The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 33
"Is this a date?"

After Monica sent back Peggy, who was stuck in thinking about math problems, she hurried back to her apartment and began to rummaging through the boxes to dress up, which immediately attracted gossip from her best friend Rachel.

"Yeah, Rachel, come and help me figure out, which one should I wear?"

Monica kept trying on clothes in the mirror, feeling a little dissatisfied and undecided, so she asked Rachel, who used to be a high school goddess.

"Is that the doctor?"

Rachel casually threw away the clothes Monica was trying on on her chest, motioned Monica to try another one, and asked with a smile.

"Correct."

Following Rachel's reminder, Monica brought over another set and nodded as she tried it: "His flight is at 9 o'clock in the evening."

"In such a hurry?"

Rachel was surprised: "Why not let him stay an extra day?"

Monica rolled her eyes in the mirror.

"ok, ok."

Rachel got it.

Before Monica and Ross went to Miller Farm to meet Chuck, and chatted with them as old friends when they came back. Naturally, gossip was indispensable.

Everyone knows about Chuck.

Especially in the endless complaints of Ross, the real brother, knowing that Monica has an unusual affection for this Chuck, the gossip is even more fierce, and the doctor is directly used to refer to Chuck.

Rachel and the others also have a certain understanding of Chuck's personality and temper. They know that the other party is a severe autistic patient. Well, according to Monica's correction, it is a high-functioning autism exclusive to super geniuses.

"It's a pity that he is not a doctor (doctor) like my father and the others."

Seeing that Monica was so caring, Rachel was happy for her best friend, but at the same time she couldn't help but said with acid.

"Thank goodness he's not."

Monica said subconsciously.

"What do you mean?"

Rachel immediately became unhappy.

"It's nothing... I mean, no matter how high-functioning Chuck is, he still has autism. Being a scientist's doctor (doctor) is already the limit. How can he be a regular doctor (doctor) like your father? But to be in charge of other people's life and death."

Monica hurried to make amends.

She knew that Rachel had always had a strong attachment to the father of a doctor who was a famous doctor and could earn a lot of money to provide their daughters with a high material foundation, so that she married a dentist who also made a lot of money as soon as she graduated from college.

Although she ran away from the marriage at the last moment, and later found out that she was right to escape, because the dentist was a complete asshole who had sex with the bridesmaid, but Rachel's complex with the handsome doctor probably won't get better in this life.

In fact, she doesn't have much resistance to doctors who can make money and have status. If this doctor is still a handsome doctor, it is simply unbearable.

That's right!

As an ordinary person, the doctor in her eyes is more inclined to be a doctor than a doctor.

Among them is the stereotype brought to her by her brother Ross, a doctor.

But now she has changed.

"Hi, Rachel."

At this time, the door was pushed open, and the long-faced Ross walked in with such a grin, and gave Rachel who was standing at the door of the bedroom a smile as soft as possible.

"Hi, Ross."

Rachel smiled: "Look at Monica."

"You're dressing up, have a date?"

Ross glanced at it and said something casually, then his eyes widened, and he shouted, "Don't tell me it's with that doctor!"

"Any questions?"

Monica continued to pull Rachel to choose clothes.

"What's the problem?"

Rose exclaimed, "I just can't understand why you like that man!"

"If you can understand, I'd be worried."

Influenced by her circle of friends, Monica has never lacked humor: "Nowadays, I already have a beautiful female professor who puts me under a lot of pressure. I don't want to add another brother as a love rival."

"..."

Rose's face darkened.

"Pretty female professor?"

Rachel smiled knowingly and grasped the key point.

"Correct."

Thinking of Professor Alicia Harper, Monica immediately let go of the hand holding the clothes and said with some frustration: "I'm sure Chuck went to study for the second degree because of her."

"That's why you're in such a hurry?"

Rachel suddenly said: "Don't worry, you are good enough, you are definitely not worse than that beautiful female professor."

"Hehe, it's true."

Monica laughed at herself without confidence: "After you meet Alicia, you will understand what the gap is."

"Alicia?"

Ross, who was wearing a black face, changed his face when he heard the name: "Professor Alicia Harper? A professor of physics at Princeton University?"

"Yes, you know her?"

Monica was surprised.

Rachel looked over too.

"Of course I know her."

Ross said excitedly: "I once wanted to go to Princeton to study for a Ph.D. in physics..."

"See?"

Monica smiled wryly: "With such a female professor, everyone wants to study for a Ph.D. in physics."

"I'm not because of this..."

Ross blushed, but couldn't speak anymore as Monica and Rachel watched.

Because he had this idea at the beginning, it was indeed because he had seen the peerless face of Professor Alicia Harper.

But in the end he gave up, because he met his wife, oh, now his ex-wife.

Well, he chose to give up for love, definitely not because physics is too difficult compared to paleontology, and he couldn't read it.

"I'll take a look if I get a chance."

Rachel was a little unconvinced.

As a goddess of scumbags, she is naturally disgusted with the goddess of tyrants.

"Oops, time flies so fast."

Monica looked up at the time and exclaimed, "Rachel, which one should I choose?"

"Just that one."

Rachel came back to her senses, and pointed casually: "Where did you make an appointment?"

"Uh."

Monica was at a loss for words.

She was in a hurry to finalize the date for tonight, but forgot to set the location. After all, in her subconscious, this kind of thing was done by the man.

"I'll give him a call."

Monica was helpless, picked up the phone and dialed: "What? You are still at Princeton University? No, I'll go directly."

"Is he still there?"

Rachel smiled and said: "This is not good news, or I will lend you my lucky uniform, just to let you experience campus love?"

"Campus love is good."

Monica's eyes lit up, she closed the bedroom door, and said while changing her clothes, "Forget about the lucky uniform, I look 22 years old, not 18 years old!"

When she rushed to find Chuck at Princeton University dressed in student-like clothes, she found him sitting on the corridor in a daze.

"Hi."

Monica straightened her uncomfortable clothes, and greeted the dazed Chuck with a smile.

Chuck heard, looked up, and nodded.

"You haven't left?"

Monica sat next to him and took the initiative to talk.

"Ah."

Chuck nodded.

Monica looked at the sky. It was already night, and the dim lights in the campus reflected the atmosphere of love. The only pity was that Chuck was not very good, which made her a little helpless. She couldn't help asking: " why?"

It was still afternoon when they parted.

After she proposed a date and he agreed, why did he stay here without making any preparations.

It made her very uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)