The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 114

New Jersey.

Princeton University.

Chuck came back from New Hampshire quietly and came directly to the school. There is class today.

"Hi, Chuck."

Cheryl greeted Chuck warmly as always.

The female bodyguard who accompanied him followed him not far or near.

"Cheryl."

Chuck nodded in response.

"Justin cleaned up for you, can I come over to play too?"

Cheryl laughed.

"No."

Chuck was succinct.

"..."

Cheryl's smile faltered, but she didn't ask why. After gathering as much information as possible about Chuck, she already had a general idea of ​​what kind of person Chuck was. This kind of rejection was actually expected.

She had asked her best friend Justin before, and also begged Justin to take her to surprise Chuck, but her best friend refused without hesitation.

Chuck ignored the disappearance of Cheryl's smile and walked directly inside.

Cheryl looked at Chuck's back from behind, pouted, but followed quickly, saw the familiar little figure in the class walking in front, and greeted with a smile: "Hi, Sheldon! "

Little Sheldon paused and turned back, "Hi, Cheryl."

Then reluctantly greeted Chuck: "Dr. Wolfe."

"Mr. Cooper."

Chuck nodded in response.

"What's wrong with you?"

Cheryl laughed when little Sheldon looked back, pointing to the panda eyes on the right side of little Sheldon, trying to control her laugh.

Little Sheldon looked displeased at Cheryl who was holding back her smile, then glanced at Chuck who was indifferent, and said depressedly: "I want to practice the spirit of superheroes such as Flash and Batman to help Leonard .”

"Then it failed and was beaten?"

Cheryl endured so hard.

"Do you want to know why?"

Chuck looked at Young Sheldon.

"..."

Little Sheldon's half-panda-eyed face collapsed, and he glared at Chuck with great aggrievedness.

He's also a super genius, okay?

How could Chuck humiliate him with the same words over and over again!

And this time, he also wanted to practice the idea of ​​heroes helping others, okay?
"dont be sad."

Cheryl comforted: "You can stand up for others and fight against evil forces. You are already a little hero."

"Why should I do it?"

Little Sheldon looked at Cheryl in surprise.

"You didn't do it?"

Cheryl was taken aback.

"Do I look like that muscular guy?"

Little Sheldon spoke confidently, and glanced at a muscular man enviously.

"……All right."

Cheryl originally wanted to ask who would embarrass you as a child if you didn't do anything, but when she heard Little Sheldon's upright look, she suddenly didn't feel surprised at all, and she even thought, if Little Sheldon really did something, it would be difficult for you. Not talking, I'm afraid I won't be beaten yet.

"I went to talk to him."

Little Sheldon pouted: "But obviously my cousin inherited the bad temper of my uncle and dad's family."

"Your cousin?"

Cheryl was amazed.

"The child my uncle had with his ex-wife is now called Jimmy Speckman."

Little Sheldon explained: "It looks very similar to my uncle and my father. Leonard has met my father. After seeing him on campus, he thought he might be a relative, and then confirmed that he is indeed my cousin. Brother, otherwise why do you think I would go?"

"..."

Cheryl was speechless again.

Ok!

The logic is tight!

It's just that not only did she fail to win, but now it seems that even the last bit of fig leaf, the courage of little Sheldon she imagined, never existed.

"It's so pitiful to be beaten like this by my cousin."

Cheryl made a last-ditch effort to be courteous and friendly to a big sister classmate.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Little Sheldon immediately shook his head: "It can't be compared with my sister Missy. My sister Missy always likes to resort to violence when encountering conflicts that I can't reconcile. It was with the pussy leg, I remember last year when she kicked it and got me slightly out of place and spent all Christmas waiting for it to slide down."

"..."

To be bullied like this by her own sister, Cheryl was dumbfounded: "Poor little thing."

"Are you sure it wasn't your head that got kicked?"

Chuck said suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

Little Sheldon looked at him very vigilantly.

"Because there is a logic hole in it."

Chuck said seriously: "If you are really used to your sister's fists and pussy legs, and you are aware of the violent tendencies of the Cooper family, then when you know that Jimmy Sbeckman may be your cousin , you should not go there to get a beating, and if you know he is not your cousin, you will not go there to get a beating, so no matter what, if your IQ is above, you will not be beaten, but now you are being beaten Hit, what does that mean?"

"..."

Little Sheldon's mouth twitched and his eyelids twitched.

"This shows that there are two possibilities."

Chuck said to himself: "Either you are not as smart as you think, or you are very smart, but your IQ is blown away by your sister, which makes your IQ offline from time to time."

"I am very smart!"

Little Sheldon exclaimed, "I'm the smartest!"

Chuck immediately looked down at him and gave him a look of self-experience: "I dare not say that I am the smartest person."

"Because you're not the smartest person!"

Little Sheldon held his head stubbornly, staring at Chuck with his half panda eyes.

"I'm really not the smartest guy."

Chuck nodded: "I'm at most the third smartest person in the world."

"The third in the world?"

Cheryl asked curiously, "Then who is number one in the world and number two in the world?"

"Second respect for the sages."

Chuck said calmly: "The first is the future."

"..."

Cheryl looked at Chuck with her mouth open, feeling shocked.

The female bodyguard who followed also looked at Chuck in amazement, and said in her heart: "Sure enough, geniuses are different. Bragging is better than people! The second respect is for the dead sages, and the first is for future generations. It means that I am the number one in the world, which sounds much better than that little guy keeps yelling that I am the smartest person."

"I am the future!"

Little Sheldon was also shocked by Chuck's words, but he reacted quickly and raised his chin proudly.

"No, you are not!"

Chuck shook his head: "Everything I can observe has collapsed into the present, not the future."

"..."

Little Sheldon looked at Chuck angrily, but didn't know how to refute Chuck.

"What are you talking about here? It's time for class."

Professor Alicia Harper drifts by.

"Hey, Professor Harper is in a bad mood today."

Cheryl was keenly aware that Professor Alicia Harper's mood was different than usual.

Chuck didn't speak, just followed into the classroom.

The moon is full and waning, but each has its own beauty.

Professor Alicia Harper is also very good for Chuck, who is purely appreciative.

A class ends.

"Student Cooper."

Chuck stopped Little Sheldon.

"What's the matter?"

Young Sheldon took a step back.

"Do you know which school Leonard is in?"

Chuck asked.

"Are you going to help that Leonard out?"

Cheryl came over early in the morning, and looked at Chuck strangely as soon as she heard it.

Chuck is such an old man, he won't bully children...

"I'm a detective and it's my job to prevent crime."

Chuck looked at her.

"Crime? Not so much?"

Cheryl couldn't laugh or cry: "It's school bullying, just keep Leonard away from that person."

"I'm not talking about Jimmy Speckman."

Chuck shook his head.

"...You mean preventing the bullied Leonard from committing a crime?"

Cheryl was speechless.

"Yes."

Chuck nodded, then looked at Little Sheldon: "Do you dare to go, Little Sheldon?"

"Of course I dare to go!"

Little Sheldon was caught by Chuck, and immediately shouted: "But I am not Little Robin, and you are not Batman!"

"Got it, little Sheldon."

Chuck nodded.

"..."

Little Sheldon looked at Chuck with the feeling of "clearly calling his name and adding a small character, but giving him a feeling of calling Little Robin", and was very upset, but he was framed there, although he didn't want to go there again , but can only show Chuck the way.

Bergen County High School.

"Blame Sheldon! Nasty Sheldon!"

In a dark place, little Leonard huddled here, cursing.

If Little Sheldon hadn't come to his house, he would not have lost his mother Beverly's attention to him, nor would he have met Little Sheldon's father, Mr. George Cooper, just because he knew Little Sheldon .

And if he hadn't met Mr. George Cooper, he wouldn't have seen the face of the football team player Jimmy Speckman in middle school and thought they might be relatives, so he asked Little Sheldon to come over to identify relatives and strike up a conversation.

Normally, he would walk around when he saw such people.

If it wasn't for Little Sheldon's cheap mouth, good relatives would be able to piss him off, and his risky strike-up might be the result of success. In the future, there will be a football player covering him in school, so he won't have to worry about others bullying him.

It's a pity that everything was destroyed by Little Sheldon.

Not only did he fail to be covered by people, but he changed from being a little transparent in the past to a poor guy who was specially targeted by bullies like Jimmy Sbeckman.

Then he is now being lumped into a ball and stuffed into a locker in the corridor of the classroom. If it weren't for the good attitude he has practiced since birth, he might have collapsed in the dark at this moment.

But even so, he felt bad, the light seeping in through the gap, and he missed Chuck so much at the moment, the man who made his eyes shine when he met him or even heard his name.

It's a pity that his mobile phone was searched before it was stuffed into the group, otherwise he really wanted to call Chuck and ask him to save himself.

Little Sheldon yelled all day long that Chuck was not Batman, and he couldn't get along with Batman at all, but he thought Chuck might be Batman.

Smart, detective, rich, ruthless, tech-savvy, playboy, they have too many similarities.

"Chuck, if you're Batman, come help me."

In the darkness, little Leonard murmured to the light seeping through the gap.

Then he heard footsteps in the corridor.

(End of this chapter)