America 1982

Jason White struggled to open his eyes. The dazzling sunlight was shining in from the window. He raised his hands to cover it and said: "Tommy, you are still alive...holy s**t! Who the hell is there?" On my bed! Tommy! It better not be you!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt something slippery being put 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 a familiar dormitory, but In a completely unfamiliar room.

The walls were hung with the flag of the Confederate States of America, movie posters and other decorations, and a guitar was placed in the corner. It looked like a boys' dormitory.

But the most exaggerated thing is that when he lifted the quilt, there was a woman next to him with long messy hair covering most of her face. She was sleeping soundly on the pillow. She seemed to feel that the quilt was lifted, and her body felt a little chilly. The woman was groping with her hands. She touched the quilt, complained in a low voice, and then wrapped the quilt back around her body. It seemed that Jason's yelling did not wake her up at all.

Jason patted his face hard and tried to wake himself up, but the memory was that last night he and a few fellow rookies had champagne thrown at them because they drank a lot of drinks to muster up the courage to show off their length to girls with a napkin covered. After rushing to the backyard, it was completely lost.

"I successfully got on base with a girl, but...but unfortunately, I couldn't remember our craziness last night." Jason looked at the girl next to him and said with some regret.

Although he couldn't remember the subsequent experience last night, a completely real girl was sleeping next to him at this time, which meant that he must have performed well last night, otherwise how could any girl be willing to bring him back.

"Good morning, Jason, I didn't come back until I heard your voice next door." A young man with brown hair who looked like a good student opened the door and walked out the door dressed in decent sportswear. Come in and say hello to Jason who is sitting on the bed.

Jason White swore to God that he didn't recognize the boy who called out his name as soon as he walked in. He stared at the young man who walked in warily: "Who are you?"

"Are you kidding? I'm Chad, you should drink less." The young man who called himself Chad glanced at Jason, then sat at the desk and opened the book, seemingly preparing to review his homework.

Jason slowed down, walked down from the bed, picked up his clothes and put them on, and slowly walked to the young man: "Uh... Chad, you know, I drank a little too much last night, so can you introduce me to him? What happened last night? Questions like where is this, who is the girl on the bed? Why are you here?"

"This is Davenport Community College, my dormitory room, friend." Chad looked at the books in his hand and said without raising his head:

"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 showed up here, because I lost the bet, I brought you back and 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. Jason listened to Chad with a dull expression, walked to the window and looked outside, then walked back and said to Chad:

"OK, I need a more detailed introduction. Where did we meet?"

"We met at Stanford University, buddy, you were a college student there." Chad raised his head, looked at Jason, and said incredulously: "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 were various parties there and wanted to go and see the world. You know, the parties at community colleges don't have much variety. Then when we went there, we found that many parties were not open to outsiders, so When I was about to come back, I saw you and a few companions chasing wild deer on campus as if you were mentally ill, and you warmly invited us to join in. The scene was so impressive that all of us swore that we would never come to Stanford for further studies after attending community college. ." Chad looked at Jason's nervous expression and told what he saw last night.

Jason looked at Chad with a twisted expression: "Are you sure? Are you damn sure you saw me and a few people chasing wild deer on campus? Okay, go on, keep talking."

"Then we thought you had some mental illness, so we asked you if you needed help, and then you said that wild deer seemed to make people strong, and you Spartans are ready to taste its blood." Chad continued:

"Then we'll take you to the doctor..."

"Why do you need to take us to see a doctor?" Jason asked another question.

Chad frowned: "Jason, you should look in the mirror."

Jason walked to the dressing 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 scars on his face and turned to look at Chad.

Chad shrugged: "Last night you guys said it was the price of becoming famous. It seemed like you went to some place like the Order of the Phoenix and stood peeing at the door of someone's living room and were chased and beaten."

"Is any of those people named Tommy Hawke?" Jason asked.

Chad shook his head: "No, you all hate that man named Tommy Hawke. You scolded him for taking the girls out of the game early and not imparting any experience to you brothers at the same time."

"Okay, back to the previous question, if I came back to stay with you, how could you not know the identity of the girl on the bed?" Jason asked, expressing his doubts.

Chad sighed: "After you came back to the dormitory with me, you ran out quickly and said you must achieve your goal. Then about two hours later, you came back with this lady, and then I went to another place. I borrowed a dormitory and gave the room to you two."

"You are so kind, Chad. Compared with you, my roommate is a complete scum with no brotherhood." After hearing what the other party said, 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 girl on the bed who she is and other questions."

"Okay, actually you don't need to praise me. You should. After all, you have to do what you say in life. Since you dare to provoke Mrs. Marcus, of course we have to admit defeat and lend you the dormitory." Chad pulled up his seat. , stood up and prepared to leave.

Jason grabbed Chad's shoulders: "Wait a minute, who the hell is Mrs. Marcus?"

"The black female owner of the convenience store next to Davenport Community College, you said you wanted to buy some drinks to share with us, but we said Mrs. Marcus would not sell to students, you said anything is possible, and then walked in, probably Ten minutes later, she walked out with a bottle of vodka and said that you used your charm to finally get her to agree to sell it to you. When she walked out, she also said to us, God, she must be almost fifty years old this year. Someone is willing to sacrifice herself. , she is still so picky..."

"Did I fucking say that?" Jason stared: "I was flirting with an old black lady who was older than my mother, or was it something more terrifying?"

"Maybe there is, maybe there isn't, but none of us dare to get close enough to look at it." Chad rolled his eyes, and finally said to Jason, "The picture is unbearable just thinking about it, and we lack the courage to look directly at it."

"Goodbye, Chad, let's never see each other again, and completely forget everything that happened last night!" After Jason said that, he turned and walked towards the door.

Chad spoke from behind Jason: "Aren't you going to let me leave and ask yourself who the lady on the bed is?"

"Hey, my dear little honey, are you leaving before you take the money?" The woman on the bed lazily sat up on the bed, lifted her long hair, and asked Jason sleepily as he was about to leave. .

Jason turned his head and realized that the woman was at least forty years old. She was looking at him with a satisfied face. He asked desperately: "What money?"

"You know, I can tip you a little more for the night, you're as strong as a foal and tireless," the woman said, smiling at Jason.

Chad looked at Jason who had a numb face at this time: "Very good, now we know what you did in those two hours, as well as the identity of the woman and you. A top student from Stanford University went to work part-time as a cowherd. Jason, you Become famous.”