Chapter 4: Under the Glory

Ten minutes later, Spike had completely regretted challenging this freak's alcohol intake. If he knew in advance that this guy had such a monster level of alcohol, then he would not dig his own grave if he killed him.

When Jay came up, he raised his head boldly and poured a whole bottle of wine, just as relaxing as he was drinking a bottle of mineral water. Then he put the empty bottle on the table, and said with great magnanimity that you can put it all together.

When he poured out a whole bottle of wine in one breath, Spike had already begun to realize that he might have gnawed a hard bone, but he was already riding a tiger. When Jay arrogantly declared that you can go together, he can't help but feel confident again-I'm afraid to drink you alone, can't we be better than you with so many people together?

The fact is that the visual inspection is really like this...

The empty wine bottle fell to the ground, and the last little brother Spike could instruct was already drunk, mumbling vaguely, "I have done my best," and leaning on the table, joining He was already in the ranks of brothers who were asleep. And Jay had drunk a new bottle of whiskey again and placed it in the pile of empty bottles. He smiled kindly at Spike, his complexion still as usual, so Spike couldn't help but wonder again if the other party had stolen the whiskey for some kind of juice.

The classmates who watched the excitement had already started to make a fuss, his face turned into a pig liver color, and finally gritted his teeth and decided to go all out. He also grabbed a new wine bottle, quickly removed the cork, and started to open his mouth just like Jay...

For a moment, this guy was also unconscious in the boos of everyone. It seems that his drinking capacity is not particularly good, but Jay always gives the impression of being a good student in the past, and it seems that he is completely out of touch with the alcohol. However, the fact is that this is indeed his first time drinking, but his body's ability to tolerate alcohol is quite extraordinary, even if he drinks another thirty or fifty pounds.

A few minutes later, Jay came to the rooftop outside the living room.

The balcony of the wealthy house is really extraordinary. Jay found a private open-air swimming pool here. The pavement was covered with marble floor tiles. The colorful light from the glass in the living room rendered it colorful and beautiful. The view from the balcony overlooking the entire city is also quite good. The metropolis at night is as bright as the day before, and the brilliant lights are intertwined into a soft tulle gently covering the city.

Lois pushed the door gently, walked to the balcony, and got close to Jay. The evening breeze swept gently, making her blonde hair flutter in the wind, and the scent of precious perfumes was blown away.

"The party is inside." Lois said with a smile.

"Well, I know," Jay said, "just to blow the hair."

Lois nodded: "You can still hold it? I mean...you just drank a lot."

"It's okay." Jay smiled. "I have never tried this before, but I think it should be fine to blow the night breeze."

Lois looked at him for a while, and made sure that he was no stranger than usual, and then smiled: "It looks like you surprised everyone again. I didn't expect that your drinking volume is also impeccable. I am getting more and more Curious about how many specialties you have."

"Don't expect too much," Jay said half-jokingly, "because my surprises are almost running out."

She smiled and leaned against the railing of the rooftop, looking down at the colorful metropolis, with golden hair flicking across her whitewashed cheeks. She deliberately or unintentionally approached Jay a few centimeters, and asked in a casual tone: "So, what school are you going to after graduation? Harvard? Oxford?"

Jay shook his head: "I think I will stay here."

Lois turned her head halfway: "Why? With your talent, choice should be very free, right?"

"Metropolis... there is nothing wrong." He said, looking at the criss-cross streets below, "I think I'm just used to staying here."

Lois stared at the bustling night scene of the city with a bitter smile, and said: "Yes, this city looks so beautiful. Looking down from here is like shining gold everywhere, giving you a kind of standing The illusion in the gold mine. But it's not like that at all. It gives you a hopeful illusion and tricks you into approaching it and hugging it, and then it will poke you bloody when you are most invincible."

Jay glanced at her unexpectedly, and Loyce's cheek was flushed with pure excitement for some reason.

"You are a little drunk," Jay reminded.

"Perhaps, but my mind is clear." She said stubbornly. "I know what my classmates see me like-tough, arrogant, with money to squander, whatever you want. But that's just The way I let everyone see. The truth is, I'm tired and out of breath. My father was seriously injured in the doomsday invasion six years ago. Although he saved his life at the time, he also left the root of the disease. Last year he The old illness broke out, passed away, and threw down the messy mess of the company. The doomsday crisis brought an economic crisis to the company, and the old men at the top of the company were fighting for their rights and interests. My mother only knows to cry every day, and these messy things can only be handed over to me. Sometimes I really feel that if it is as good as other ordinary classmates..."

Speaking of this, she sighed a long way, revealing a look of exhaustion that could not be concealed, which was also a gesture she had never revealed in front of any other classmates. She smiled bitterly at Jay: "I'm sorry, I have never said this to anyone else, unknowingly...You must think that I am deliberately groaning and groaning?"

Jay shook his head: "No, I can understand. Everyone has their own battle, and everyone who is envied and admired by everyone will have their own troubles."

"Do you really understand." Lois swept away her sullen expression and giggled. "Then what about you? Do you even worry about yourself?"

"Yes."

"Mind if you share it?" Lois raised her eyebrows.

Jay smiled: "Next time, if there is a chance."

"It's really unfair, I shared it with you." Lois said, looking to the sky, and sighed, "Sometimes when I encounter various difficulties, I can't help but think of you. I would think that if Reynolds was in my position, he would be able to find a solution easily? Because what you do seems to be easy, so... I think if I can have half of you Just be able to do it."

Both were silent for a while. The traffic on the golden street below is still turbulent, and the bald head of Lex Luthor, CEO of Lex Group, jumped out of a huge electronic display on the business square across the street. This guy is a popular figure in the United States in recent years. At this moment, he started a speech on the theme of "Why do humans do not need Superman" again, and by the way announced the exciting progress his company has made in which areas this time.

"It's really ironic, isn't it?" Lois smiled sarcastically. "This group of people abandoned their souls without hesitation, but they are complacent every day."

Jay glanced at her and asked, "Are you a fan of Superman?"

"once."

Lois turned around, breaking the cold atmosphere, and said: "Sorry, today is party time, I shouldn't say these unhappy things. Go back, it's getting a little bit cold here, don't let everyone wait too much. Long."

After speaking, she waved to Jay and walked back to the noisy living room. Jay stood in the dark and looked at her back. The crystal light in the living room reflected her figure so thinly, adding a sense of depression compared to the past.

For some reason, looking at the lively living room full of singing and dancing, Jay suddenly felt that he still didn't belong to this place. He should belong to a place like this balcony-someone blowing a cold wind at night, being a quiet audience just a few steps from the party.