Volume 2: Knocking on Heaven's Door Chapter 82 Jason White's Fantastic Night (Part 1)
Jason White tried hard to open his eyes. The dazzling sunlight was shining in from the window. He raised his hands to block it and said, "Tommy, you are still alive...holy shit! Who the hell is in my bed! Tommy! It better not be you!"
Before he could finish his words, he felt something slippery on his thigh. He screamed in fright, then sat up and lifted the quilt, only to find that he was not lying in the familiar dormitory, but in a completely unfamiliar room.
There are Confederate flags and movie posters hanging on the walls, and a guitar in the corner. It looks like a boys' dormitory.
But the most exaggerated thing was that when he lifted the quilt, there was a woman with messy long hair covering most of her face, sleeping on the pillow next to him. She seemed to feel the quilt being lifted and her body felt a little cold. The woman groped for the quilt with her hand, complained in a low voice, and wrapped the quilt back around herself, as if Jason's shouting did not wake her up at all.
Jason slapped his face hard, trying to sober himself up, but his memory was completely lost last night after he and a few rookie companions drank a lot of wine to muster up the courage to show their lengths to girls with napkins on their faces, and were splashed with champagne and sent to the backyard.
"I succeeded in getting on base with a girl, but...but unfortunately, I couldn't remember the craziness we had last night." Jason looked at the girl next to him and said with some regret.
Although I couldn't remember what happened afterwards last night, but at this moment, a completely real girl was sleeping next to me, which meant that I must have performed well last night, otherwise how could a girl be willing to take me back.
"Good morning, Jason. I just came back after hearing your voice next door." A brown-haired young man who looked like a good student pushed open the door, walked in neatly dressed in sportswear, and greeted Jason who was sitting on the bed.
Jason White swore to God that he didn't know the boy who called out his name as soon as he entered the door. He stared at the young man who walked in with vigilance: "Who are you?"
"Are you kidding? I'm Chad, and you should drink less." The young man who called himself Chad glanced at Jason, then sat down at the desk and opened a book, apparently preparing to review his homework.
Jason slowed down his movements, got off the bed, picked up his clothes and put them on, then slowly walked to the young man: "Uh... Chad, you know, I drank a little too much last night, so can you tell me what happened last night? For example, where is this, who is the girl on the bed? Why are you here and so on."
"This is my dormitory room at Davenport Community College, my friend." Chad flipped through the book in his hand and said without looking up:
"I don't know who the lady on the bed is, because you didn't introduce me when you were brought here. As for why you are here, I lost the bet, so I brought you back and let you live in this dormitory while you stay in other rooms."
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 out, 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 and looked at Jason, and said in disbelief, "Don't you remember anything?"
"Yeah, I don't remember anything now. Why were you there?" Jason asked nervously.
"A few friends and I heard that there were all kinds of parties over there, so we wanted to go and see the world. You know, the parties at the community college aren't very fancy. Then when we went there, we found that many parties were not open to outsiders. So when we were about to come back, we saw you and a few of your friends chasing wild deer on campus like crazy, and you enthusiastically invited us to join you. The scene was very impressive, and all of us swore that we would never come to Stanford for further studies after graduating from community college." Chad looked at Jason's nervous expression and told him what he saw last night.
Jason looked at Chad with a distorted expression. "Are you sure? Are you damn sure you saw me and a few others chasing a wild deer on campus? Well, go on, keep talking."
"Then we thought you were mentally ill, so we asked if you needed help, and then you said that wild deer seemed to make people strong, and you Spartans were ready to taste its blood." Chad continued:
"Then we'll take you to see a doctor..."
"Why do you want to take us to see a doctor?" Jason asked another question.
Chad frowned: "Jason, you should go look in the mirror yourself."
Jason walked to the dressing mirror and found a bruise on his face. Although it had mostly disappeared, there were still some obvious marks.
"What happened? Why did I become like this?" Jason pointed at the scar on his face and turned to look at Chad.
Chad shrugged. "Last night you guys were talking about the price of fame. It seemed like you went to some Order of the Phoenix or something, stood at someone's living room door and peed, and got chased."
"Is there anyone named Tommy Hawke among those people?" Jason asked.
Chad shook his head. "No, you all hated that guy named Tommy Hawke. You scolded him for taking the girls away early and not passing on his experience to you guys."
"Okay, back to the previous question. If I came back with you to stay, how could you not know the identity of the girl on the bed?" Jason asked the doubts in his mind.
Chad sighed, "After you came back to the dormitory with me, you ran out again quickly, saying that you must achieve your goal. Then about two hours later, you came back with this lady, and then I went to live in another dormitory and gave my room to you two."
"You're such a nice guy, Chad. Compared to you, my roommate is just a complete scum with no brotherhood." After hearing what the other party said, Jason patted Chad on the shoulder and praised him:
"So can you go to the previous dormitory and stay for a while? I'll ask the girl in the bed who she is and other questions."
"Okay, actually you don't have to praise me. It's my duty. After all, people should keep their promises. Since you dare to provoke Mrs. Marcus, of course we have to admit defeat and lend you the dormitory." Chadra opened the chair, stood up and prepared to leave.
Jason grabbed Chad's shoulder and said, "Wait a minute, who the hell is Mrs. Marcus?"
"You 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 wouldn't sell to students. You said everything was possible, and then you walked in. About ten minutes later, you came out with a bottle of vodka, saying that you used your charm to finally get her to agree to sell it to you. When you came out, you said to us, 'My God, she should be almost fifty years old this year, and someone is willing to sacrifice herself, but she is still so picky...'
"Did I fucking say that?" Jason's eyes widened. "I flirted with an old black woman who was older than my mother, or something worse?"
"Maybe there is, maybe not. Anyway, none of us dare to get close to watch." Chad rolled his eyes and finally said to Jason, "The scene is unbearable enough just to think about it. We lack the courage to look directly at it."
"Goodbye, Chad, let's never see each other again. Also, forget everything that happened last night!" Jason said, turned and walked out the door.
Chad spoke up from behind Jason, "Aren't you going to let me go and ask who the lady on the bed is?"
"Hey, my dear little honey, are you leaving before you get the money?" The woman on the bed lazily sat up with the quilt, lifted her long hair, and asked Jason who was about to leave sleepily.
Jason turned his head and found that the woman was at least in her forties. She was looking at him with a satisfied look on her face. He asked desperately, "What money?"
"You know, I can give you a little extra tip for the night's stay. You're as strong as a pony and you're indefatigable," the woman said, smiling at Jason.
Chad looked at Jason, whose face was numb. "Very good, now we know what you did during those two hours, as well as the woman and your identity. A top student from Stanford University working part-time as a gigolo. Jason, you've become famous."
