[Comprehensive] Abuse of slag and cuteness

Life in Boston started to get back on track.

Pete goes to Massachusetts to go to school every day. Among all kinds of geniuses, he didn't show any signs of inferiority. On the contrary, after he entered Massachusetts, he started kicking all kinds of iron plates... Those courses seemed that he had already He knew it all, and even, he knew much more than what was taught in class... So, the part of Mark in his genes was completely awakened, and he looked like a particularly cheating and arrogant guy who didn't go to class every day. Communicate with classmates, and rush home after class...

Well, an eight-year-old in the midst of a group of [-]-somethings asking him to communicate with his classmates is still too far-fetched.

After class, Pete stuffed his tablet and notebook into his backpack, packed his small schoolbag, and decided to talk to the professor about physics first.

As soon as he put on his schoolbag, he saw a young man in his twenties approaching, smiled at him, and asked, "Did you understand what the professor just said?"

Pete looked at him, nodded, reached out and took out the tablet, flipped out the notes inside and handed it to him.

The other party sat directly on the chair next to Pete and began to read the contents of the tablet computer. He flipped through it, took out the book and marked it a few times, and then returned the computer to Pete after he finished reading it: "It's really awesome. Thanks, I don't know what to say to thank you, really."

Pete smiled at him, but didn't answer.

In fact, he didn't know what to say.

In Pete's head, he knew he couldn't push too much, because it wasn't good.But there was another voice in his mind telling him that stupid mortals should kneel down and lick geniuses, and they are geniuses who are incomparably rich!

Pete had a feeling that he was going to be schizophrenic.

He packed his things again, picked up his schoolbag and left the classroom.

First, the professor needs to have a scientific debate with him, and then they solve a few formulas, and then do a derivation and so on; after that, he can eat some hot dogs, and even better, an ice cream.Thinking of ice cream, Pete couldn't help but smile, wishing he could fly to the hot dog stand right away.

However, he only walked less than 20 meters away, and saw a drunk man in very discordant clothes looking around in confusion.

The so-called incongruous clothing is because this kind of clothes are too familiar - Jim and Spock have worn them, and Pete bet that this kind of fabric is not a modern technological product, so... this person and Jim are together of?

When the man was still confused, he rushed over and shouted, "Uncle, why are you here? Come home with me, the Vulcans are waiting for you!"

Sure enough, as soon as the man heard the word "Vulcan", he immediately followed Pete, and Pete didn't need to say a word at all.

Pete took him to find Eduardo who was still in class.

"You did say Vulcan, didn't you?" the man stared at Pete and asked cautiously, "Vulcan—pointy ears, pot head, and green...right?"

Pete sat on the floor outside Eduardo's classroom, his chin resting on one hand, the other clutching the strap of his schoolbag, squinting at the man.He didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth turned up in what appeared to be a smile.

"Boy, I'm really patient!" The man sat next to Pete, with a helpless expression on his face, "Is there a golden-haired boy next to him? Blue-eyed, golden-haired, looks cute, and a little... …Act dumb?"

"Which one is more allergic?" Pete asked suddenly.

"Look for the captain in the Enterprise!" The man replied immediately.

Very good, the code is right.

The man said, "My name is McCoy, and I'm a doctor. You know, that little bastard Jim is causing trouble. I'm almost his exclusive doctor!" He sighed, "But there's no way, he's like that You bastard, there's nothing anyone can do about it, right?"

Pete shrugged and didn't answer.

Pete wondered, if he told Dr. McCoy now about Jim and Spock...would the doctor go into a rage and kill Spock, or Jim?This is really a human tragedy.Pete didn't want to see it at all...but if he didn't tell Dr. McCoy...then if the truth was too shocking...would the doctor have a heart attack?

Given the underdevelopment of medicine in the 21st century, Pete decided to be a good guy.

He asked, "So...Dr. McCoy, you know...Jim, yes, do you know if he has a crush? Or... what kind of a crush he is?"

"Aha, boy, don't ask about this-as far as I know, this boy...his love history can go around the world, but I don't think he likes them...It's hard to explain, he Likes them, but he doesn't love them, like you eat - you like hot dogs, but if there's something better, you'd ditch the hot dogs... I mean, uh, little guy, you get it?" Dr. McCoy asked Pete.

"Yes, but I won't give up hot dogs." Pete replied seriously, "Hot dogs are my true love."

Dr. McCoy laughed along.

He asked again: "So what are you doing here, boy? Waiting for your brother?"

"My dad." Pete pointed to Eduardo, who was sitting in the first row of the classroom, and said, "That's my dad, I have to wait for him to finish class...his courses are not the same as mine, even if I donated $[-] to the school and I can't get the professor to schedule classes any more - do you get me when I say that?" Pete emphasized the word "you" and he was just about to add "old guy" , but the other party is really not old enough, so he didn't add such a greeting.

He continued: "I still have a dad, but he's not here, he's at another school over there, and he'll come by car when get out of class is over, so we can be my dad's car home. You can come with us, Because Jim lives with Spock at my house."

McCoy made a happy gesture.

"But why did you come here?" Pete wondered.If they waited during their time, then... it seems that this doctor shouldn't have come running over?

After all, this is a parallel world that can locate time and space.

"Oh! Don't mention it! The detector I put on Jim's body to monitor his health kept buzzing, and I fiddled with it, thinking that other people didn't care about it, as if Jim was a troublemaker, and I was like them Bet, say Jim's in trouble, and... bang! I'm here." McCoy leaned back, "I said boy, tell me, is Jim okay?"

Pete took a deep breath and smiled sweetly at McCoy: "Theoretically, he doesn't lack any arms or legs, he has no allergies recently, he eats and drinks normally, sleeps normally, but he has a bad temper, but that's not a big deal. Son... I mean, there's nothing lacking in him, but... a little more..."

"There's something extra?! Is it a tumor?!" McCoy horrified.

"Uh... no, it's more fun than a tumor... I'm very happy..." Pete's voice trailed off. He finally waited until the end of get out of class when Dr. McCoy was still struggling with Jim's physical condition. Therefore, Eduardo became his reliance.

"Dad!" He threw himself into Eduardo's arms, stretched out a finger, and pointed weakly at Dr. McCoy, "That...is Jim's friend...or a doctor...Dad, I really can't say Export!"

This is really understandable.

Eduardo drove Dr. McCoy to the Harvard campus. At the gate, they picked up the last passenger—Dr. McCoy saw that this guy had curly hair and a cock so sharp that it could stab people to death. An expressionless face.Hell, this guy is wearing a very incomprehensible and aesthetically incomprehensible outfit, jeans and flip flops!

Dr. McCoy thought he probably saw Jim's taste after retirement...that is, tasteless!

It's no wonder that Dr. McCoy thinks so much, after all, he and Jim are in the same dormitory, and he has seen Jim's tasteless clothes-of course, when he wants to go out, he will dress himself like He was as dazzling as a peacock, but when he returned to the dormitory, he was just like a little ball of fluff, so soft and cute.

McCoy raised Jim almost like his own son.

His daughter was taken away by his ex-wife during his divorce and he didn't get a chance to see her...because he was flying around in space.And Jim, when he met McCoy, was like McCoy's daughter.

A little rebellious, and insecure — terribly insecure.

"Who's this guy?" said the tasteless curly before Dr. McCoy could speak, and before he could finish his recollection.He sat in the back seat with McCoy.Although he looked like he wanted to take the passenger seat, Pete was so strong that he didn't let Curly open the door at all-so Curly could only squeeze in the back seat with McCoy.

Can't say crowded.

The back seat is actually big enough, but the curly hair spreads its limbs and squeezes Dr. McCoy.

Eduardo said, "He's Jim's ship's doctor, McCoy. Mark, can you sit still? Don't be naive."

"I'm not naive. I think we should take Pete to check. He is like a Hercules now. If this continues, he will be able to throw the plane with his bare hands in two years." Mark complained.

"Don't worry, as long as I don't throw you with bare hands, I don't mind throwing anything!" Pete turned back and said to Mark.

"I'm your dad!" Mark wanted to emphasize.

"You just contributed to Mi Qingzi, if it wasn't for you, my dad could have married me with anyone!" Pete said more and more worried, "So, you'd better concentrate on begging for 100 years - say my old man Dad's going to live a long time, Mark, how about you? How long do you think you'll live? I'm skeptical, though, why the two of you aren't reproductively isolated..."

"My God!" Eduardo suddenly stopped the car.

Mark's eyes widened too.

He said, "Yeah... Pete, will you have reproductive isolation... Are we going to find someone for you to marry? Earthlings? I-humans? Or Vulcans?"