Chapter 14 Ball Game

Jay's excited mood when he got off work was subconsciously slightly affected by the episode on the road. He couldn't help thinking about what the tramp said to him and what it meant, but it wasn't the kind of question that could be answered in a short time.

Jay put all this behind him when he got home and greeted Mrs Reynolds' bright smile. She enthusiastically took Jay's briefcase and asked about his first day of internship. Mrs Reynolds was quite surprised when Jay said he would attend the banquet three days later and was more excited than Jay himself.

Mr Reynolds didn't get home until nearly ten o'clock. Mrs Reynolds complained resentfully that he didn't even reply to a message for coming back so late, but he didn't say a word. Jay noticed that he sat abnormally on the sofa in the living room for a while.

"Jay," Review<span style="color: rgb(41, 42, 51);"> for a football game?"</span>

"Perry arranged the sports page for me this week. It's not going to be difficult; you need to listen to the scores and get a rough idea of ​​the game. You can look through the previous sports pages; most of them are the same; I believe you. Can you do it for me?" Mr Reynolds said, paused, and added, "Just be the first report you are in charge of during your internship."

Jay frowned slightly, smelling something odd. Anyway, such a decision was too hasty, even by my Dad's standards. He asked, "What about you? What are you going to do tomorrow?"

"I have to go on a business trip tomorrow." Mr Reynolds pointed his eyes at the gap in the floor, intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "I'm going to take the 11:15 flight to Chicago tomorrow morning, and I should be back in two or three days. ."

Mrs Reynolds stuck her head out of the kitchen. "Wait, you're going on a business trip? Is it so sudden?"

Jay asked curiously, "Didn't Perry know about this?"

"Yes, he...doesn't know the details for now," Mr Reynolds said. "But it's no big deal, just an exclusive interview. I'll discuss more specific issues with him when I get back."

That's all Mr Reynolds said that night, and he wouldn't say a word more than that. He had something heavy in his heart, and although he refused to say it, it was written on his face.

Jay wasn't very interested in football, and it was odd to say that he was a star player on the school football team. But playing football is too easy for him, so although he can play well, he doesn't care about the game itself.

This was Jay's first time into a real ball game, and when he saw the tsunami of roaring fans in the venue, he almost thought they were crazy. He resisted the urge to use his superpowers and squeezed into the crowded platform, and found his seat facing the seat number on the ticket. The angle of view was unexpectedly good.

The entire game was filled with roaring cheers and boos from fans, and Jay felt that staying here for so long was a torment to his eardrums. At first, watched the game seriously for a while, but his mind soon stopped. He couldn't help but start thinking about the banquet he would attend in two days—with Carla, of course; after a while, he started thinking about Mr Reynolds' unusual behaviour and couldn't help but wonder if Dad might get into some trouble.

But if he was really in trouble, he should have told himself; after all, he already knew what Jay could do.

The game is drawing to a close. Jay judged by another boo throughout the court that the Mets should be dropping points again. He didn't need to pay too much attention to the game to know that the Mets were uncharacteristically poor today, almost completelentirelyby the Gotham Cavaliers. He looked at the scoreboard intentionally or unintentionally. It was 34 to 6. The difference was huge.

"It's disappointing, isn't it?"

A magnetic female voice sounded beside Jay; he turned his head subconsciously and found that it was a young lady sitting beside him. She was wearing a long purple dress, with long smooth, jet-black hair. She had charming facial features. Her fair skin seemed to reflect golden light in the bright sunlight, which was dazzling. Jay had noticed her when he sat down, except that she had been playing on the phone with her hair covering half of her face, and Jay didn't care.

Jay asked suspiciously, "So you're..."

"Alicia Bessemer." The young lady introduced herself and extended her hand with a smile, "Reporter of the Gotham Gazette, I found that you seem to be a colleague."

Jay looked down at the business card of the Daily Planet on his chest, couldn't help but smile, shook hands with her, and said, "Gotham?"

"Gotham people." Alicia nodded.

"Then you can go back with good news," Jay said. "The Cavaliers won by a landslide."

"There is still a final to play," Alicia said with a smile. Jay noticed that her smile was quite memorable, with just the right balance of charm and courtesy, as soft as a spring breeze, as comfortable as all her mannerisms.

She looked left and right and asked, "I noticed you came alone, don't. Don't a company?"

"No."

"That's a coincidence; I don't either." Alicia smiled and got closer, consciously or unconsciously, "Maybe we can find a company for ourselves on the spot."

"You mean, with me?"

"I mean with a special person." Her mouth curved slightly, "I'm always very good at finding special people."

The crowd at the Met burst into boos again, this time more than ever, almost as if it were about to topple the arena's dome. Many local audiences were unbearable and got up and left the venue early. It's no wonder that not every fan can accept that their favourite team is being rubbed on the ground by the opponent at home.

Jay stops Alicia before she makes further intimacy.

"I guess we'll stop here before we get to the next indescribable step, Alicia," Jay said. "Of course, we all know that's not your real name. So until you're willing to give your name, maybe you think I Wouldn't it be better to call you a huntress?"