Rebirth of America: The American Drama System

bell!

Outside an American-style single-family villa.

Owen greeted Tan and stepped forward to ring the doorbell.

This was the second night after getting the American drama system. Ever since Little Sheldon's mother, Mary Cooper, learned that her lonely little son had made friends, two at a time, she excitedly invited Owen and the two to come over as guests.

"They came and everyone stayed calm, it was just a normal day, a normal dinner."

A woman's suppressed and excited voice came from inside the house.

"Can I eat in front of the TV?"

A little girl's voice sounded.

"No, Sheldon has guests today, and we all have to entertain them warmly."

"Fuck!"

"I know what the hell you mean, little girl. If we hadn't had guests today, I would have taught you a lesson."

The woman's roar was very penetrating. Tan shook his body in fear, but Owen smiled knowingly.

Creak!

The door opened, and what came into view was a well-dressed middle-aged Caucasian woman. She even wore a necklace around her neck that was only worn for important occasions. It was obviously not in line with the ordinary dinner she said. She was standing leaning against the door. He bowed slightly and greeted warmly: "Welcome."

That kind smile and gentle tone made it difficult for Tan to associate the roar with the other party. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Owen took a step forward and said hello with a smile: "Good evening, Mrs. Cooper, I am Owen Lee. Sheldon’s friend.”

"Hello, Owen."

Mary Cooper saw that Owen had a mature temperament despite his young age, and was far more suitable to be her precious son's friend than Tan, who was already a high school student. The smile on her face couldn't help but become brighter, and she stretched out her hand to shake Owen's hand. He said hello to Tan again and pulled Owen into the house.

Everyone was seated in front of a rectangular dining table. A big fat man sat on the narrow edge of the square dining table. It was Sheldon's father, George Cooper. There were three chairs on the left hand side. Sheldon sat next to George. Next, Owen is next to Sheldon, and Tan is next to Owen.

Sitting across from her was Sheldon's twin sister Missy Cooper, and directly opposite George Cooper sat Sheldon's high school brother George Cooper Jr.

Mary was busy in the kitchen, and everyone sat there, staring awkwardly, waiting.

"So, Tan, which country is your name from?"

As the male host, George could only take the initiative to speak in an attempt to interrupt this awkward atmosphere.

"Vietnamese, sir."

Tan's words are concise and to the point.

"Oh, I remembered it."

George nodded and said casually: "I also stayed there when I was in the army..."

At this point, George paused, looked at Tan strangely, and asked tentatively: "Isn't your mother's name Jin Li?"

"No, sir."

Tan was puzzled. He still spoke concisely and had no intention of saying more.

"That's good, that's good."

George breathed a sigh of relief and covered it up: "You know, it's a small country, maybe... Mary, how long will it take to get better?"

"It'll be ready soon."

Mary's voice came from the kitchen.

Little Sheldon rolled his eyes and directly asked his doubts: "Why do you think you know his mother?"

"hehe."

When Owen heard this, he couldn't hold it back anymore and laughed out loud, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

"why are you laughing?"

Little Sheldon is puzzled. Although he has a super high IQ, his emotional intelligence is pitifully low. After more than 20 years, he still can't understand many common sense in the eyes of ordinary people, not to mention that he is only 9 years old now.

"nothing."

Seeing George looking at him in embarrassment, Owen suppressed a smile and responded perfunctorily. He couldn't talk about the scandals of the other party's soldiers abroad in front of his master.

Dinner included barbecue chicken and beef brisket, a classic Texas style. After dinner, Owen and Irving followed Little Sheldon to the garage, where Little Sheldon’s various train toys and his imaginative toys were displayed. design.

"What's this?"

Owen points to an apparently repurposed toy oven.

"Oh, this is the armed robot I designed and transformed."

Little Sheldon said with some nostalgia and disappointment: "It was originally used to drive Missy out of the room, but unfortunately, the size and strength are not big enough, and Missy is not afraid at all."

Owen doubted: "You said this can move?"

"certainly."

Little Sheldon nodded matter-of-factly, and then asked in confusion: "If it can't move, how can it be called my armed robot?"

As he said that, he took a remote control and pressed it. As expected, the toy oven started to move. The modified and installed robot arm waved in a decent manner, making driving movements.

"amazing."

Owen couldn't help but admire.

Although he lived for more than 20 years in his previous life and went to college, it is still very difficult to make such a DIY. But little Sheldon is only 9 years old, but he can complete it so easily. How can this not be amazing? .

"this is nothing."

Little Sheldon said indifferently: "This was originally a medical CT machine that I modified from a non-working computed tomography scanner. Unfortunately, Missy complained to her mother that the CT machine burned her guinea pig "Snowball" to death. Mom took it away, and here, the sonic death ray I made was once placed, specifically to deal with Billy Bucks, who often bullied me next door..."

"Hey Sheldon, is this the model rocket you made?"

Tan picked up the rocket model on the table and while playing with it, he discussed it with Sheldon: "Are you using the method introduced in the book Liquid Rockets written by Professor Robert Goddard?"

"Yes."

Young Sheldon introduced: "Originally, I was going to get some uranium to make an atomic engine, but unfortunately it was too difficult to get, and the FBI was called in for this."

"..."

Tan Qian smiled and said, "It's okay if you can't get it."

Owen asked curiously: "Even if there is uranium, are you sure you can make an atomic engine? This seems to involve nuclear fission reaction, right?"

"Yes."

Little Sheldon glanced at Owen in confusion and asked, "Is there any problem? It's very simple, you just need to\u0026%#@\u0026*..."

Owen looked at Little Sheldon with a blank look on his face. He listened to the professional jargon coming out of the other person's mouth. He couldn't understand it at all. In the end, it turned into garbled language. He didn't know what was wrong. He consciously communicated with the American drama system and asked. Said: "System, are you sure I must be friends with him?"

"Yes Master."

American TV series system: "This universe was created with the Big Bang Theory as the center. The only ones who can bring positive points to the owner are the seven-member group of lucky protagonists in The Big Bang Theory."

"Depend on!"

Irving complained: "When I was watching TV, I thought it was funny, but when I became friends with him, I realized it was not funny at all. He is only 9 years old now, but I can't understand a word he said. It’s really embarrassing that we don’t have a common language.”