4 Chapter 4 Under the Glory

Ten minutes later, Spike thoroughly regretted criticising the freak's booze intake. If he knew in advance that this guy had such a huge level of alcohol, he would not dig his own tomb if he killed him.

When Jay came up, he raised his head and drank an entire bottle of wine, as relaxed and comfortable as drinking a bottle of spring water. Then he put the empty bottle on the table and added with wonderful kindness that you can all serve it together.

When he drank an entire bottle of wine in one go, Spike had begun to realise that he might have gnawed on a hard bone, but he was already riding a tiger. When Jay arrogantly announced that you could continue on together, he couldn't help but instantly regain his confidence - I'm terrified of drinking you alone, but can't we stand up to you alone with so many of us?

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The fact is that it seems to be the case...

The empty wine bottles tumbled on the ground, and the last little brother Spike could instruct was already drunk, murmuring blankly "I've tried my best" and so on, lying on the side of the table, joining in. In the midst of his brothers who were already sleeping comfortably. And Jay had once again drank a new bottle of whiskey and placed it in the pile of empty bottles. He grinned genially at Spike, his face still as normal, and Spike couldn't help but start thinking again if the other party had stolen the whiskey for some juice.

The classmates who were watching the enthusiasm had already began to coax him. His face transformed into a pig's liver colour. Finally, he clenched his teeth and resolved to go out of his way. He grabbed a new wine bottle, rapidly opened the cork, and proceeded to open his mouth as Jay did...

For a moment, the person was likewise unconscious amid the boos from everyone. It doesn't look like his alcohol intake is particularly good, but Jay always gave the image of a good student in the past and didn't seem to have anything to do with alcohol. However, the fact is that this is actually his first time drinking, but his body's tolerance to alcohol is extremely exceptional, even if he drinks another 30 to 50 pounds.

Jay was on the patio outside the living room a few minutes later.

The balconies of privileged people are certainly spectacular. Here Jay found a private open-air swimming pool with marble floor tiles all around, and it was brilliantly portrayed in colourful light from the living room glass. The view from the balcony overlooking the entire city is also quite good. The metropolis at night is as dazzling as day, and the gorgeous lights interweave into a lovely tulle that gently covers the area.

Lois pushed lightly on the door and moved to the balcony, leaning alongside Jay. The evening wind blew gently, causing her golden hair to flutter in the wind, and the aroma of the beautiful perfume disappeared along with the wind.

"The celebration is inside," Lois answered with a smile.

"Well, I know," Jay said. "Just coming to get some air."

Lois nodded: "Can you hold on? I mean...you just drank a lot."

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

Lois looked at him, and after making sure that he was no different than usual, she smiled: "Looks like you surprised everyone again, but I didn't expect you to be impeccable in terms oregarding I'm getting more and more I wonder how many talents you have."

"Don't expect too much," Jay said half-jokingly, "because I'm running out of surprises."

She smiled and leaned against the rooftop railing, looking down at the colourful metropolis, blond hair brushing from her whitewashed cheeks. She leaned a few centimetres closer to Jay's, on purpose or not, and asked casually, "So, what school are you going to attend after you graduate? Harvard? Oxford?"

Jay shook his head. "I think I'll stay local."

Lois turned her head to the side: "Why? You should be free to choose with your talent, right?"

"Metropolis...isn't bad," he said, looking down at the crisscrossing streets. "I guess I'm just used to staying here."

Lois looked at the bustling night scene of the city in a trance, smiled bitterly, and said, "Yes, this city looks so beautiful. Looking down from here is like shining gold everywhere, giving you a sense of standing. The illusion in a gold mine. But not at all; it gives you the illusion of hope to lure you into approaching it, hugging it, and then stabbing you in the blood when you least expect it."

Jay glanced at her unexpectedly, and Lois' cheeks flushed from a little drink or sheer excitement.

"You're a little drunk," Jay reminded.

"Maybe, but I'm clear-headed," she said stubbornly. "I know what my classmates see me as—tough, authoritative, with a lot of wasteful money, anything you want. But that's just What I've shown you. The truth is, I'm tired and a little bit out of breath. Dad was seriously injured in the doomsday invasion six years ago. He saved his life but also fell ill. The old illness broke out, and he passed away, leaving the messy mess of the company. The doomsday crisis brought an economic crisis to the company, and at the critical juncture of the company, the older men at the top of the company fought for their rights and interests. My mother only knows how to cry daily, and all these messes can only be left to me. Sometimes I feel it would be as good as other ordinary classmates..."

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Sheout a long sigh, showing an indescribably tired look, a gesture she had never demonstrated in front of any other classmates. She smiled wryly at Jay, "I'm sorry, I've never said this to anyone else, and before I knew it...you must think I'm doing it on purpose and making a fuss?"

Jay shook his head. "No, I can understand. Everyone has their battles, and everyone who is envied and admired by everyone has their troubles."

"You understand." Lois sneered away and giggled, "What about you? Even you have your troubles?"

"Yes, I have."

"Do you mind sharing?" Lois raised her eyebrows.

Jay smiled. "Next time, if you have a chance."

"It's unfair; I've shared it with you." Lois said, looking up at the sky and sighing, "Sometimes, when I encounter various difficulties, I can't help but think of you. I would think, if Reynolds was in my position, it must be easy to find a solution? Because everything you do seems easy, I think if I could have half of you do it."

The two were silent for a while. The traffic flow on the golden street below is still rushing, and the bald head of Lex Luthor, the CEO of Lex Group, jumped out on a giant electronic display on the business plaza across the street. This guy has been a popular figure in the United States recently. At this time, he started a speech on the theme of "Why Humans Don't Need Superman" and announced the exciting progress in which areas his company has made these days.

"It's ironic, isn't it?" Lois laughed sarcastically. "These people gave up their souls without hesitation, but instead, they are complacent daily."

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

"once."

Lois changed her words, breaking the somewhat cold atmosphere, and said, "Sorry, today is party time; I shouldn't say such unpleasant things. Go back; it's getting cold here, don't make everyone wait too long. 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 lights in the living room reflected that the figure was skinny, adding a sense of desolation compared to the past.

Looking at the lively living room with singing and dancing, Jay suddenly felt that he didn't belong in this place. He should belong in a place like this balcony—a cool breeze alone in the dark, a quiet audience just a few steps away from the party.

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