Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Wolowitz wants to flank us. If you set your line higher, I will attack from below and cut their line."

Sheldon, while instructing Leonard, controlled his own kite as a bait. Ron looked up at the kite in the sky, and he actually had some tricks up his sleeve when it came to being played by four little otakus. He vaguely noticed something. Tactical meaning.

In my last life, when I watched the drama about blowing up a bunker with a kite, I thought it was made up. Now it seems that it is actually quite feasible. Ron looked on coldly and thought about whether this thing would be helpful in taxation.

However, thinking that I still have an advanced drone on hand, this method seems to be of little use, and I suddenly lose interest.

"Ron, you know women best, do you know why Penny doesn't want his friends to know me?" Unfortunately, Leonard was not in the mood for the game, and his reaction to Sheldon's order was very numb.

Sheldon was in a hurry: "Concentrate on the game, Leonard! The heat of the battle is coming. The vicious dogs of war have been released. We must fight to the end!"

"That's a good question," Ron smiled: "I guess what you want to ask is, would a fashionable girl like you introduce her new girlfriend to her friends? She's less than 1.7 meters tall. , and are lactose intolerant and embarrassed about your nerdy boyfriend who eats a piece of cheese and uses the backlash of a fart to elope to the moon?”

"Maybe Rajesh is right, maybe I made her lose face." Leonard immediately felt depressed.

"You're embarrassing me right now. A grown man actually worries about such boring things when he's flying a kite!" Sheldon scolded.

"sorry."

"I'm sorry, but I can't hit the opponent's kite." Sheldon moved skillfully and kept pulling the kite string back and forth: "Ah! I was scratched by the string, it hurts so much!"

Sheldon's repeated use of words immediately reminded Ron of the "So Cool" video he had watched before, which made his eyelids jump and he had goosebumps all over his body.

"To be honest, if I hadn't firmly believed that my mother had never cheated on me, and that Missy, who was born with you, looked like my own family member, I would have really doubted whether you were my biological brother? How could our Cooper family give birth to you like this? A man?"

Sheldon felt offended: "Hey, I'm very manly! I am the most famous Sheldon hero in Azeroth! I have thwarted the Lich King's conspiracy time and time again."

"Yes, yes, yes, you are a famous knight in Azeroth, but in reality you are a loser who can't even get a TV. By the way, you even had your pants stripped off." Ron Said sarcastically.

"Ron, can you teach me how to become more manly?" Leonard wanted to make some changes: "For example, football or something. Penny's friends came to watch the game at home today, including Neb In the game at Alaska, I don't understand why every time a goal is scored, she yells that we won, Penny has never been on the field, right?"

"I remember, I told you a long time ago that if you want to learn about rugby, just ask Sheldon. He even designed a set of algorithms to introduce mathematics into rugby to direct the game. My dad is That got him the Longhorns head coaching job.”

As Ron spoke, Sheldon straightened up. At this moment, for some reason, Howard's kite made a mistake. Sheldon and Leonard immediately seized the opportunity to strangle Rajesh's kite.

"YES! We won! See? Leonard, we won, Rajesh's kite is mine!"

Sheldon shouted excitedly, while Leonard still had a gloomy face: "Ron, I heard Howard say that your prediction was very accurate. He really found a girlfriend you described to him. What do you think about Penny and I's final result?" Will they be together? I mean married, preferably with two babies.

I feel like she is less and less interested in me now. "

"Oh~ don't be wishful thinking. Penny's concentration doesn't last long at all. You can know the results by analyzing the men she has dated in the past. The average shelf life of each one is no more than five months, so from using From an efficiency perspective, you should stay at her place for a few more nights."

Ron walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "I think you can definitely be together in the end. If you feel that she is becoming less and less interested in you, have you ever thought about taking her to do something interesting? For example, instead of sleeping together, Watching movies at home, or doing other things like flying a kite, I think it would be a good choice to take her to target shooting.”

"Target shooting? What woman would like this kind of activity?"

"All women?" Ron replied, unable to think of any woman who would refuse such an invitation.

Leonard secretly took note of Ron's suggestion and decided to go back and give it a try: "Okay, I'll go back and give it a try. Howard and the others are over there. Do you want to go back to the apartment with us?"

"No, I still have something to do." Ron replied a little guilty.

Although he didn't do anything unspeakable to Howard's wife, it was just a one-time meeting, but from a certain perspective, he did "green" Howard.

Last night, he and the gymnastics coach who looked exactly like Bernadette went back to the hotel and tried almost every position within the scope of human imagination. The other person was indeed as she said, with a very soft body.

Hope is not Bernadette, so Ron didn't cheat on Howard; but the two look exactly the same, and they were the same actor in another world, so Ron really "greened" him.

Okay, Ron's mind is a little messed up. Is this Schrödinger's cuckolding?

Of course, Ron was not making excuses. He really had something to do. Three days ago, he had agreed to Claire's invitation to attend Phil's birthday party, and wisely refused to take Sheldon with him.

However, when he first arrived at his uncle Pritchett's house to prepare for a party together in the evening, to his surprise, Mitchell was also here, carrying a toolbox.

"Hi, Mitchell, long time no see. What kind of plumber cosplay are you and Xiao Ka going to do?" Ron teased as it is well known that Mitchell has a somewhat feminine personality and is not good at repair work.

"Ron, we did build something at home, a gift wrapping station."

"Sounds really gay." Pritchett took a sip of whiskey to suppress his shock. Even though his son had been openly gay for many years, he still occasionally treated him as a normal person.

Mitchell rubbed his hands nervously: "Dad, do you remember when you taught me boxing when I was 11 years old, but I gave up halfway?"

"Of course, the moves you said you wanted to learn are all in musicals like "West Side Story". Is it useful to use fancy fists and embroidered legs?"

"If I dance with someone one day, I will definitely let you know."

"Also, tell me, I can play music next to you and shout, 'Stop fighting!'" Ron laughed.

"Well..." Mitchell became even more nervous: "Do you still want to teach me now?"

"What? Are you and Xiaoka having a conflict?"

"How could that be? How could you guess that?"

"Please, live with a man!" Pritchett said in surprise: "When my brother and I slept in bunk beds, we fought every day. You must have had the same experience, right? Ron?"

Ron nodded in agreement: "Yes, it's me and little George, but since he couldn't beat me anymore after he was seven years old, he has obviously become much more well-behaved than before."

"Xiao Ka and I didn't sleep in bunk beds." Mitchell spread his hands helplessly: "Dad, I just want to learn some self-defense skills."

"I'm not interested at all in what kind of bed you sleep on." Pritchett quickly swallowed another sip of wine: "Do you remember any tricks? Come and see?"

"Uh...buckle your thumbs outward, and then do this..." Mitchell twisted and punched the air a few times. Ron couldn't bear to look at that action.

Let's put it this way, Mitchell's fighting ability level is about equal to the other three in the Otaku Scientist Team, and lower than Rajesh. He and the other four are bundled together, and they are not enough for Penny to fight alone.

"It's not a pretty game, is it?" Mitchell asked.

Ron couldn't help complaining: "No, it's actually too 'beautiful'. If the robber has the same orientation as you, you will definitely lose more than the same thing."

"Hey, how about this," Pritchett suggested: "Ron is the best agent in the IRS. How about letting him teach you?"

"Really? Ron, can you help me?" Mitchell looked at Ron, his eyes shining.

"Please, as long as you don't look at me with that look, for the sake of your relatives, of course I can teach you." Ron said he couldn't stand Mitchell's gaze: "What do you want to learn? Muay Thai? Jiu-Jitsu ? Or Kung Fu?"

"Ron, you should teach him the simplest things. Those things of yours are too difficult for him." Pritchett is not optimistic about Mitchell's learning ability at all.

"The simplest thing? That's the gun. It's the simplest and most trouble-free." Ron pulled the gun out of the holster with a snap, turned it around on his finger and put it in Mitchell's hand: "Just turn on the safety. Just aim and shoot. Uncle Pritchett, do you have any old bottles you don't want here? Let him try it."

"No! Don't!" Mitchell immediately threw the gun back into Ron's arms like a hot potato: "I'm afraid of gunshots, I just need to learn some self-defense skills!"

"Then I have nothing to teach you, and you can't learn anything else."

Ron spread his hands, there was nothing he could do, he had already experienced Mitchell's level, and he would rather go back and teach Penny.

There was no other way, so Pritchett had no choice but to go into battle himself: "Okay, then I'll teach you a few simple jujitsu moves. Now, come here and hit me."

"Jay, are you really okay? Don't be pushy." Ron was skeptical. Pritchett was already over 60, so he couldn't teach Mitchell how to lie on the ground and blackmail someone, right?

"No problem, your mother may not have told you that I was on the wrestling team when I was in school," Jie said with high spirits, "Come on, release the hatred in your heart, come over and beat me."

"Dad, you know I have never hated you." Mitchell said duplicity.

"Remember that Halloween I didn't let you dress up as Olivia?"

Ron thought about the time Sheldon wanted to dress up as Marie Curie. Well, it turned out that his brother was not the only one who wanted to dress up as a woman for Halloween. There was another one here.

"Ah!" Mitchell yelled and rushed over, but Jay used the force of his rush to pull and push him, and his thick arms directly strangled his neck.

"Beautiful naked choke!" Ron praised. Given Jay's age, being able to complete this action already deserves his respect.

"How is it? It's very powerful, right? I learned it from the founder of Gracie's Fighting," Jie said proudly, "This is my trump card..."

"Wait a minute, Claire called me," Ron interrupted Jay's self-praise and pressed the connect button.

"Hi, Claire, I'm at your dad's house now. When does the party start?"

"Oh! Thank God, it's not far there. Can you come over? I forgot my credit card at Gray Electrical Appliances Store, so I can't buy a gift for Phil."

"Of course..." Ron stopped mid-sentence: "Wait, may I know what gift you plan to buy Phil? It doesn't happen to be an iPad, right?"

"Wait a minute, Ron, the gift you gave Phil is an IPAD!" Claire said in surprise: "That's great, so I don't have to queue up. Can you transfer your gift to me?"

Ron frowned: "Of course, it's just my gift for you. What should I give? Hey! Wait! Jay, stop, Mitchell is about to faint! No! He has already fainted!"

Ron was only halfway through speaking when Mitchell fell limply into Jay's arms.

"Oops, Ron, come and help, breathe, Mitchell, my good boy!" Jay hurriedly put Mitchell down.

"What?" Claire was startled by the movement on Ron's side: "What happened? Did Jay and Mitchell fight?"

"Uh..." Ron didn't know how to speak for a moment: "To put it simply, Mitchell wanted to learn some self-defense skills, and then Uncle Pritchett didn't control the strength well and strangled him unconscious. Don't worry, with me Just let him lie down for a while."

Ron checked and found nothing serious.

"That's good," Claire breathed a sigh of relief: "You can give him any other gift, it depends on what you have on you. Whatever you give him, I guarantee he will be happy."

"Really anything?"

"certainly!"

"Okay then." Ron agreed. He was not Phil's wife anyway, so his gift did not need to be the most important.

Of course, according to etiquette, you cannot go empty-handed, but what do you have with you? Ron touched around himself and happened to touch a cold metal object. At this time, Mitchell also woke up slowly. Ron rolled his eyes, but he had an idea.

"Mitchell, you just said you have a gift wrapping station at home, right? How about we go back together now?"