American TV series: Starting with exploiting young Sheldon

Reverend Jeff's cautious driving style almost made Connie's grandmother vomit. Her current behavior can be described as intermittent bouts of madness.

"Is it okay?" Pastor Jeff asked softly, though deep down he also had a wild beast that needed to be unleashed.

After all, he had just lost his wife and all his money, and he needed to vent his frustrations.

"Listen to me, step on the gas!" Grandma Connie shouted loudly, never one to shy away from making things worse.

With a loud shout, Pastor Jeff slammed on the gas pedal.

Amidst shouts, the car sped through the traffic light intersection at 20 miles per hour.

Chapter 73 Pastor Jeff's Romantic Journey (Continued)

The car was parked on the side of the road, and Reverend Jeff's hands, gripping the steering wheel, were trembling slightly.

His recent experience of "speeding" at the intersection had sent his adrenaline soaring, and he hadn't fully calmed down yet.

"I didn't miss the green light, did I?" Pastor Jeff asked uncertainly, regaining his senses.

"Who knows?" Grandma Connie said nonchalantly. "At this hour, are they going to come and arrest us?"

Pastor Jeff breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this and prayed to God, seeking the Lord's forgiveness.

He was so nervous when he drove through the intersection that he didn't even notice the traffic light changing.

Therefore, from a probabilistic point of view, there is a 50% chance that Pastor Jeff ran a red light.

For a devout Christian, no mistake is permissible.

Just as Connie's grandmother, fed up with the dawdling, was about to switch driving duties with Pastor Jeff, a traffic policeman pushing a motorcycle at the intersection sounded his siren.

"God..." Pastor Jeff prayed as there was a knock on the car window.

In the somber atmosphere, Pastor Jeff only nervously rolled down the car window after finishing a round of prayers.

Under the streetlights, Pastor Jeff's gaze met that of a female traffic policewoman with long, golden hair, who was bending over.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"Ahem~" Grandma Connie coughed lightly, interrupting the romantic atmosphere, and leaned forward to ask, "Excuse me, have we broken any traffic rules?"

“No, not at all.” The female traffic police officer shook her head, easing the tension. Then she explained, “I came over to check on the car because of its ‘strange’ speed earlier.”

It turned out that the other party was just doing a routine job, and this discovery completely relaxed Pastor Jeff's tense nerves.

"Please show me your driver's license." The female traffic police officer spoke in a businesslike manner.

“Oh, okay, okay…” Pastor Jeff took out his driver’s license and handed it over, saying, “My name is Jeff, and I’m actually a pastor at the church.”

“I know you, Pastor. I go to church every week…” The female traffic officer checked the driver’s license, handed it back, and asked, “What’s wrong with your car being parked here? Do you need any help?”

Reverend Jeff explained somewhat embarrassedly, "The car is fine, I just stopped here to rest for a bit."

"Okay then, don't linger at the intersection. Pay attention to driving safety," the female traffic police officer reminded.

“Understood, sir.” Reverend Jeff nodded and started the car.

The car wobbled for a few meters before stopping again.

Under the curious gaze of the female traffic police officer, Reverend Jeff stuck his head out and shamelessly asked, "Um, I just wanted to know, why aren't you off work yet, it's so late?"

When traffic police are on duty, they usually work in pairs.

Furthermore, it's so late now. The other party is a female traffic police officer, still on duty alone on the road; something's clearly not right.

"Actually, this is my first day at work today, and I just happened to have a car problem, which is why it's been delayed until now. But it's nothing serious," the female traffic police officer explained optimistically.

Reverend Jeff looked at the motorcycle the female traffic officer was pushing, and sure enough, the front tire was stuck. He quickly asked, "Do you need help?"

"No need, I can handle this myself," the female traffic police officer said cheerfully.

"Alright then, good luck~" Pastor Jeff, having been rejected, started the car again.

Connie's grandmother, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Pastor Jeff, who had been absent-minded since saying goodbye to the female traffic police officer, and said, "If I were you, I would go back to her right now."

Reverend Jeff is clearly in love right now.

“No, I can’t do that,” Pastor Jeff said verbally.

"Why?" Grandma Connie asked. "Is it because you are a pastor that God has deprived you of the right to pursue happiness?"

“No, that’s not it,” Pastor Jeff said hesitantly. “It’s just that I don’t know her name yet, and I don’t know if she’s single. After all, she’s so perfect.”

Yes, perfect.

When Pastor Jeff made eye contact with the other person, it was as if he saw an angel.

He had never experienced that strange feeling with Serena before.

“Believe me, she’s definitely still single. You have a very good chance of winning her over,” Grandma Connie said with certainty.

Actually, Connie's grandmother was just guessing based on her experience.

The female traffic police officer's gaze towards Jeff revealed a lot of special emotions.

Of course, Connie's grandmother, always eager for drama, was only there to act as matchmaker. Even if things went wrong in the end, it would only be Pastor Jeff who felt embarrassed.

Moreover, experiencing another strange relationship could help Pastor Jeff get out of Serena's shadow sooner.

"Are you sure?" Pastor Jeff was clearly swayed by Grandma Connie's words.

"Of course, Grandma has plenty of experience when it comes to matters of the heart," Grandma Connie continued, trying to entice her. "Go ahead, don't miss this opportunity, or you'll regret it."

Reverend Jeff just looks older than his age; he's actually not even thirty yet.

At this moment, he was even more bewitched by Grandma Connie, and his blood was boiling.

“Okay, I’ll go now. God help me!” Pastor Jeff seemed to have made up his mind. After parking the car, he opened the door and got out: “What should I do?”

"Maybe you could take her home first, and then ask her out for a drink," Grandma Connie said, waving with a smile. "Good luck, boy!"

Having received instructions, Pastor Jeff straightened his head, straightened his clothes, composed himself, and turned to walk towards the fork in the road.

The female traffic policewoman pushing the car was still there, not far away.

Having done another good deed, Grandma Connie moved to the driver's seat. In a good mood, she prepared to see the result of her matchmaking efforts.

To her surprise, when she turned her head, she saw a human face pasted on the car window.

"Jeff, why are you back again?" Grandma Connie asked in a harsh tone, startled.

You know, it's really scary when a human face suddenly appears in the window late at night.

"I came back to ask you to pass on a message to Mary that I won't be going to her house tonight," Pastor Jeff said with a forced smile, sounding embarrassed.

He also knew that his actions just now were a bit abrupt.

"Okay, okay, you can go now." Grandma Connie waved her hand to shoo the other person away.

Grandma Connie's heart was still pounding from the fright she had just experienced. Even the smile on Pastor Jeff's face gave her a chill.

Reverend Jeff saw Grandma Connie's reaction, smiled awkwardly, and then left.

This time, after Pastor Jeff left, Grandma Connie wasn't in the mood to care about his love life. She drove home as fast as the wind.

"Mike... Mike..." Connie's grandma called out loudly as soon as she entered the house.

"What's wrong?" Mike came out of the room. He noticed that Grandma Connie seemed a bit off after she went out; her face was unusually pale.

"It's nothing," Grandma Connie said, taking a breath. "Alright, go back and rest!"

"Something's weird..." Mike muttered to himself, then went back to his room.

He didn't know that Grandma Connie was using "washing her eyes" to forget the fright she had just experienced.

Chapter 74 Honesty and Lies

Wednesday arrived in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere in the classroom became tense as Ms. Ingram walked in carrying the math test paper.

Some of the usually playful and mischievous students in the class turned pale with resignation.

A prime example is George Jr.

He's now looking down, his legs are shaking nervously, like he has ADHD.

Of course, there were also some unconventional students who were not only not nervous, but actually seemed quite excited.

A prime example is Sheldon Jr. At this moment, he has his pen ready, looking like a soldier heading to battle.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. This is just a simple diagnostic test..." Ms. Ingram looked around and stared at the students crammed together in the back row. She said, "Students in the back, please move forward. One desk for each of you."

There are plenty of empty seats in the front row of the classroom; even if each person had their own desk, there would still be room to spare.

As the students rearranged their seats, Ms. Ingram's tone became much sterner, reminding them, "This test score will not be included in the total score, so don't worry too much."

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Ingram continued, "Of course, don't cheat either, or I'll report it to the school and put it in your records."

At Ingram's warning, the students in the back row quickly adjusted their positions.

Unfortunately, because George was a step too slow, all the good seats in the class were taken by others. He could only reluctantly take his stationery and sit in the front row, on the other side of Sheldon.

After everything quieted down, Ms. Ingram began handing out the test papers one by one.

This was Mike's second test since arriving at school. After receiving the test paper, he didn't rush to answer the questions, but instead browsed through the entire paper first.

Fortunately, apart from the last two major questions that used calculus, the rest of the questions on this test paper were quite simple.

Mike estimated that he should be able to get a perfect score.

Feeling confident, he flipped through the exam paper and began answering the first question methodically.

On the other side, Sheldon, who also received the test paper, seemed quite composed. The math test wasn't difficult for him either.

Just half an hour later, when Sheldon finished the previous questions and got to the last two big ones, he couldn't help but frown.

The eleventh-grade math curriculum hasn't yet covered the application of calculus, so these two challenging problems are clearly beyond the curriculum.

Young Sheldon thought for a moment, about to raise his hand to signal to the teacher that the question was beyond the scope of the curriculum.

However, out of the corner of his eye, he happened to see Mike next to him answering the last two questions.

As a proud academic achiever, young Sheldon was determined not to lose to anyone when it came to academics.

So he suppressed the urge to raise his hand. Instead, he took out his scratch paper and, using his own problem-solving approach, began to check the last two major problems.

Another half hour passed, and with his draft paper full, Sheldon, relying on his exceptional intelligence, finally deduced the answers to the last two questions.

He then copied the answers onto the test paper with a sense of accomplishment, and then looked at Mike next to him.

Mike, who had been diligently answering questions, was now slumped over the table. Judging from the pressure marks on his face, he had probably been asleep for a while.

Sheldon, who considered Mike his only rival, shook his head regretfully upon seeing this.

From Sheldon's perspective, he thought Mike gave up early because he couldn't solve the last two big questions.

After enjoying the thrill of defeating his opponent, Sheldon finally had time to look at the other students.

Witnessing other students struggling with problems and looking distressed gives young Sheldon a great sense of superiority.

After looking around the classroom, he suddenly noticed that little George, who was sitting on the other side of him, had crossed one leg while Ms. Ingram wasn't looking.

Today, little George wore a new pair of flat shoes. The interesting thing is, little Sheldon saw densely written mathematical formulas on the soles of the shoes.

'This is cheating!' Young Sheldon realized what his brother was doing.

Disgusted by George's actions, Sheldon immediately looked at Ms. Ingram, who was dozing off on the podium, wanting to report George's cheating to her.

However, he suddenly remembered what Ms. Ingram had said before about the serious consequences of being caught cheating, and hesitated for a moment.

After much deliberation, Sheldon decided to stop his brother from cheating without alerting the teacher.

"Little George! Little George~" Sheldon called out softly.

Little George, engrossed in cheating, was startled by the shout. He quickly put his leg down and pretended nothing was wrong, a perfectly fluid motion.

Of course, he would appear more natural if he didn't have a cold sweat on his head.

Then, wiping the sweat from his brow, little George glanced furtively at the podium and saw Ingram dozing off. Relieved, he turned around angrily and asked, "Sheldon, what's wrong with you?"

"Shoes," Sheldon whispered a reminder.

"What, shoes?" Little George continued to play dumb.

"Shoes...you're...cheating..."