American Drama System Reborn America

Chapter 3 Language Garbled Code
bell!
Outside an American-style detached villa.

Owen and Tan greeted each other, stepped forward and rang the doorbell.

This was the second night of getting the American drama system. Ever since Little Sheldon's mother, Mary Cooper, learned that her lonely little son had made friends and returned two at a time, she excitedly invited Owen and the others to come over as guests.

"Here they come, everyone stays calm, it's just a normal day, a normal dinner."

A woman's suppressed and excited voice came from inside the house.

"Can I eat it in front of the TV?"

A little girl's voice sounded.

"No, Shelton has guests today, and we all have to entertain them warmly."

"Fuck!"

"I know what the hell you mean, little girl. If we hadn't had guests today, I would have taught you a lesson."

The woman's roar was very penetrating. Tan shook his body in fear, but Owen smiled knowingly.

creak!

The door opened, and what came into view was a middle-aged Caucasian woman dressed up. She even wore a necklace on her neck that she would only wear on important occasions. It obviously didn't match the ordinary dinner she said. She stood leaning against the door, Bowing slightly, he greeted warmly: "You are welcome."

That kind smile and gentle tone made it difficult for Tan to associate the roar with the other party. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Owen took a step forward and said hello with a smile: "Good evening, Mrs. Cooper, I am Owen Lee. Sheldon’s friend.”

"Hello, Owen."

When Mary Cooper saw that Owen was young, but had a mature temperament, he was far more suitable to be her precious son's friend than Tan, who was already a high school student. He greeted Tan again, and dragged Owen into the house.

In front of a rectangular dining table, everyone was seated. A big fat man was sitting on the narrow side of the rectangular dining table. It was Sheldon’s father, George Cooper. There were three chairs on the left side, and Sheldon was sitting next to George. So, Owen next to Sheldon, Tan next to Owen.

Sitting opposite is Sheldon's twin sister, Missy Cooper, and across from George Cooper, is Sheldon's older brother, George Cooper Jr., who is in high school.

Mary was busy in the kitchen, and everyone sat there, staring awkwardly, waiting.

"So, Tan, which country is your name from?"

As the male host, George could only speak actively, trying to interrupt this awkward atmosphere.

"Vietnamese, sir."

Tan Yan is concise and to the point.

"Oh, I remember."

George nodded and said casually: "I also stayed there when I was in the army..."

Having said that, George paused, looked at Tan with some strangeness, and asked tentatively, "Isn't your mother's name Jin Li?"

"No, sir."

Tan was puzzled, and he was still concise and to the point, without meaning to say more.

"That's fine, that's fine."

George breathed a sigh of relief, and concealed: "You know, a small country, maybe it's... Mary, how long will it take?"

"It'll be fine right now."

Mary's voice came from the kitchen.

Little Sheldon rolled his eyes and directly asked his doubts: "Why do you think you know his mother?"

"Ha ha."

When Owen heard this, he couldn't hold it back anymore and laughed out loud, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

"why are you laughing?"

Little Sheldon is puzzled. Although he has a super high IQ, his EQ is pitifully low. After more than 20 years, he still can't understand the common sense in the eyes of many ordinary people, let alone he is only 9 years old now.

"It's nothing."

Seeing George looking at him with embarrassment, Owen suppressed a smile and evaded it. He couldn't tell his master about the scandal of these soldiers abroad.

There was barbecue chicken and beef brisket for dinner, which was a classic Texas flavor. After dinner, Owen and Irving followed Little Sheldon to the garage, where there were various train toys of Little Sheldon and his big brain. design.

"what is this?"

Owen pointed to an apparently modified toy oven.

"Oh, this is the armed robot I designed and transformed."

Little Sheldon said with some nostalgia and disappointment: "It was originally used to drive Missy out of the room, but unfortunately, the size and strength are not big enough, and Missy is not afraid at all."

Owen doubted: "You said this is active?"

"of course."

Little Sheldon nodded as a matter of course, and then asked suspiciously: "If it can't move, how can it be called my armed robot?"

As he said that, he took a remote control and pressed it. As expected, the toy oven started to move. The modified and installed robot arm waved in a decent manner, making driving movements.

"amazing."

Owen couldn't help admiring.

Although he lived for more than 20 years in his previous life and went to college, it is still very difficult to make such a DIY. But little Sheldon is only 9 years old, but he can complete it so easily. How can it not be amazing?

"this is nothing."

Little Sheldon said indifferently: "This was originally a medical CT machine that I modified from a non-working computed tomography scanner. Unfortunately, Missy complained to her mother that the CT machine burned her guinea pig "Snowball" to death. Mom took it away, and here, the sonic death ray I made was once placed, specifically to deal with Billy Bucks, who often bullied me next door..."

"Hey Sheldon, is this the model rocket you made?"

Tan picked up the rocket model on the table, played with it, and discussed with Sheldon: "Did you use the method introduced in the book Liquid Rocket written by Professor Robert Goddard?"

"Yes."

Young Sheldon introduced: "Originally, I was going to get some uranium to make an atomic engine, but unfortunately it was too difficult to get, and the FBI was called in for this."

"..."

Tan Gan smiled and said, "It's fine if you can't get it."

Owen asked curiously: "Even if there is uranium, are you sure you can make an atomic engine? This seems to have involved nuclear fission reactions, right?"

"Yes."

Little Sheldon looked at Owen suspiciously, and asked back: "Is there any problem? It's very simple, all you need is &%#@&*..."

Owen looked at Little Sheldon blankly, listening to a sentence of technical terms that popped out of the other party's mouth, completely incomprehensible, and finally turned into a series of garbled language, unaware of the severity, conscious communication with the American drama system, asking Said: "System, are you sure I must be friends with him?"

"Yes Master."

American TV series system: "This universe was created with the Big Bang Theory as the center. The only ones who can bring positive points to the owner are the seven-member group of lucky protagonists in The Big Bang Theory."

"Depend on!"

Irving complained: "When I was watching TV, I thought it was funny, but when I became friends with him, I realized it was not funny at all. He is only 9 years old now, but I can't understand a word he said. It’s really embarrassing that we don’t have a common language.”

(End of this chapter)