Daily life of an American TV drama agent

"Don't worry, Howard, I will never steal your limelight. I can pretend to be interested in Leonard." Ron turned his head with a gay expression, and Leonard shouted that he couldn't stand it.

"Ron, this is of no use. Even if the girl knows you are gay, she will still want to try to see if there is a possibility of straightening you out." Howard said helplessly: "Unless you bring a companion, do you understand? "

Howard told the truth, just like men will not be deterred by a woman because she is a lesbian, they will only think that this woman must not have met an outstanding man before, and they happen to be outstanding enough.

"Bring another companion?" Ron raised his chin and thought for a moment. At this time, Gizelle was wrapping up with others, Fiona returned to college at Ron's suggestion, and Max and Caroline were They work part-time in restaurants, but their small cake shop has been running poorly recently, which has forced them to spend more time on other ways to make money.

Megan is filming, and Peggy's special characteristics can never be exposed, otherwise she will lose her current peaceful life and become an important target of all extremist organizations and intelligence organizations of various countries.

so……

"Okay, I do have a lot of optional targets, but they probably won't work today," Ron sighed helplessly: "I'll sit in the passenger seat in a while, and Penny will sit in the back with you two. I'll try my best to Just don’t say anything.”

"Okay, let's change the topic and tell me more about my future child's mother, okay?" Howard finally compromised and asked impatiently as soon as he got into the car.

"She's so lovable, Howard, you're going to like her."

Howard continued to ask nervously: "Then how did you describe me to him? Did you mention my body fat content?"

"No, I wanted to give it a surprise." Penny rolled her eyes, she already felt regretful.

"You should be glad she didn't say that," Ron interrupted: "Because my body fat percentage happens to be the same as yours, but my muscle content is more than ten times as much as yours."

Ron goes to the gym three times a week on average, spends at least two hours in the gym each time, and has the habit of running every day. This is the secret to his ability to maintain such a good figure.

One sentence immediately filled Howard with a sense of crisis: "Hey, man, this is promised to be mine! You can't interfere!"

"Don't worry, I have no such plans. I'm very satisfied with my current love life. I spend time with a woman every day and just have a day off on the weekend. This must be God's will." Ron crossed himself on his chest.

If God knew that Sunday was for this guy, he would definitely send down a lightning bolt and kill him!

"I said you are an aerospace engineer and you speak five languages..." Penny tried to comfort Howard, but was interrupted by Howard mid-sentence.

"Six! And Klingon," Howard corrected.

"Trust me, Howard, you'd better tell her that you only speak five languages ​​and no woman is going to be excited about you speaking Klingon unless it's a weirdo like Sheldon.

In that case, you might as well just stay with Sheldon, I approve. "

Halfway through Ron's words, he suddenly thought that it seemed that Howard later helped Sheldon find a female companion who could speak Klingon, but he himself chose to still be with Amy. When watching the show, Ron also I felt sorry for him.

But now that he has truly become Sheldon's brother, Ron can only sigh with emotion, no matter what kind of woman he marries, he is lucky.

Think about it! That poor woman almost had to put up with Sheldon her whole life!

"By the way, I also told her that you have an abnormal attachment to your mother."

"What!" Howard would have almost jumped if he wasn't in the car.

"Okay, I'm just joking." The car stopped in front of a house. Standing at the door was a girl with blond hair, glasses, and a red top. Penny waved: "Here! Bernadette."

"Oh, Penny, thank you for introducing such a man to me. Are you Howard? Do you want to sit in the back with me now?" Bernadette looked at Ron, making Howard want to use scissors. Clamp his head.

"Uh, Bernadette, that's Ron, and this is Howard." Penny quickly introduced, and Ron saw that Bernadette's mood was visibly lowered, and Howard's was also depressed at the same time. hope.

Well, I have such a damn beautiful face~ Ron complained secretly in his heart.

But there is no way, who made him born with such an intoxicating face? It's not Ron's fault.

Howard complained in a low voice: "Look at the good things you have done."

"I can't help it, it's not my fault. If anyone has to be responsible for this incident, I believe it should be Mr. George and Ms. Mary who live in Texas." Ron shirks the responsibility: "Maybe you can call and complain. "

Bernadette got in the car and the car started moving again. The scene was so embarrassing that Howard could only find something to say to increase his presence.

"Penny said you were working as a waiter and studying at the same time, right? That's great. What did you study?"

"Microbiology," Bernadette replied absently, keeping a secret eye on Ron sitting in front of her through the rearview mirror.

"Cool, you can study me now."

Bernadette looked confused: "I don't know what this means."

“Isn’t microbiology the study of tiny organisms?”

"I know, this is what I learned."

"So, look at me, I'm as petite and exquisite as a microorganism," Howard said softly, "Okay, I'm just kidding."

"Are you sure?" Bernadette looked doubtful, and Ron couldn't help but cover his face. This joke was really stupid. Not many normal men would cite being petite and exquisite as an advantage, especially in the United States. A place that admires tough guys.

This is not some brainwashed Asian country, where men can debut and become stars with their delicate faces and enchanting figures. In fact, in Ron's hometown, the kind of Korean-style little freshmen are just walking in the street. You can get beaten on the street.

Howard decided to change the subject: "Do you like science fiction?"

"No." Bernadette said simply.

"What about role-playing games?"

"Is it played in the bedroom or something like Dungeons and Dragons?"

"Both are fine." Howard showed a long-lost lewd smile. He liked both.

"I don't like it either."

"Do you like magic?" Howard planned to perform a little magic trick to show off his skills.

"Not interested in."

"Okay." The handkerchief half taken out of his sleeve was stuffed back again.

Ron is really helpless. Miss, please, can you stop staring at me? This always makes me feel that Howard has a green head!

"Leonard, just put me at the bar in front. The person I'm dating will be waiting for me there." Ron didn't date anyone, he just couldn't stand the awkward atmosphere now. If he really went to dinner with them, Bernadette might actually become his girlfriend.

It doesn't matter whether you are a woman or not. What is important is that Ron does not want to give up one day of rest per week, which is what God promised to respectable workers, and Ron is a worker.

"No problem." Leonard parked the car on the side of the road, and Ron quickly got out of the car. If he stayed any longer, the Jew would really be in trouble. Of course, he couldn't go home now, because there would be nothing to do if he went back. Do.

Ron could only go to the bar to have a few drinks to kill time, but something magical happened.

The moment Ron walked into the bar, a petite girl at the bar turned back at the same time. Ron looked at him and was stunned: "Bernadette, why are you here?!"

That's right, the girl in sportswear sitting at the bar looked exactly like Bernadette. The only difference was probably her clothes and glasses. This girl didn't wear glasses.

"Pretending to meet an old friend and then taking the opportunity to strike up a conversation? Such an old trick."

Ron carelessly squeezed past another man in sportswear next to him. He seemed to want to sit over too, and sat directly next to the girl: "Ron Lee Cooper, believe it or not, ten minutes ago , I was sitting in the same car with a girl who looked almost exactly like you."

"I pretended to believe it. What's the next step? Are you going to tell me that her name is Hope Ann Gregory?" The girl put down her glass: "Okay, maybe you happen to be a gymnastics enthusiast and still remember me like this?" A has-been gymnastics star, you look more like a rugby player.

But your approach to conversation is really too old-fashioned. Do you want me to give you an autograph? Where to sign? "

"Gymnastics? Signature?" Ron asked doubtfully.

Hope didn't speak, but just pointed at the sign above the bar, which was covered with photos of previous Olympic gymnastics competitions, and even a few medals. Even the gymnastics competitions were shown on the bar's TV.

Look at the date, it’s still today’s game.

Ron understood that this was a gymnastics-themed bar, no wonder she said that.

"Okay, I have to admit that I am not a gymnastics enthusiast, but you are right about one thing. I was once a football player, the ace quarterback who led the Harvard University Crimson team to successfully defend the championship."

Ron stretched out his hand again: "As an apology for admitting you were wrong, can I buy you a drink?"

"Of course." Hope agreed, gently shaking Ron's hand.

She was in a very depressed mood today. She came to the bar with a hint of wanting to indulge, so of course she wouldn't mind having one more drink.

"Two glasses of whiskey, neat, with ice." Ron took the glass and pushed one of them to Hope: "I have never paid attention to the sport of gymnastics. It is too niche, but the girl on TV looks like good."

"Really? That's my girl," Hope lost interest: "But it may not be the case in the future."

"Maybe she can win a gold medal? In that case, you will have the opportunity to join the coaching staff of the US team." Ron knows a lot about the sports world, and several of his classmates are still involved in major leagues.

His former teammate Spencer is working as a football manager.

"That's great."

"Isn't it? Wouldn't it make you happy to train an Olympic champion? You are really too picky." Ron touched the cup lightly and drank it all in one gulp: "Have another cup."

"I don't care whether she wins the gold medal or not. The only thing I care about is that the legacy my coach left for me is actually a scam." Hope's eyes were blank: "You just said you saw someone who looks like me. A girl with the same score? What kind of person is she?"

"Bernadette is my good friend's girlfriend. It is very likely that the two of them will get married in the future and give birth to at least two lovely babies. Now she is a waitress in a restaurant. Of course, this is only a part-time job. She uses the money from her part-time job to support herself in continuing her studies. , majoring in microbiology, I guess she will be able to work in a well-known pharmaceutical company in the future."

Since he was an outsider anyway, Ron simply told Hope the ending of Bernadette. At the same time, he silently recalled it in his mind, but he still couldn't remember what other dramas this actor had acted in.

Ron roughly understood the rules of this world. It was probably a parallel world composed of movies and TV series. If there were different characters played by the same actor, there would be a high probability that they would look very similar.

For example, Seven Guo Da, or his old teammate who was a rugby manager and looked a lot like Hobbs.

But the problem is that the actors in "The Big Bang Theory" are not very famous, and they have not heard of any other shows or movies.

"You must really want to have sex with her, right?" Hope was silent for a while, then suddenly said suddenly, Ron almost choked to death on a sip of wine.

"Ahem! Hey, didn't you hear what I said clearly? She is my good friend's girlfriend, and she will most likely get married in the future. Do I look like the kind of person who cuckolds my friends?" Ron wiped it clean. He shouted dissatisfiedly as he sprayed the wine on his body.

Hope didn't speak, just stared at Ron with wide eyes.

Ron felt a little guilty: "I'm really not that kind of person."

"I didn't say you were either," Hope swept away her depressed expression. Instead, like a little girl who found a new toy, she licked her lips seductively and deliberately puffed out her chest.

"But don't you want to try? From now on, you can call me Bernadette, that's her name, right?"

"That's right." Ron nodded, but immediately realized something was wrong.

More than just something wrong? It's simply terrible!

"I have no intention of trying. It's too sinful, and do I look like someone who lacks a woman? I..." Before Ron could finish his words, his mouth was blocked by something soft.

Ron hugged him back almost reflexively, and responded.

"Huh~huh~" Hope was kissed so hard that she could hardly breathe, her face flushed, and she immediately returned to Ron's arms: "I have a room in the hotel next door, do you want to go back with me?"

"I told you, I'm really not that kind of person." Ron said righteously.

Yes, that’s right, I, Ron Lee Cooper, am such a gentleman who is not moved by sex.

Hope continued to blow in Ron's ear: "I used to be a gymnast, I won a bronze medal, and my body is very soft."

"Uh...I'll go."