MTL - American Entertainment 1982-Chapter 85 Jason White's Fantastic Night
Chapter 85 Jason White's Fantastic Night
Jason White struggled to open his eyes, the glare of the sun was coming in from the window, he raised his hand to cover it, and said in his mouth: "Tommy, you are still alive...holys**t! Who the **** is on my bed ! Tommy! It better not be you!"
Before he finished speaking, he felt something smooth and slippery on his thigh, which made him scream in fright. Then he sat up and lifted the quilt, and found that he was not lying in the familiar dormitory, but In a completely unfamiliar room.
The flag of the Confederate States of America, movie posters and other decorations are hung on the wall, and there is a guitar in the corner. It looks like a dormitory for boys.
But the most exaggerated thing is that when he lifted the quilt, there was a woman with long messy hair covering most of her face, who was sleeping soundly on the pillow. She took off the quilt, complained in a low voice, and wrapped the quilt back around her body again. It seemed that Jason's yelling didn't wake her up at all.
Jason patted his face hard, trying to wake himself up, but he remembered that last night he and a few rookie companions were splashed with champagne because they had drunk a lot of wine and mustered up their courage to show their length to a girl while wearing a napkin. After rushing to the backyard, it was completely lost.
"I managed to get on base with a girl, but...but unfortunately, I couldn't remember our madness last night." Jason looked at the girl beside him and said with some regret.
Although I can't remember the follow-up experience last night, a completely real girl is sleeping next to me at this time, which means that I should have performed well last night, otherwise how could a girl be willing to bring me back.
"Good morning, Jason, I didn't come back until I heard your voice next door." A brown-haired young man who looked like a good student pushed open the door at this moment, dressed in decent sportswear, and walked out of the door. Come in and say hello to Jason who is sitting on the bed.
Jason White swears to God that he doesn't know the boy who called out his name when he entered the door. He stared at the young man who walked in vigilantly: "Who are you?"
"Are you kidding me? I'm Chad, you should drink less alcohol." The young man who called himself Chad glanced at Jason, then sat down at the desk and opened the book, as if preparing to review his homework.
Jason slowed down, walked down from the bed, picked up his clothes and put them on, and walked slowly to the side of the young man: "Uh... Chad, you know, I drank a lot last night, so can you introduce what happened last night? Did something happen late? For example, where is this place, who is the **** the bed? Why did you appear here and other questions."
"This is Davenport Community College, my dormitory room, friend." Chad flipped through the books in his hand and said without looking up:
"I don't know who the lady on the bed is, because you didn't introduce it when you brought it. As for why you appeared here, because you lost the bet, I brought you back, let you live in this dormitory, and go to other places by yourself." room for the night.”
Davenport Community College is a community college less than one kilometer away from Stanford University. After listening to Chad with a dull expression, Jason went to the window and looked out, then walked back and said to Chad:
"OK, I need a more detailed introduction, where did we meet?"
"I met at Stanford University, buddy, you are a college student there." Chad raised his head, looked at Jason, and said in disbelief, "Don't you remember anything?"
"Yes, I don't remember anything now, why did you appear there?" Jason asked nervously.
"A few friends and I heard that there are various parties there, and we want to see the world. You know, there are not many fancy parties here at the community college. Then when we went, we found that many parties were closed to outsiders, so When I was about to come back, I saw you and a few companions chasing wild deer on campus like mentally ill, and you warmly invited us to join in. The scene was impressive. All of us swore that we would never come to Stanford for further study after finishing our community college. .” Chad looked at Jason’s nervous expression, and told what he had seen and heard last night.
Jason looked at Chad with a distorted expression: "Are you sure? Are you **** sure you saw me and a few people chasing wild deer on campus? Well, go on, go on."
"Then we thought you had some kind of mental illness, so we asked you if you needed help, and then you said that the wild deer seems to make people strong, and you Spartans are going to taste its blood." Chad continued:
"Then we'll take you to the doctor..."
"Why did you take us to see a doctor?" Jason asked another question.
Chad frowned: "Jason, you should look in the mirror yourself."
Jason walked to the changing mirror and found a bruise on his face. Although most of it had disappeared, there were still some obvious marks.
"What happened? Why did I become like this?" Jason pointed to the scar on his face and turned to look at Chad.
Chad shrugged: "Last night, the few of you said that it was the price of fame. It seems that you went to some place like the Order of the Phoenix, stood at the door of the living room and peed, and was chased and beaten."
"Are any of those people named Tommy Hawk?" Jason asked.
Chad shook his head: "No, you all hate that man named Tommy Hawke, scolding him for taking the girls out of the field early, and not teaching your brothers at the same time any experience at all."
"Okay, back to the previous question, if I came back to live with you, how could you not know the identity of the **** the bed?" Jason asked with doubts in his heart.
Chad sighed: "After you returned to the dormitory with me, you ran out quickly, saying that you must achieve the goal, and then about two hours later, you came back with this lady, and then I went to another I borrowed a dormitory and gave the room to the two of you."
"You are so kind, Chad. Compared with you, my roommate is a complete scum without brotherhood." After listening to the other party, Jason patted Chad on the shoulder and praised:
"So can you go to the previous dormitory and stay for a while, I'll ask the **** the bed, who is she or something like that."
"Okay, actually, you don't need to praise me. You should. After all, you have to do what you say. Since you dare to provoke Mrs. Marcus, of course we have to accept the bet and lend you the dormitory." Chadra opened the seat , stood up and prepared to leave.
Jason grabbed Chad by the shoulder: "Wait a minute, who the **** is Mrs. Marcus?"
"Black female owner of the convenience store next to Davenport Community College, you guys said you would buy some drinks to share with us, but we said Mrs. Marcus wouldn't sell to students, you said anything is possible, and walked in, probably Ten minutes later, she came out with a bottle of vodka, saying that you used your charm and finally got her to agree to sell it to you. When she came out, she said to us, God, she should be almost fifty years old this year, someone is willing to sacrifice herself , she is still so picky..."
"Did I **** say that?" Jason's eyes widened. "I was flirting with an old black lady who was older than my mother, or something scarier?"
"Maybe, maybe not, anyway, none of us dare to look closely." Chad rolled his eyes, and finally said to Jason: "Just thinking about the picture is bad enough, we lack the courage to look directly."
"Goodbye, Chad, we don't want to see each other again, and forget everything that happened last night!" Jason turned and walked out the door after finishing speaking.
Chad said behind Jason: "Aren't you going to let me go and ask yourself who the lady on the bed is?"
"Hey, my dear honey, are you going to leave before collecting the money?" The woman on the bed sat up lazily at this moment, brushed her long hair back, and asked sleepily to Jason who was about to leave .
Jason turned his head, only to realize that the woman was at least in her forties, and she was looking at him with a satisfied face at this moment. He asked desperately, "What money?"
"You know, for the overnight fee, I can tip you more, you are as strong and tireless as a pony." The woman said to Jason with a smile.
Chad looked at Jason with a numb face at this time: "Very well, now we know what you did for those two hours, as well as the identity of the woman and you, a top student at Stanford University went to work as a part-time cowboy, Jason, you Famous."
(end of this chapter)
