While Chuck was looking at Representative Shimogi expressing his emotions, the phone rang. He took it over and saw that it was little Leonard.

"Chuck, my mother asked me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night."

Little Leonard's happy voice mixed with sourness and worry came from the other end of the phone. Without Chuck asking, little Leonard had already explained himself: "I didn't dare to ask the reason, but I'm afraid it's for Sheldon."

Inviting Chuck to our house for dinner is a happy event.

But for Little Sheldon, it means making his real son jealous and uncomfortable, and worried that his mother will anger his good friend and idol, not to mention how complicated his mood is at the moment.

"knew."

Chuck didn't refuse.

He didn't think Beverly would stand up for Little Sheldon, and even if she did, he wouldn't care.

There was nothing to say that night.

The next night.

Chuck drove Monica and little Howard to Hofstadter's house on time.

"Monica, can you talk to my mother and let me stay here for a longer time, or simply move the school here?"

Little Howard was sitting in the back seat, muttering a request to his cousin in the passenger seat.

"I've already said, I won't care about this."

Monica had a headache and said, "It's not like you don't know about my aunt. If I told her, she would definitely blame me. Who doesn't know that you are her butt cheek?"

"No butt face!"

Little Howard was embarrassed for a moment, and when he saw Monica giving her a look that said, "You can experience it yourself," he quickly changed the topic and continued to beg, "But I can't bear to leave Leonard. I don't have any friends. After all, after your introduction,

I met Leonard, and as you know, my father has left me now..."

"What the hell!"

Monica couldn't hear this and interrupted angrily: "I will mention it to my aunt, but I can't guarantee the outcome, so don't hold too much hope."

"This is enough!"

Young Howard said with joy: "I will agree with you when the time comes. I am already 12 years old. That stinky Sheldon has already gone to college at the age of 12. I am about to leave her."

"You dare to compete with Little Sheldon?"

Monica sneered.

"Why don't you dare?"

Little Howard laughed and said, "You didn't see what he looked like yesterday. How does it matter how awesome he is? He's still crying even though he's not even a child yet!"

Monica couldn't help but look at Chuck who was driving, her eyes full of: "Poor baby, look at the good things you did!"

"It's so funny, you actually think you can leave your mother?"

Chuck said expressionlessly.

"Why can't I?"

Young Howard's smile faltered and he said unconvinced: "When I go to college, I can leave completely. Even as long as Monica persuades my mother, I can leave my mother in middle school, and then I can make great achievements.

You have to use your skills to chase girls, after all, no girl likes a mama's boy."

"It's so funny, you actually think that your biggest obstacle to chasing girls is your aunt?"

When Monica heard this, she couldn't help laughing, imitating Chuck's tone and mocking her little cousin.

"...My mother is indeed the biggest obstacle, well, why not?"

Little Howard was a little unhappy when he was laughed at. He puffed out his ribs and chest and thought: "I am versatile. Girls actually like this one thing. Even if they don't like this one thing, I have one after another. I can cast a wide net and catch more."

There is always someone who takes the bait."

"Keep this good attitude."

Monica sarcastically said: "Your cousin Ross also thought he was a lover~"

"Rose is pretty cool too. Not only did he marry a lesbian, he also let her conceive a child for him."

Little Howard smiled obscenely and said, "The only failure is that I couldn't get that one to join the family~"

Monica suddenly looked at little Howard with a look of disgust.

Little Howard still asked for her help, so he immediately smiled and stopped talking.

Arrive at Hofstadter's house.

Little Howard immediately went to play with little Leonard.

"Dr. Wolfe, thank you for coming."

Beverly made mechanical greetings.

"Sorry, how is Sheldon doing now?"

Monica immediately said embarrassedly: "Chuck doesn't want to either. He has never wanted to hurt Sheldon. Maybe this is just the way they get along..."

"Sheldon is very good. His recent changes in mood have given me a great breakthrough in my research."

Beverly nodded.

"ah!"

Monica was stunned: "Didn't you invite Chuck here just to stand up for Sheldon?"

"of course not."

Beverly pushed up her glasses and said calmly: "I have always felt that Dr. Wolf has a very good relationship with him and can provide the greatest impetus for Sheldon's growth."

After saying this, she nodded to Chuck: "Here, on behalf of Sheldon and myself, I would like to thank Dr. Wolf for your contribution!"

"You're welcome."

Chuck accepted the offer calmly and thanked him.

"..."

Monica looked at one who dared to thank and the other who dared to accept, and was completely speechless: "Then the purpose of your invitation this time is to thank Chuck for his 'contribution'?"

"of course not."

Beverly shook her head: "I know Dr. Wolf is not interested in these customs. This is just incidental. I invited Dr. Wolf here this time because I have something to ask for."

"whats the matter?"

Chuck asked.

"Leonard should have told you that I am a neuroscientist, psychiatrist, and psychologist at Princeton."

Beverly started getting down to business: "My sister Diane is a well-known lawyer in Chicago, so I have always had a strong interest in criminal mental patients and have been actively doing research in this area over the years.

I work as a neuropsychological consultant in the New York Prosecutor's Office and have been exposed to a large number of cases. I have gradually come up with an idea and am advancing it. I need the assistance of a real expert. I want to do experiments with you."

"puff!"

When Monica heard this, she squirted out the water in her mouth.

The words "experiment" now sounded completely different to her ears. She glanced at Beverly, and even though she knew that Chuck couldn't do the same kind of scientific experiment with Beverly, he still looked weird.

"good."

Chuck nodded.

"You can also participate."

Seeing Monica looking at her strangely, Beverly added calmly: "The more people, the better."

"Ahem."

Monica only felt that her throat, which was choked with water after squirting just now, felt even more uncomfortable. She coughed more and more violently, but she still couldn't express her complaints.

"Wait a mininute."

Beverly stretched out her hand to signal, then stood up to get ready.

"She's also a consultant?"

Monica asked curiously: "What can she advise?"

"She interviews the person being prosecuted, confirms his or her competency to stand trial, and then testifies as an expert witness to help jurors understand the legal burden of the insanity defense."

Chuck explained. Seeing that Monica was a little confused, he said in words she could understand: "It is to help identify whether the prisoner is mentally ill, such as a serial killer. As long as he knows that it is wrong, it means they are not mentally ill."

To not be crazy is to be sane from a legal perspective."

"It sounds like it's easy to give bad guys excuses and reasons to escape the law..."

Monica hesitated.

"Your feeling is correct."

Chuck nodded.

"That's it..."
To be continued...