Another half month passed in the blink of an eye, and Jay almost stayed at home for half a month. Since the riots in the underground mall, all three of the family have kept silent about his extraordinary abilities, and life has continued as usual. His seven-day-a-week schedule is as precise as a pre-programmed routine—getting up, eating, watching an old movie, reading a book, trying to kill the day. The long vacations were far less attractive to him by now, and he began to think that maybe it would be more fun to go to school if only to hear gossip from high school classmates that had nothing to do with them.
Of course, in his spare time, he also followed the advice of the Reynolds and his wife, rescued several trapped citizens from the crumbling building caught in the fire, and prevented two robberies, but he always swept through the scene like a violent whirlwind. Get it done quickly and leave quickly; people don't even have a chance to figure out what's happening.
Because considering the current situation, he felt that perhaps the world was not ready for a new Superman.
However, unexpected accidents do not happen daily, and they do not take up too much of his time. Games were an excellent pastime at first, but he quickly started to get bored because they were so simple; he only needed a day to dominate a new online game, which didn't bring Him a sense of accomplishment because it felt like a cheater.
And Mrs Reynolds' nagging was another reason he didn't think he should stay at home anymore - she was like an endless repeater. Every time she passed the bedroom or living room and saw Jay doing nothing, she couldn't help but nag, thinking he should find something meaningful to do, as if she couldn't sleep or eat otherwise.
"Then maybe you can go to work with me at the newspaper office tomorrow." After hearing it, Mr Reynolds, coming home from getting off work, suggested, "I'm pretty sure I can convince editor-in-chief Perry to give you a job as a trainee reporter or something. It's a bit early, but it doesn't hurt to get an early look at what work is like. And you'll see a lot of interesting things in the newspapers."
"The most important thing is not to listen to Mom's nagging," Jay murmured, hurriedly saying, "very glad" when Mrs Reynolds raised her voice to ask what he said.
"That's fine." Mrs Reynolds nodded. "It will be good for you to learn about the world."
The three had no objection, and the matter was decided as such. The next day Mrs Reynolds called Jay up early in the morning and pulled out the most formal suits in the closet, saying that when you go to work, you should look like work.
Planet Daily, the largest newspaper in the Metropolis, is not an exaggeration to say that it is the landmark of the Metropolis. It was a skyscraper with more than 100 floors, standing out among the many buildings. The sun plated one side of it into brilliant gold, and the vast golvastsphere stood on the top of the tower and was shaped into a planet. The prominent characters of "Planet Daily" reflected the dazzling sunlight.
Mr Reynolds explained to Perry that the editor-in-chief Perry White, who had long been acquainted with Jay, was very happy to send Jay a temporary work permit and even had a desk specially arranged for him.
Jay got a job proofreading a manuscript in the morning and did it impeccably with excellent efficiency, leaving the rest of the time largely idle. Jimmy Olsen came to chat with him once during the day - it was a silly red-haired boy, a photographer for the newspaper. Jay had a good conversation with him when he first came to the Daily Planet when he was fifteen years old, but the dialogue between the two revolved mainly around video games. Today, Jimmy just pulled him excitedly and said that he had grabbed the right to purchase a game that had not yet been released when Perry, who seemed to have a good ear, heard it. After being reprimanded, he drooped his head and returned to his seat honestly. Went up.
Jay spent the rest of the time browsing the materials. Under the current situation, the content published in newspapers and journals has been dramatically restr. Still, there are quite a few exciting rumours on some privately contributed materials and unofficial forum websites.
For example, the content from the Seaside City Forum: Terrorists attacked the amusement park and caused many casualties. Should we miss the days when the Green Lantern was around?
There is also a contribution from a netizen who claims to be from Gotham: "I read that right! It's him, Batman! When the Viper Gang blocked me, he fell from the sky and repaired them all!" Gotham Gazette " Lying, he never left the city!"
There is also a statement from a local netizen in the metropolis: "The underground shopping mall is not as reported; there is no leakage at all! I was there; I saw it with my own eyes! A white monster rushed into the crowd with its fangs and claws, like a hungry head. They are attacking us all with claws and teeth like wolves! They made us keep our mouths shut and didn't let us tell anyone, but people should know the truth! The truth is, we don't have superman anymore. Next time such a monster runs into the city, Who will stop it?"
There's a lot more like that, and it looks like not everyone agrees with Luthor's "we don't need Superman" theory, and many in the Met still miss the days when you never had to worry about falling from a tall building and dying. Jay was a little tired of watching it. He took his attention away from the computer screen and began to look around aimlessly. His eyes inadvertently fell on the picture on the wall, which was framed and hung on the wall. The image was of a mature man. , A capable, wise, and radiant woman with dark eyes belongs to the type that is impressive at a glance.
Her name is Lois Lane, and her picture has been on the wall since Jay first stepped into the Daily Planet building because she was a legend at the newspaper, multiple Pulitzer Prize winners Journalism Awards. Jay knew through the comics that this woman was Superman's soulmate, a respectable journalist who fought for the truth all his life, but unfortunately, he didn't have the chance to meet him. According to others in the Daily Planet, she appears to have resigned from her post after the war six years ago, and no one knows where she went.
Even a woman like Lois Lane will have moments when she can't face the future and move on. Perhaps the fact that Superman is gone has brought her too hard a blow.
Jay's distraction was brought back to reality by Perry's voice which shook the Daily Planet building. He looked curiously at the editor-in-chief's office s Mr Reynolds entered the office under Perry's shout.
"What's the matter, boss?"
"It's Grant; she's going to the Metropolis." Perry looked ugly when he said this, as if some beast was coming. "We must send someone to pick her up at the airport."
"Grant? Ms Grant from Kateco Media?" Mr Reynolds said in surprise. "Did she make an appointment in advance to come?"
"No, of course not, because that's what this woman does, always doing whatever she wants." Perry didn't bring up any pleasant memories when he mentioned her. He paused and asked, "Reynolds, are you free to pick her up at the airport? I can arrange a car for you."
"Uh, I..."
"Needless to say, it's decided for you to go." Perry waved his hand. "You can bring Jay, and it will be good for his internship to meet Ms Grant."
"The Age of Rebirth"
Mr Reynolds grimaced as if he had been assigned the most crying errand in the world and nodded helplessly, "Yes, boss."
He pushed the door out of the editor-in-chief's office, came to Jay's desk, tapped his knuckles and said, "Come on, kid, we have to pick up a guest."
Jay raised his eyebrows. He had a hunch that it might not be as simple as it sounds.