3 Chapter 3 Party

Mr. Reynolds took the family's five-year-old black Chevrolet to the basement of a grand estate. Despite Jay's frequent assertions that he was faster at flying and didn't need anyone to send him, someone did. Mr. Reynolds was very adamant, so he had to give in. Mr. Reynolds wished him well as he parked the car, smiled, and watched him enter the opulent structure.

Two weeks ago, Jay completed his second and final high school education. Lois, the class's well-known "little rich girl," gladly offered her home for a party. Her dad is a well-known investor in the area's financial markets. Lois' disposition almost completely interprets the picture of an affluent girl. She is well-liked by her peers because she rarely exercises financial restraint and spends a lot of money. She entered the school that day having name tags plastered all over her body, and here she stands before you, a strange little lady with an equally peculiar expression on her face.

After taking the elevator to the top floor, Jay entered Lois' living room through a door that was lavishly furnished, and he found himself in a world that was utterly alien to him. The living room is almost exaggerated, or perhaps it would be more accurate to describe it a palace. Ten metres off the ground, a golden hemisphere covers the ceiling, and crystal lamps with polygonal shapes dangle from the ceiling, each emitting a different colour light. There was rock music playing and the young students were singing and dancing, letting out their boundless energy.

"Jay?"

As soon as Jay brought the door, a chubby little obese man in the class recognised him, standing at the dining table and waved at him joyfully, with a lot of costly food in his mouth.

The guy's name was Pearson, and he was the first classmate Jay remembered on campus. Not because the guy is exceptionally well-built and impressive, but because of a chance encounter during lunchtime on their second day of school.

At first, as is often the case with school bullying, a mob of bigger older kids forced the overweight Pearson into an empty bike shed, forcing him to hand over his coins and sandwiches for lunch.

Luckily for him, Jay happened to be passing by and spotted it that day. Since it was just a small effort, Jay promptly came forward to stop the misbehaviour of other people. Those males didn't know what to do, but they were all beaten down by Jay effortlessly. Later, these guys were not convinced and called in many mates to teach this nosy boy a lesson, but the outcome was still all over the street.

Hearing Pearson yelling his name, the focus of the other students who were hilarious also switched their attention, and the swarming surged forward in an instant. It was like finding a rare animal from the zoo embarrassed Jay. Someone shouted: "You came! Lois said you would be there tonight. We all believed it was bragging!"

Lois put one hand on her slender waist, proudly exhibiting a triumphant smile to the sisters alongside her, with an expression like saying, "See, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

It is no wonder that he is so popular - when you have kept the highest grades in the school for a long time, you are extremely athletic, and you are a star player on the school football team, that bright halo is impossible to hide. In fact, in everyone's perspective, Jay Reynolds is such a person, the accolades he has earned can nearly pile up like a hill, and each of them is beyond the reach of regular pupils. In this high school, he was nearly synonymous with perfection.

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So such a person must have many friends, right?

On the contrary, after three years of high school, he had hardly a single friend to call him. The reason is fairly obvious - that is, he is too good. Everyone looks up to him and admires him, yet it is akin to worshipping an idol who is a little taller than himself. To others, he is like an unachievable existence. Most folks walk side by side with him after school. It would be unnecessarily nervous, not to mention calling him a brother.

For similar reasons, he'd never been to a party, and he'd politely declined all invites, which was his first, so it's no wonder everyone was so startled.

So Jay can be deemed to have offered enough face this time, and Lois's face almost turned into a flow. She cleared her throat and added, "What are you doing so quietly? Get up! This is a celebration!"

The cheers rose again like a tide, and the mood was abruptly pushed up again, and the sound of the stereo that covered the entire living room made the floor hum.

Lois slipped through the crowd, twisted her wonderful waist, and slowly approached Jay, sparkling in the group like the single rose in the green bushes.

"Hi." She waved her hand and added, "I'm delighted you came here. There is food and drink over there; you can enjoy it as you like... If you're done, let me know, and I'll arrange a servant. Plus, you can join everyone over there and sing, maybe do two dances...can you dance?"

She blinked, her emerald eyes brilliant like pearls.

Jay smiled politely. "Sorry, not my speciality."

"So you still have something you're not excellent at." Lois chuckled and added, "Just kidding. Try to have fun!"

"Thanks."

Lois twisted her waist and walked away, and the chubby little Pearson gently approached to Jay's side, glanced at her back dazedly, and whispered: "Boss, if I confess to her, I can. How many chances are there?"

Jay smiled, "Maybe you should try; after all, there might not be a chance, right?"

Pearson shook his head like a rattle: "Forget it, the lads who want to follow her can't fit in a train; there is no hope for me; I still have this self-knowledge. But boss, your opportunity is not tiny; you pay attention. Did she see you in the eyes? She's interested in you, boss!"

Jay grinned and shook his head but did not answer.

When the party was at its worst, a group of males drinking alcohol at the table looked to be raising a fuss, and there was a "clang" sound of glassware shattering in the crowd of voices. Lois snapped at them: "Try not to break things, gentlemen! Or I'll have to ask you out!"

"Sorry, sorry." A golden-haired boy clad in denim, five-five and three-thick, grinned regretfully, "We must pay attention next."

"Yo, genius!" Another non-mainstream boy with Erlang's legs crossed and surrounded by several younger brothers danced the wine bottle in Jay's direction and said, "Would you like anything awesome?" I said, and he quickly hurried to himself: "Ah, I remember it! You are an obedient and good boy. Your mommy obviously won't let you drink, right?"

"Spike! I don't care what's wrong with you, but don't cause trouble in my house!" Lois yelled passionately, reflexively gazing at Jay from the corner of her eye, dreading that this distinguished guest who rarely arrived on the scene would be upset T.urn away.

Spike also had a holiday with Jay, which wasn't a secret to everyone. Spike was not a well-behaved student in junior high school. When he first attended high school, he established groups according to his habit and often bullied weak kids. Until one day, he got hot-headed and couldn't stand Jay, who was too good in every aspect.

After that, he didn't dare to hunt for Jay's terrible luck again, but he didn't give up any chance to hit him; but most of them were immature acts that were pissed off, and Jay never took it to heart.

Facing the annoyed Lois, Spike lifted his hands innocently and stated, "Hey, I'm just trying to get along well with my students. That's how friendships between boys are developed, don't you think?"

The younger sibling next him hurriedly responded yes, concerned that his nod was delayed by half a second.

Jay didn't become furious either; they rushed up to him in a hurry, took down a bottle of wine, and said, "Okay, then whomever pours first loses; how?"

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