Chapter 56 :University

Perhaps on the eve of college, all parents in the world are the same-despite having similar psychological preparations, Mrs. Reynolds's exaggerated approach was beyond Jay's expectations.

The night before, Mrs. Reynolds took the whole family to the supermarket to buy wildly. After Jay's symbolic and futile resignation, Mrs. Reynolds led her two little servants in the mall like an unstoppable general, and stuffed her all kinds of snacks, daily necessities and clothing into her. Of shopping bags until every inch of the huge cloth bag was squeezed dry, and in the end, even a finger could not be inserted. Then Mrs. Reynolds would take out the next bag she had prepared.

Although Jay has super strength and a few packed shopping bags don't make his muscles feel sore, but the amount he can carry with his arms is really limited. In a short while, his arms and shoulders were covered with large and small shopping bags. Unfortunately, there was no mirror beside him, otherwise Jay felt that he must look like a Christmas tree walking around.

Since Mr. Reynolds was dragged here, naturally there was no reason to get out easily. Although not as exaggerated as Jay, he kept wailing with only three bags, yelling that his back was not working. Mrs. Reynolds rolled her eyes at him, saying that it was a testament to lack of exercise, and that walking with weights just helped to strengthen his old bones.

Jay looked at Mr. Reynolds sympathetically, expressing his helplessness. He would be happy to help Dad share the burden again, but it was a pity that he couldn't hang more shopping bags on his body, so he had to give up.

After Mrs. Reynolds returned home, she sorted all these things carefully. Jay saw that 70% of them were things that he didn't expect to use, and couldn't help but want to remind them. But as soon as he spoke, Mrs. Reynolds was dismissed aside, as if he was trying to steal her pleasure.

Jay had no choice but to let her go. But to be reasonable, what use is he carrying something like a razor? It was like the razor blade could really shave his beard.

But the things that Mrs. Reynolds decided in the family didn't have much to do with the two big men, so they went on the road with big bags the next day. The trunk of Mr. Reynolds's beloved Chevrolet was so full that it couldn't cover it, and the passenger seat was jam-packed from the seat to the carpet. This gave Jay the illusion that he was not rushing to the university dormitory but the family moved.

Although Mrs. Reynolds has an exaggerated posture, in fact the university that Jay applied for is in the metropolitan area, but the location is slightly remote, and the total distance from home is only more than 50 minutes. It's no different from living next door. Listening to Mrs. Reynolds's endless nagging and exhortations, Jay came downstairs to the dormitory without knowing it.

The dormitory is a double dormitory, and the space is quite large. It seems that at least the college is not stingy in terms of student accommodation, but the dormitory door seems to be a little unexpected. After Jay inserted the key into the hole, it took a long time to finally get the difficult door lock. He could hardly help but want to tear off the aging lock cylinder with his bare hands. Way" opened the door.

After unloading all the stuff in the car into the room, Mrs. Reynolds even offered to stay and clean the room for him, but she finally dispelled the idea after Jay's efforts stopped her. Jay felt that they were wasting time and energy at all, because letting him do it himself would make this place look like new in three seconds.

Then Mrs. Reynolds began to explain to him in turn what was in each box and bag-but in fact he could see through the box clearly. But he listened patiently to Mrs. Reynolds's end, because she seemed to enjoy it.

Until she talked about the half-bag of snacks and snacks, Jay finally couldn't help but said: "Mom, I'm not going abroad alone. I didn't even leave the metropolis! You know that I just go to the bathroom every day. Can fly home, right?"

"But you wouldn't do that, would you?"

Jay was defeated again. She was right, he wouldn't do that, because that would be meaningless. He came to the university as Jay Reynolds, focusing on his university life as an ordinary person, and flying around between home and school dormitory every day sounds uncommon.

"Unfinished snacks can be given to your new roommate," Mrs. Reynolds said, "appropriate and friendly expressions can help you get closer together quickly."

"Yeah, he better be a simple guy who can be bought by a pack of potato chips." Jay half-joked.

"Well, if it's almost the same, then we'll leave." Mrs. Reynolds said, looking around, seemingly trying to find out what excuses she had overlooked to stay longer, and finally at He kissed lightly on his forehead and said, "Then let's go, remember to call frequently when you have time."

So the Reynolds couple went out, and Jay heard another fierce fight between them and the aging door lock. After a minute, he saw from the window that the black Chevrolet gradually disappeared on the street.

He lay on his back on the brand new white bed with a long sigh of relief, and decided to allow himself to lie lazily for thirty seconds before taking care of the boxes and bags all over the floor and cleaning them thoroughly. But unfortunately, at the twentieth second, a message alert sounded from his mobile phone.

Jay took a look at his phone. It was a text message from Kara: "Are you at school?"

"Yeah." Jay replied briefly.

"How about the new dormitory?"

"So-so. The environment is good, but the door lock is broken."

"Ha, that's really unlucky."

Jay couldn't help but smile, and his fingers replied like enclaves: "Yes, I'm not lucky."

Kara was silent for ten seconds, and then asked, "What about roommate? What kind of guy is it? Is it difficult to deal with?"

"I don't know, he hasn't yet"

As soon as Jay entered this half sentence into the dialog box, there was a stir outside the door. It sounded like the entangled knock of a key with a stubborn old lock cylinder. It was estimated that his new roommate had arrived. So while he got up to open the door for the man, he deleted the words in the dialog box and said, "Wait a minute, it sounds like he is here. I will open the door for him."

Unexpectedly, when Jay walked less than an arm's distance from the dormitory door, a dull blast suddenly sounded from the other side. The metal door suddenly bounced back with a scream of "pop", almost wiping the tip of his nose and flying past, and the gust of wind moved the bangs on his forehead.

It seems that this door has not escaped the fate of being opened by "unconventional methods" after all.

Jay stared blankly at the guy with wallets and jeans who was taking his kicked right leg back at the door. After seeing his face, he couldn't help being surprised and said: "Mike?"

Mike Marcus—the hot-blooded boy who popped up out of thin air when Jay met a street robber a few days ago—can't help but be surprised after seeing Jay clearly: "Jay?"