away.
In the Red Leaves Forest on the side of the street, Alex's parents, who had come to pick him up after finishing filming, were carefully packing their beloved child's luggage for him to go home.
The golden-haired little boy, with a hint of admiration and obsession, watched the blue car leave the neighborhood and disappear into the streets.
"Jimmy, baby, it's time to go home."
"Oh, I'm coming …" The little boy here didn't know how much influence the person in the play he occasionally participated in out of interest would have on the path he would choose in the future.
After returning to campus, Qin Guan finally had a break from the stressful working days and enjoyed the carefree life of a student.
However, the Ivy League football league, which Joseph was always talking about, was about to start. Qin Guan wanted to sleep at home.
In the Ivy League football game, Columbia University could be regarded as the originator of the Ivy League football game.
In 1876, Harvard, Yale, Princeton and Columbia had formed the first college football league in the United States.
Brown, Cornell, Dartmouth, and Pennsylvania, the other four schools in the northeastern United States, joined the league, forming the eight strongest college teams at the time.
Colleges all over the country had followed suit, and now there were as many as 60 football leagues in different regions.
In fact, although Columbia University's current football program was so bad that even rotten tomatoes on the roadside would come and laugh at them, at least they were still tomatoes, and the other team was not even a strand of hair.
Back in the early 1900s, the Ivy League hadn't abolished sports scholarships, nor had they tried to weaken the trend of sports in schools.
At this time, the football teams of these eight schools could be said to be the strongest teams in the United States.
At that time, the Ivy League had always been the champion of the National College Football Competition. After all, the Ivy League had gotten its name from football.
However, with the operation of the entire school and the development of American society, these eight top famous schools found that their operation path had deviated from the main goal of the school, which was to provide elite education.
The sports scholarships, which had promoted the effect of sports stars, had not brought any practical benefits to the development of the universities. Instead, the academic atmosphere had become indifferent.
As a result, people started to reflect on what the purpose of college students was.
In the end, the eight universities had made a wise reform. They had abolished the sports scholarships and devoted all their resources to academic atmosphere and research.
As expected, as history progressed, the Ivy League no longer represented a sports league. Instead, it represented a type of elite school. Whenever people mentioned it, they would only talk about the various celebrities that came out of these schools. No one paid attention to sports anymore.
Of course, after 100 years of history, The Game had become a tradition of the eight universities. Their football league had become a gimmick and a carnival.
On this day, the alumni who had left the university would return to the university one after another. They would gather outside the football stadium with friends they hadn't seen for many years. They would drink hot tea and coffee, put on their school uniforms, and reminisce about the university days that had passed.
The football match was the best time for the universities to make a fortune. The alumni would donate generously, which was a natural and appropriate time.
Therefore, it was not hard to imagine what a feast it would be when the Ivy League began in Columbia University.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei regretted listening to Joseph. He had told them that it was just a simple match and that they should just cheer for the team.
Instead of Joseph, who was enjoying the cheers of the crowd, he was surrounded by a group of people on the stands like a sandwich.
Columbia's football skills aside, the players' outfits were gorgeous. The white protective suits and bright silver helmets made the tall players look even more imposing.
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio Selina and the cheerleaders were jumping and cheering in traditional Columbia uniforms.
Their opponents were Harvard University. Of course, Qin Guan was also there. He was the only one of the five students from the cram school who hadn't chosen New York.
Sure enough, his passion for sports and his sturdy physique naturally led him to join the school's rugby team.
He was the only Chinese player on the two teams, which was enough to make the students feel proud.
The players of the two teams were preparing on the sidelines. As the home team, Columbia University had the advantage, so most of the audience was in the stands.
Harvard, on the other hand, was very united. The Harvard people in New York would rather not go to work today than wear the most traditional Harvard uniforms and T-shirts to cheer for their alma mater.
John waved at Qin Guan and called him to the corridor. He handed him a long-sleeved T-shirt in a mysterious way.
Qin Guan unfolded the T-shirt and saw that it had the Harvard emblem on it. There was also a sign of encouragement on it.
"Qin Guan, put on your clothes and do me a favor."
"Sigh, this isn't right. This is the uniform of the other party's school. Aren't you just asking me to be beaten up by you by wearing this?"
John turned his head and bared his shiny white teeth. He said proudly, "Don't worry, I won't cheat you."
PS: Thanks to Wind ~ Wind ~ Wind, I'm so touched I'm bubbling.
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