Daily life of an American TV drama agent

At night, Ron slept soundly, but Leonard was a little miserable.

When Ron saw him at breakfast, Leonard's eyes were sunken and the bags under his eyes were so big that they almost drooped down to his face, giving him a dead look.

"Morning, Leonard, you look tired? Did you play with Penny yesterday? Did you take medicine?" Ron asked curiously.

Ron could deduce based on the noise in the bedroom opposite when Leonard stayed in the apartment here in the past that Leonard usually spent ten to fifteen minutes, up to twice a night.

Overnight, it's impossible unless you take medicine.

"It's not your dear brother Sheldon!" Leonard looked very resentful, like a resentful woman who just caught her husband cheating: "He woke up by himself last night, and then sneaked into the ocean of the children's playground. Ball area, do you know how hard I tried to catch him?"

"I'm curious about how he got into the children's playground." Ron asked with interest as he took a bite of his sandwich.

"The back door of that children's playground is equipped with a five-pin braking system and a single-circuit alarm. This kind of children's stuff is not difficult for Sheldon, or any trained physicist. It can be done.”

"Well, it turns out that learning physics is useful. Maybe you can give a class on practical physics, and I will ask all my subordinates to learn it." Ron finished the sandwich in two bites.

"But why is he going to the ocean ball area of ​​the children's paradise in the middle of the night?"

"You might as well ask him yourself." Leonard also made himself a sandwich, poured a cup of coffee and sat next to Ron, while Sheldon had just walked out of the bedroom.

He looked so excited that he didn't look like someone who hadn't slept for three days.

"I planned to use a ball larger than a pinball to build a carbon atom model, but when I asked Leonard to help me sort out the protons and neutrons, he did nothing and roughly pulled me out!"

Sheldon accused indignantly.

"You should be glad that he didn't have a gun in his hand at that time, otherwise I guarantee that he would shoot at you until all the bullets are empty." Ron sighed: "Next time I will give you a rope. You can tie him up and throw him on the bed first, so he won't run around."

Leonard nodded in agreement.

"Hey! Ron, I haven't told you yet. Did you hit my head yesterday? I feel that the back of my head still hurts. I must tell my mother!"

"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense." Ron denied three times: "You need to have evidence to say something like this, do you have it? God testifies, you fainted because you didn't sleep for too long."

"Really?" Sheldon was also a little doubtful.

In fact, he had no memory of Ron knocking him out because he was engrossed in thinking about science.

"Of course," Ron quickly changed the subject: "What are your plans today? Continue to think about your physics problems?"

Of course, Ron was not afraid of the petty trick of suing his mother. In fact, this trick had lost its binding power on Ron since he started making money on his own in junior high school. He just didn't want Mary to be sad about the brothers' disagreement.

Having a son like Sheldon was enough to give that kind lady a headache.

"I think this genius has found the answer."

"Ahem! What?!" Leonard almost choked on a sip of coffee: "Have you solved the graphene problem?! You can use this to try to compete for the Nobel Prize!"

"No, that problem is still stuck." Sheldon waved his hand: "But I have thought of a solution."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Sheldon held the milk and mysteriously approached the two of them: "Einstein."

"Einstein? Are you going to build an atomic bomb to kill the person who asked this question? What a great idea! You are very talented as an agent, Sheldon," Ron praised:

"Usually every time I encounter a problem that cannot be solved, I just kill the person who asked the question, so that the problem is solved. George Sr. said, this is how our family always solves problems. You are worthy of being a member of the Cooper family. , such a wonderful method can be thought of."

"No, that's not what I'm talking about," Sheldon explained: "When Einstein was working in the patent office, he came up with the special theory of relativity, and I thought I could get a half-assed job and just use my base. Just nerves, so my prefrontal lobe can focus on solving key problems."

"Although I don't quite understand it, okay, just think of it as a good idea. What other jobs do you plan to do?"

Sheldon looked back and forth from Leonard and Ron, then said, "How about I try to be an agent? I feel like this job is despicable enough..."

Halfway through Sheldon's words, Ron drew out his pistol as fast as lightning.

"boom!"

A hole was punched in Sheldon's milk box, and milk flowed all over Sheldon along the hole. Sheldon froze in place as if he was frightened, and did not react at all as the milk flowed onto him.

"Really? Sheldon, do you think you can handle this job?" Ron put the rotary phone to his mouth like a Western cowboy, blew in the smoke, circled it around his finger and inserted it back into the In the holster.

"Ouch! You scared me to death!" Sheldon's reaction was belatedly until Ron took back his gun.

This poor kid was so scared that he couldn't speak Chinese.

"Hahaha, Sheldon, you peed your pants again." Leonard laughed heartily.

Every time Sheldon was deflated, he was very happy.

"That's milk!" Sheldon retorted dissatisfied and wiped himself clean with a tissue. Sheldon finally remembered the fear of being dominated by Ron when he was a child, and he didn't dare to have any ideas against Ron anymore.

He could only focus his attention on Leonard again: "Leonard, can I come to your laboratory today?"

Leonard swore that he had never been more eager to shoot as well as Ron.

"Forget it, Sheldon, come with me today, don't you want a lowly job? I can let you work as a cleaner at my base, or as a waiter in the restaurant next door.

The restaurant next door is also a property of my base. The person in charge there is Mr. Hannibal. Just tell him that you are my brother. "

Ron took care of Sheldon and took the initiative to think of a solution for him.

"Yes, waiter, this job is definitely despicable. Why didn't I think that I could go to Penny's store to help!" Sheldon suddenly realized.

But for some reason, his super high IQ and intuition made him directly choose the store where Penny worked.

I always felt like there was something wrong with the store Ron opened.