The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

Chapter 114: Respect the ancestors secondly, look forward to the future first

New Jersey.

Princeton University.

Chuck returned from New Hampshire quietly and came directly to school. He had classes today.

"Hi, Chuck."

Cheryl greeted Chuck warmly as always.

The accompanying female bodyguard followed closely.

"Cheryl."

Chuck nodded in response.

"Justine helps you clean up, can I come over and play too?"

Cheryl smiled.

"cannot."

Chuck was concise and to the point.

"..."

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

She had asked her best friend Justine before and begged her 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 and pouted, but she quickly followed him. When she saw the familiar little figure from the class walking in front, she greeted with a smile: "Hi, Sheldon!

"

Little Sheldon paused, turned around, and called back: "Hi, Cheryl."

Then he reluctantly greeted Chuck: "Dr. Wolfe."

"Mr. Cooper."

Chuck nodded in response.

"What's wrong with you?"

Cheryl laughed out loud when little Sheldon turned around, pointed at the panda eye on the right side of little Sheldon, and tried hard to control her laughter.

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

.”

"Then you failed and got beaten?"

Cheryl endured it so hard.

"You want to know why?"

Chuck looked at Little Sheldon.

"..."

Little Sheldon's little face with half panda eyes fell down, and he stared at Chuck with great grievance.

He is also a super genius, okay!

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

And this time he also wants to practice the concept of heroes helping others, okay!

"Do not be sad."

Cheryl comforted her: "You can stand up for others and take action 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 anything?"

Cheryl was stunned.

"Do I look like a muscular guy?"

Little Sheldon said confidently and glanced at a certain muscular man with envy.

"……All right."

Cheryl wanted to ask who would take action to embarrass a child like you without taking action, but when she heard Little Sheldon's confident expression, she suddenly didn't find it strange at all. She was even thinking about what would happen if Little Sheldon really took action.

If you don't use your mouth, I'm afraid you won't get beaten.

"I went to talk to him."

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

"Your cousin?"

Cheryl was surprised.

"My uncle's child from his first marriage is now named Jimmy Sparkman."

Young Sheldon explained: "He 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, why else do you think I would go?"

"..."

Cheryl was speechless again.

Okay!

Strict logic!

But not only did she not win, but now it seems that even the last fig leaf, the courage of Little Sheldon she imagined, never existed.

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

Cheryl made her last effort to show the courtesy and friendship of a big sister and classmate.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Little Sheldon immediately shook his head: "It can't be compared with my sister Missy at all. My sister Missy always likes to resort to violence when she encounters conflicts that I can't reconcile. She also likes to hit me in the eyes, but she prefers

I used to lift my vaginal leg. I remember she kicked it last year, which made me slightly dislocated. I spent the whole Christmas waiting for it to slowly slide down."

"..."

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

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

Chuck said suddenly.

"What do you mean?"

Little Sheldon looked at him very warily.

"Because there are logical loopholes in it."

Chuck said seriously: "If you are really used to your sister's fists and vaginal legs, and are aware of the violent tendencies of the Cooper family, then when you know that this Jimmy Sparkman may be your cousin

, you should not go over to ask for a beating, and if you knew that he was not your cousin, you would not go over to ask for a beating. So no matter what, if your IQ is online, you will not be beaten, but now you are being beaten.

Beaten, what does this mean?"

"..."

Little Sheldon's mouth twitched and his eyelids spasmed.

"This means there are two possibilities."

Chuck said to himself: "Either you are not as smart as you think, or you were originally very smart, but your sister knocked down your IQ, causing you to fall off the line from time to time."

"I am very smart!"

Little Sheldon shouted: "I am the smartest!"

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

"Because you're not the smartest person!"

Little Sheldon raised his head stubbornly and stared at Chuck with his half-panda eyes.

"I'm certainly not the smartest person."

Chuck nodded: "I can only be considered the third smartest person in the world at most."

"Third in the world?"

Cheryl asked curiously: "Who is number one in the world and number two in the world?"

"Secondly, respect the sages."

Chuck said calmly: "The first thing is to wait for the future."

"..."

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

The female bodyguard following behind also looked at Chuck in amazement and said to herself: "Sure enough, geniuses are different. Even braggarts can boast that they are better than others! The second respect is for the dead sages, and the first is for future generations.

It means that I am the best in the world, which sounds much better than that little guy who keeps shouting that I am the smartest person."

"I am the future!"

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

"No, you're not!"

Chuck shook his head: "Everything that can be observed by me 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 still talking about here? We have to go to class."

Professor Alicia Harper drifted by.

"Hey, Professor Harper is not in a good mood today."

Cheryl was keenly aware that Professor Alicia Harper's mood was no different than usual.

Chuck didn't say anything and just followed into the classroom.

The moon waxes and wanes, but each has its own beauty.

Professor Alicia Harper is quite good for Chuck who is purely appreciative.

The class is over.

"Classmate Cooper."

Chuck stopped Little Sheldon.

"What's the matter?"

Little Sheldon took a step back.

"Do you know which school Leonard is in?"

Chuck asked.

"Are you going to help that Leonard?"

Cheryl came over early in the morning and looked at Chuck strangely when she heard this.

As a big man as Chuck, he would never bully a child...

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

Chuck looked at her.

"Crime? It's not serious, is it?"

Cheryl couldn't laugh or cry: "It's just school bullying. Just ask Leonard to stay away from that person."

"I'm not talking about Jimmy Sparkman."

Chuck shook his head.

"...You mean to prevent Leonard, who is being bullied, 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!"

When Chuck saw this, Little Sheldon immediately shouted: "But I'm not Little Robin, and you're not Batman!"

"Got it, little Sheldon."

Chuck nodded.

"..."

Little Sheldon saw that Chuck looked like he was calling him "Little Robin" after clearly calling his name with a small word added. He was very unhappy, but he was put there, even though he didn't want to go there again.

, but can only show Chuck the way.

Bergen County High School.

"It's all Sheldon's fault! Damn Sheldon!"

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

If little Sheldon hadn't come to his house, he wouldn't have lost more of his mother Beverly's attention, and he wouldn't have met little Sheldon's father, Mr. George Cooper, because he knew little Sheldon.

.

And if he had never met Mr. George Cooper, he would not have seen the face of Jimmy Sbeckman, a member of the football team in middle school, and thought that they might be relatives, so he would have approached Little Sheldon to recognize him and strike up a conversation.

Normally, he would have walked around when he saw people like this.

If little Sheldon hadn't been so mean-mouthed that he could offend even good relatives, his risk-taking approach might have led to success. In the future, he would have a football player to protect him at school, so he wouldn't have to worry about others bullying him.

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

Not only did he not succeed in getting someone to protect him, but he changed from the little transparent person he used to be to a pitiful guy who was specifically targeted by bullies like Jimmy Sbeckman.

Then he was now balled up and stuffed into a locker in the corridor of the classroom. If it weren't for the good mentality he had practiced since birth, he would have collapsed in the darkness at this moment.

But even so, he felt uncomfortable. The light seeping through the gap made him miss Chuck so much at the moment, the person who made his eyes sparkle whenever he met or even heard his name.

It's a pity that his mobile phone was searched before being stuffed in. Otherwise, he really wanted to call Chuck and ask him to save him.

Little Sheldon yells all day long that Chuck is not Batman and has nothing to do with Batman, but he feels that Chuck might be Batman.

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

"Chuck, if you were Batman, come and help me."

Little Leonard murmured in the darkness to the light seeping through the cracks.

Then he heard footsteps in the corridor.

(End of chapter)