Today, Jing Jian is dressed in an ordinary dress, and even the cars he drives are ordinary home cars, but he doesn't want to be too arrogant in UCLA. Especially when he enters the teaching building, he meets a few Chinese-looking students, and he has no intention of chatting with them at all, and he doesn't even show his appearance to avoid them. He just comes to learn and doesn't want to get involved in all the messy things.

Fortunately, American universities are basically open-ended education. Strictly speaking, there is no grade division at all. You can graduate smoothly by just completing the required credits. Therefore, there are basically no fixed classes or classmates. As long as you are willing, it is okay not to make friends with any classmates.

In addition to their own professional courses, undergraduate students must also obtain certain credits in the fields of mathematics, English, foreign languages, arts, experimental sciences, non-experimental sciences, politics and history.

The first course that Jing Jian took today is art photography and video art appreciation. Jing Jian believes that courses like this are almost equivalent to giving credits. As a person who can even vomit even when he plays selfies in his previous life, would he worry about photography and video?

Sure enough, there were indeed many students who chose this elective course, and it seemed that there were all majors. A man with white freckles and curly hair sat beside Jing Jian. He looked at Jing Jian curiously: "Hello, I'm Mills, I'm very happy to know you."

"Luckily, I'm Bramble." Although I didn't have any deep friendship, normal politeness was still needed.

"Bramble..." Mills showed a memory expression.

"What?" Jing Jian was a little strange.

"It's nothing. I just think I've heard this name somewhere. I can't remember it for a moment." Mills smiled at Jing Jian, and approached him as if he was familiar and whispered, "Have you watched the game against USC (University of Southern California) last night?"

Jing Jian shook his head with a smile: "I'm not very familiar with American sports competitions. In fact, I'm a Chinese student. However, I will definitely cheer for UCLA in the future." UCLA and USC are not only first-class universities, but also first-class sports institutions in the United States. The two universities are both fond and in love in a series of competitions such as basketball and American football. In a sense, they are the same-city derby in Los Angeles.

"Oh? From China?" Mills suddenly changed his interest. "Your language is quite fluent. I thought you were...? Can you tell me? How about China?"

"Many places are like the United States. For example, they like sports very much." Sports, like art, are boundless most of the time. Such topics will not cause any controversy or trouble.

"I know that your table tennis is very good."

"No, dear Mills, the most amazing thing about us is actually football, which is British football. Haha." Jing Jian joked with a smile when he saw the professor walk into the classroom.

"Hello guys." The professor who came in was a "young white man" who was less than forty, and this greeting was a bit alternative, as if it was a little more American casual and less dignity of teachers. "My name is Sag, and I know what you think, I want those cute 3 credits. But unfortunately, you actually met me. Who made you a good baby from UCLA? Okay, class is now started."

It is similar to the first class of each course in an American university. Professor Sager first gave you a detailed course introduction, which explained the teaching tasks and the rules of the semester in detail. Jing Jian looked at it and was surprised to find that the course introduction was terrible, and it was so detailed that the textbooks needed for each class of each week for students to preview in advance. In addition, the time and date of this exam and the chapters and contents involved were marked in detail. In addition, completely different from the imagination, there were actually two small photography practice homework and a large 15-minute photography practice homework. This...? There is no need to be so professional, right?

Seeing that Mills beside him seemed calm, Jing Jian was a little surprised: "Mills, this credit is a bit difficult to get, right?"

Unexpectedly, Mills despised Jing Jian for a glance: "UCLA's film art-related courses have never been easy to get. Don't forget that we are the holy land of world movies, a little better than USC."

Jing Jian was stunned and almost vomited blood. He immediately remembered that UCLA's Academy of Drama, Film and Television, together with USC, New York, and the American Film Academy, were also known as the four prestigious schools in the United States. Of course, due to Hollywood's unparalleled influence, it is also the four prestigious schools in the world's film major. And in such a prestigious school, he actually took photography and video appreciation? Isn't that the standard standard sheep enters the tiger's mouth?

"Damn!" Jing Jianzhen was a little amused. This elective course was the only elective course that Jing Jian chose on his own initiative, and he did not follow the correct advice of Qin Zi and Cao Haiyan. If he had known this was the case, he would honestly choose the "classical literature appreciation" they chose.

"Hi, Chinese boy, do you have any comments?" Professor Sager asked with a smile when he heard the movement Jing Jian made.

"It's nothing, professor." Jing Jieke stood up and showed a passionate smile. "I am amazed and excited by our achievements in film profession!" Since he came, he would be content with it. It would be impossible to make a few more flatteries.

"I like your verbal discourse, but you won't have special care." Professor Sager continued to ask, "Chinese boy, what are your name?"

"Jing Jian, you can call me Bramble."

"Very good, Mr. Bramble. And all the gentlemen and ladies." Professor Sager waved his hand and asked Jing Jian to sit down and started the formal class. "I believe that everyone here has taken photos and watched movies, and even moved, laughed, and cried for many excellent movies... But we often only notice the plot of the movie, but rarely noticed the film's camera skills. The basis of film photography is photography. Okay, let's enjoy a set of photos first..."

To adjust the light, Professor Sager turned on the slide projector. But at this moment, Mills beside him suddenly exclaimed: "Wow, you are Bramble! God!"

The quiet atmosphere in the classroom was immediately broken. Professor Sager stopped his movements and looked at Mills with some anger. Mills immediately stood up, pointed at Jing Jian, and apologized: "I'm sorry, professor, I just couldn't help it. He..., Branble he..."

"Oh my goodness, Bramble?"

"He's Branble?"

“…”

Unexpectedly, some students also began to discuss. When they found that the situation seemed to be wrong, Professor Sager frowned slightly: "Okay, Mr. Bramble, I find that you seem to be quite famous. Can you introduce yourself to who you are?"

"Who am I?" Jing Jian was puzzled, why did he suddenly talk about himself? Is it still the first day he was in ULCA today?
Chapter completed!