Even from the terrace, you could hear roars mixed with swearing and cheers coming from the villa's hall. If Jason hadn't known that tonight's party guests were a bunch of Stanford University students yelling in English, he might have thought it was the damn Soviet Army exercising their might, crossing the Atlantic Ocean to land in the United State America.
"What on earth did you set up for them in the third round? All the ordinary students left after the first two stages, and even Sophia was sent to wait for you in the car. Then, a new batch of chicks shows up in the hall." He asked Tommy curiously.
Sitting on the terrace with a glass of wine in hand, Tommy replied, "Nothing much, some competitive games, golf and the like."
"Golf? Just by the name, I know it's designed for me." Jason perked up at once, striking several bodybuilding poses confidently before Tommy and said,
"Let me warm up a bit, and then I'll go down and grab the championship. Introduce the rules now, Tommy."
