American TV series Detective's Daily Life

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 female bodyguard who was with him followed closely.

"Cheryl."

Chuck nodded in response.

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

Cheryl laughed.

"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 and saw the familiar little figure from the class walking in front, and 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 displeased at Cheryl who was holding back her laughter, then glanced at the indifferent Chuck, and said depressedly: "I want to practice the spirit of the Flash, Batman and other superheroes and help Leonard .”

"And then you failed and got beaten?"

Cheryl endured it so hard.

"You want to know why?"

Chuck looked at young 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 feel surprised at all. She was even thinking about what would happen if Little Sheldon really took action. If you don't use your words, 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 amazed.

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

Young Sheldon explained: "He looks very similar to my uncle and my dad. Leonard had met my dad. After seeing him on campus, he thought he might be a relative, and then confirmed that he was 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 seemed that even the last fig leaf, the courage of Little Sheldon she imagined, never existed.

"It's so pitiful that he was beaten like this by his own cousin."

Cheryl made a last-ditch effort to exercise the courtesy and friendship of a big sister and classmate.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Little Sheldon immediately shook his head: "You can't compare 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 legs. I remember last year she kicked me over, causing me to be slightly dislocated. I spent the whole Christmas waiting for it to slowly slide down."

"..."

Being bullied like this by her own 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 is a logical flaw 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 which way, 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 suggests 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 your IQ to fall off the line 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 self-aware look: "I don't even dare to say that I am the smartest person."

"Because you're not the smartest guy!"

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 am only the third smartest person in the world at best."

"Third in the world?"

Cheryl asked curiously: "Who is number one 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 said nothing and just followed into the classroom.

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

Professor Alicia Harper is fine for the purely appreciative Chuck.

The class is over.

"Classmate 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?"

Cheryl came over early in the morning and looked at Chuck with strange eyes upon hearing 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 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 give Chuck directions.

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 thought that they might be relatives when he saw the face of Jimmy Sbeckman, a member of the football team in middle school, and asked Little Sheldon to come over to recognize him and strike up a conversation.

Normally, he would have walked around when he saw such people.

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 transparent person in the past 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 saw 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, ruthless, 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.