The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 97 Shallow Chuck

The next day.

The Thanksgiving break is over, and students are flooding back into campus.

"Hmm, that's strange."

Little Sheldon walked into the campus neatly dressed and carrying a small suitcase, looked at the campus security hall, and took a few extra glances 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 expressed his observation: "There are also more."

Professor Alicia Harper followed Little Sheldon's eyes and found that it was indeed the case. She nodded secretly when she understood what happened, but it was not easy to tell Little Sheldon about these things, so she said with a smile: " Isn't that 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 guards in the guard hall, and gave a positive evaluation.

"Let's go."

Professor Alicia Harper reminds: "Class is coming soon."

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

The painting presentation at the dinner party last time brought the relationship between the two closer.

"Professor Harper."

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

"...Dr. Wolfe."

Little Sheldon called out very unhappy.

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

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

"No!"

Chuck refuses.

"why?"

Professor Alicia Harper was puzzled.

"Because it's the rule."

Chuck said frankly: "Without rules, the title of doctor will be meaningless, and if the title has no meaning, my Ph.D. will also lose a lot of meaning."

"You are studying for a Ph. D. to be honored as Dr. Wolfe?"

Professor Alicia Harper was dumbfounded. She couldn't believe that Chuck was such a superficial person.

"For some, yes."

Chuck glanced at Young Sheldon.

"..."

This look not only made Professor Alicia Harper speechless, but also made little Sheldon feel more uncomfortable.

He had the feeling that someone Chuck was talking about was talking about him.

The three walked in side by side, with Professor Alicia Harper walking in the middle, looking at the calm Chuck on the left, and then at the little Sheldon who suddenly put on a small face, and couldn't help saying: "Sheldon , are you home for Thanksgiving?"

"Yes."

Little Sheldon complained: "My mother made me have to go home for these kinds of festivals."

"You don't like it."

Professor Alicia Harper knows it.

"do not like."

Little Sheldon frowned: "This year's Thanksgiving is 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 it was difficult for her to ask because Little Sheldon was by her side.

"This year my uncle Dan came with my aunt Jessica."

Little 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 was very jealous and quarreled with my mother again."

"It's really bad."

Professor Alicia Harper sighs.

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

Little Sheldon looked at Professor Alicia Harper in surprise, and then said frankly to Professor Alicia Harper, who had a stagnant expression: "My father and my mother often have conflicts, which is normal, there is nothing to say , my dad is just a high school football coach who married my mom on a motorcycle, jealous of Uncle Dan who married a rich man's daughter, it's normal, I said bad, because Uncle Dan's arrival seriously affected I."

"Of course it is."

Professor Alicia Harper finally couldn't hold back her complaints.

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

"Aren't you going to ask how they affected me so badly?"

Little Sheldon couldn't help looking at Professor Alicia Harper.

"How did they affect you so badly?"

Professor Alicia Harper actually didn't want to continue this topic anymore, but seeing Little Sheldon like this, she could only ask along.

"Glad you asked."

Little Sheldon, who was about to talk about it, felt relieved now: "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 before, but when I heard my father proudly mention When I was in high school, I used mathematics to help my dad's football team design tactics and victories, as well as the math treasure hunt I was doing and the 100 million bonus, Uncle Dan suddenly changed his attitude and warmly invited me to Las Vegas Gus played, and after my mother sternly rejected him, he came to me privately many times, asking me to tell him how to use mathematics to scientifically gamble, and his stupid questions annoyed me so much.”

"What kind of uncle is this!"

Professor Alicia Harper frowned: "He wants to use his nephew to gamble!"

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

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

While talking, the three came to the classroom and returned to their seats.

"Hi, Chuck."

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

Chuck takes a look at Justine.

"It's not what she told me."

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

Speaking of this, she put her arm around the shoulder of her best friend Justin, with a look of fear.

"Safety first."

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

Speaking of this, he glanced at a woman sitting there not far away.

"Did you see it? You are amazing!"

Cheryl followed Chuck's gaze and stuck out her tongue: "After something like this happens, I can only live the life without freedom before, otherwise my father won't let me go back to school at all."

"It is a kind of happiness to be protected by someone."

Justin sighed.

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

Cheryl put her arms around her best friend and comforted her, "I will never encounter that kind of thing again."

Justin smiled.

In her eyes, her best friend Cheryl, who has never experienced that kind of thing, does not understand that there are too many uncertainties in relying on others, and the only one who should really rely on herself is herself.

(End of this chapter)