American TV series Detective's Daily Life

The next day.

Thanksgiving break is over and students are back on campus.

"Hmm, that's weird."

Little Sheldon walked into the campus neatly dressed and carrying a small suitcase. He looked at the campus security hall and looked at it strangely.

Professor Alicia Harper, who came over, saw this scene and asked with a smile: "Sheldon, what are you looking at?"

"The guards are different."

Little Sheldon shared his observation: "It's become more."

Professor Alicia Harper followed Little Sheldon's gaze and found that it was indeed the case. She understood what had happened and nodded secretly. However, it was not easy to tell Little Sheldon these things, so she smiled and said: " Isn’t this bad?”

"No, the school is paying more attention to campus safety, which is good."

Little Sheldon shook his head, looked away from the more professional-looking guard in the guard hall, and made a positive comment.

"Let's go."

Professor Alicia Harper reminded: "Class is almost here."

The two walked side by side to the campus, and then they saw Chuck. Professor Alicia Harper took the initiative to say hello: "Dr. Wolfe."

The gift of paintings at the last dinner party brought the relationship between the two parties closer.

"Professor Harper."

Chuck paused to look over, nodded in response, and glanced at Little Sheldon: "Mr. Cooper."

"…Dr. Wolfe."

Little Sheldon called out unhappily.

"Dr. Wolfe, you and Sheldon are classmates, just call each other by name."

Professor Alicia Harper saw little Sheldon's unhappiness and suggested.

"No!"

Chuck refused.

"Why?"

Professor Alicia Harper was puzzled.

"Because that's the rule."

Chuck said straightforwardly: "Without rules, the title of doctorate will be meaningless, and if the title has no meaning, my PhD study will also have a lot less meaning."

“You’re studying for a Ph.D. just so that people can call you Dr. Wolfe?”

Professor Alicia Harper didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She didn't believe that Chuck was such a superficial person.

"For some people, yes."

Chuck glanced at Little Sheldon.

"..."

This look not only made Professor Alicia Harper speechless, but also made the little Sheldon who saw it even more uncomfortable.

He felt like some of the people Chuck was talking about were talking about him.

The three of them walked inside side by side. Professor Alicia Harper walked in the middle. She looked to the left at the calm Chuck and then at the little Sheldon who suddenly had a serious face. He couldn't help but said: "Sheldon , have you gone home for Thanksgiving?”

"Yes."

Young Sheldon gushed: "My mom made me go home to these kind of festivals."

"You don't like it."

Professor Alicia Harper understands.

"dislike."

Little Sheldon frowned: "This year's Thanksgiving will be even worse."

"Why do you say that?"

Professor Alicia Harper glanced at Chuck subconsciously. She knew what happened on the Thanksgiving campus and knew that it had something to do with Chuck, but little Sheldon was nearby, so she couldn't ask.

“My uncle Dan came over this year with his aunt Jessica.”

Young Sheldon said: "Aunt Jessica's father is a casino manager in Las Vegas. The family is very rich and admires Uncle Dan very much. My father is very jealous and quarreled with my mother again."

"This is really bad."

exclaimed Professor Alicia Harper.

"I haven't gotten to the bad part yet."

Little Sheldon looked at Professor Alicia Harper in surprise, and then said straightforwardly to Professor Alicia Harper, who had a dull expression: "My father and my mother often have conflicts. This is normal. There is nothing to say. , my dad was just a high school football coach who married my mom with a motorcycle. He was jealous of Uncle Dan who married the daughter of a rich family. This is normal. I said it was bad because the arrival of Uncle Dan and the others seriously affected him. I."

"Of course it is."

Professor Alicia Harper finally couldn't help but complain.

For people like Little Sheldon, it is true that he will only feel bad if it affects him, otherwise he won't care at all.

"Aren't you going to ask them how they seriously affected me?"

Little Sheldon couldn't help but look at Professor Alicia Harper.

"How did they seriously affect you?"

Professor Alicia Harper actually no longer wanted to continue this topic, but seeing Little Sheldon like this, she could only ask along the way.

"I'm glad you asked."

Little Sheldon, who was about to talk and complain, now felt at ease: "You also know that gambling is actually a matter of mathematical probability, and I am very good at mathematics. Uncle Dan didn't feel much about it in the past, but when he heard my father proudly mention it When I was in high school, I was using mathematics to help my dad's football team design tactics for consecutive wins, as well as my ongoing mathematical scavenger hunt and the 1 million bonus. Uncle Dan suddenly changed his attitude and enthusiastically invited me to Las Vegas. After Guswan was sternly rejected by my mother, he came to me many times in private and asked me to talk to him about how to use mathematics to scientifically gamble. His stupid questions annoyed me."

"What kind of uncle is this!"

Professor Alicia Harper frowned: "You actually want to use your nephew to gamble!"

"Oh, he's not the first to do that."

Little Sheldon shrugged and said, "My grandma did this two years ago, but I like my grandma."

While talking, the three of them came to the classroom and took their seats.

"Hi, Chuck."

Classmate Cheryl pulled her best friend Justine and sat next to Chuck. After sitting down, she leaned over and whispered: "Thank you for saving Justine."

Chuck glanced at Justine.

"She didn't tell me."

Cheryl kept paying attention to Chuck's expression and immediately explained: "She originally refused to tell me that I overheard the news from my dad's security personnel. It was too scary."

After saying this, she put her arm around her best friend Justine's shoulders, with a scared look on her face.

"Safety first."

Chuck said: "Either you have enough ability to protect yourself, or you don't refuse the security personnel arranged by your family."

After saying this, he glanced at a woman sitting there not far away.

"Did you see that? You are so awesome!"

Cheryl followed Chuck's gaze and stuck out her tongue: "If something like this happens, I can only live the life without freedom again, otherwise my father will not let me come back to school at all."

"It's a blessing to have someone to protect you."

Justine sighed.

"Don't worry, I will protect you."

Cheryl hugged her best friend and comforted her: "I will never encounter that kind of thing again."

Justine smiled.

In her eyes, her best friend Cheryl, who has never experienced that kind of thing, doesn't understand that there is too much uncertainty in relying on others, and the only one who should really rely on herself is herself.