Chapter 14: Ball Game

Jay's excitement when he got off work was unconsciously affected slightly after experiencing the episode on the road. He couldn't help thinking about what the tramp said to him and the deep meaning in it, but it was not the kind of question that could get a standard answer in a moment.

When Jay returned home, he left all this behind for a while, and met Mrs. Reynolds's brilliant smile. She enthusiastically accepted Jay's briefcase and asked about his first day of internship. When Jay said that he was going to attend the banquet three days later, Mrs. Reynolds was quite surprised and at the same time behaved more excited than Jay himself.

Mr. Reynolds didn't get home until nearly ten. Mrs. Reynolds complained dissatisfiedly that he came back so late and didn't even reply a message, but he didn't say a word. Jay noticed that he sat on the sofa in the living room abnormally for a long while, his expression seemed a little serious, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to be thinking about something extremely difficult to choose.

"Jay," Mr. Reynolds said nonchalantly, and took out a ticket from his pocket at the same time, "If there are no other arrangements tomorrow, let this go for me."

Jay took a look, and it was actually a ticket to a football game. The Metropolitan Warriors played against the Gotham Cavaliers.

Jay raised his eyebrows: "What? No time to interview a football game?"

"Perry arranged the sports edition for me this week. It will not be difficult. You just need to listen to the score and know the general situation. You can read the previous sports edition reports for articles. Most of them are the same. I believe you Can help me do it well." Mr. Reynolds said, paused, and added, "Just be the first report you are responsible for during your internship."

Jay frowned slightly, smelling a weird breath. In any case, such a decision was too hasty, even by 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 at the gap in the floor, intentionally or unconsciously, and said, "I'm going to take the flight to Chicago at 11:15 tomorrow morning. I should be back in two or three days. ."

Mrs. Reynolds poked her head out of the kitchen: "Wait, you are going on a business trip? Is it so sudden?"

Jay asked strangely: "Perry doesn't know about this?"

"Yes, he... don't know the details for the time being." Mr. Reynolds said, "but it's not a big deal, it's just an exclusive interview. I will discuss more specific issues with him when I come back."

This is all Mr. Reynolds said that night, except that he would not confide even a word. There was obviously something heavy in his heart, and although he refused to say it, it was clearly written on his face.

Rugby is actually not something that Jay is very interested in. It's strange to say that he was a star player on the school football team. But this is also natural, playing rugby is too simple for him, so although he can play very well, he is not cold about the game itself.

This is the first time Jay has entered a real ball game. When he saw the enthusiastic fans roaring like a tsunami in the venue, he almost felt that these people were crazy. He resisted the urge to use his superpowers and squeezed into the crowded stadium, and found his seat against the seat number on the ticket. The angle of view was unexpectedly good.

The whole game was filled with cheers and boos from fans. Jay felt that staying here for a long time was simply torturing his eardrums. At first he watched the game seriously for a while, but his mind was soon gone. He couldn't help thinking about the banquet he was going to attend in two days-of course, the focus was on being with Carla; after a while he started thinking about Mr. Reynolds's abnormal behavior, and couldn't help but worry that his father would be involved in any trouble.

But if he is really in trouble, he should tell himself that he is right, after all he already knows what Jay can do.

The game is coming to an end. Jay judged that the Metropolitan Warriors should have lost another point through another boo that broke out all over the court. He doesn't need to pay much attention to the game. He also knows that the Mets performed abnormally poor today, almost completely crushed by the Gotham Cavaliers. He deliberately or unintentionally looked at the scoreboard, 34 to 6, a big difference, the Metropolis' defeat is set, there should be no surprises.

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

The magnetic female voice sounded beside Jay, and he subconsciously turned his head to find that it was a young lady sitting next to him. She wore a purple dress, combed her smooth black hair, with charming facial features, and her fair skin seemed to be dazzling with golden light in the bright sunshine. Jay had noticed her since she sat down, but 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 are..."

"Alicia Bessemer." The lady simply introduced herself, smiled and stretched out her hand, "Reporter of the Gotham Gazette, I found that you seem to be a colleague."

Jay looked down at the business card of the Planet Daily that he hung on his chest, couldn't help but smiled, shook his hand with her, and said, "Gotham?"

"Gotham." Alicia nodded.

"Then you can go back with the good news," Jay said. "The Cavaliers won by an overwhelming advantage."

"There is another final to play." Alicia said with a smile. Jay noticed that her smile was quite unforgettable. It was a smile that made a perfect balance of charm and courtesy. It was as soft as a spring breeze and as comfortable as all her conversations.

She looked around and asked, "I noticed that you came alone, without a companion?"

"No."

"That's a coincidence, neither did I." Alicia smiled, and consciously or unconsciously moved closer, "Maybe we can find ourselves a companion on the spot."

"You mean, with me?"

"I mean with a special person." The corner of her mouth curled slightly, "I am always very good at spotting special people."

The audience in the metropolis broke out boos once again, this time more than before, and the momentum is almost like to overturn the dome of the stadium. Many local audiences were already unbearable, and got up and left early. It's no wonder that not every fan can accept the fact that his beloved team is rubbed on the ground by the opponent at home.

Jay stopped Alicia before she made any further intimacy.

"I think we will stop here before entering the next difficult step, Alicia." Jay said, "Of course we all know that it is not your real name. So before you are willing to reveal your name, maybe you think I am Is it better to call you a huntress?"