Chapter 66: The Lover's Robbery (I)
Valentine's Day, one of the scariest holidays in the world.
Lovers, like Dr. Leonard Hofstad, have to rack their brains about how to please their significant other in a way they haven't used before.
And people who don't have a lover, such as Dr. Rajesh Kusapari, will feel different degrees of blows depending on their worldview and outlook on life.
Leonard really can't think of a good idea to plan a Valentine's Day party that will satisfy Penny. And this year's Valentine's Day falls on a Sunday, and the daily life of Leonard and others is completely different from that of the vast majority of American researchers - these people almost never work overtime, and he can't even think of a good excuse to escape this fate.
He had been worried for a week, and he had no time to pay attention to Peter, who had come to his lab to communicate. For the latter, this was a good opportunity to focus on investigative operations.
Peter went to Dr. Kusapari's office to say hello to Belle.
"Dr. Hofstad said he had something to do in the past two days, and I happened to be going to Hollywood with Jessica, are you coming?"
Hearing that Peter and Jessica wanted to go shopping, Raj, who was hot and bitter, immediately volunteered to be their guide.
Working with Belle was an absolute pain in the air for the poor Indian lad.
Raj is a very daring person, as long as a girl looks at him, he can immediately make up the details of the wedding between the two, how many children they have, and even the names of their grandchildren in the future.
Not only does he dare to think, but he also dares to do. And in terms of emotional issues, this thing can be said to have no shame, even his best friend's fiancΓ©e he has yy countless times, and even "chanted" a poem: Bernadette, when your hand brushes over my clarinet.
As an Indian, he certainly hadn't heard "When Your Hair Brushes My Steel Gun". Although his clumsy works are far compared to this military song in terms of artistic conception, charm and popularity, the belief reflected in his poems is the same firmness and perseverance.
With Belle in front of him, he was going to tease him anyway.
From the morning to school, he and Belle went into the office, closed the door, and by the time Peter came to say hello, Raj had been trying his best for three hours.
Generally speaking, as long as he can confidently show the mystery from the Indian subcontinent, combined with profound knowledge, and a nuanced grasp of female psychology, coupled with the need for comedic effect, among the nerdy foursome, Raj's success rate is the highest, and even the famous actress Sommer Grau is laughed at by him.
However, he met his opponent today.
In her last life, Belle was a Chinese. For most Chinese, the mysterious Indian subcontinent? What the hell is that? When it comes to India, she, like most Chinese, has the following first thought: third brother.
Raj is indeed very knowledgeable, and as a Cambridge graduate and a well-known astrophysicist, he knows the positions of various stars and the corresponding mythological stories. But Belle has already met the Thor of Asgard, almost killed the seduce witch from Norse mythology, and has secretly tried to communicate with other dimensions independent of the Marvel universe, and even herself, who is only part of Marvel's strongest god under OAA, Nemesis. Myths? Sorry, she's not interested.
As for the nuanced grasp of women's psychology, Raj has indeed managed to be unsurpassed, and it can be said that on a psychological level, he is more like a woman than Belle. So this advantage naturally can't help him.
As a result, he forcibly flirted for three hours, and Belle remained completely indifferent, always maintaining a professionally hypocritical and polite smile.
Peter's arrival saved them both.
After Belle said she wanted to go back to rest, Raj drove the car, with Peter in the passenger seat and Jessica in the back seat, and the three of them headed towards Hollywood together.
Jessica's appearance and figure, which are also very capable of fighting. So the sluggish Raj, who had just been hit hard, quickly regrouped and switched targets.
If Raj is more of a woman than Belle, it can also be said that Jessica is more of a gentleman than Penny.
As soon as Raj had spoken, Jessica told herself the story of her fight with a six-foot-six-inch, four-hundred-pound black man for three hundred rounds. Then Raj wilted.
He wilted, but Peter was in good spirits.
"Dr. Kusapari, I have something to ask you."
"Just call me Raj," Raj, who had just experienced two blows, was a little sluggish, but still had a good attitude towards Peter, "What's the matter?" β
"I want to ask, what's going on with the medicine that helped you cure selective mutism?"
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The next day, Peter found an excuse to get rid of Jessica and went to Hollywood with Raj, where Penny mentioned the psychic opened a pharmacy.
This shop is kind of interesting.
The first time Peter saw this pharmacy, the idea popped into him.
Located at the foot of the Hollywood Hills, this small shop is very unremarkable. Passers-by seem to be completely drawn to the souvenir shops and cafes on its left and right, and do not pay any attention to the exotic sign in front of the pharmacy. Peter was sure that he wouldn't have discovered the existence of this shop if he hadn't brought it with him.
"It's actually a bit of a big hidden realm in the city, it's amazing."
Peter exclaimed, followed the Raj, and pushed the door in.
"Raj! My sweetheart. β
As soon as Raj entered the door, he heard a warm greeting, and the shopkeeper walked forward with a smile like a spring breeze on his face and gave Raj a big hug.
"Tilda!"
Raj responded enthusiastically, and the two hugged each other for almost 20 seconds before parting. It's just that when they hug, Tilda's eyes are already fixed on Peter behind Raj.
The female shopkeeper didn't rush to ask, but chatted with Raj for a while before asking, "This little handsome guy, is it your friend?" β
"Peter Parker," Raj introduced, "is an exchange student from New York, living above Penny. β
Tilda nodded slowly with a "I see" expression.
"This is Tilda Johnson, a real genius!" Raj said with great certainty: "Penny told me she was a psychic medium, but in reality, she was a master of genomics, biochemistry, cybernetics, robotics and physics, completely self-taught!" β
As Raj as an astrophysicist, Peter believed that Tilda was not in vain, and even looked up to her. Although Peter was not racist at all, he was still in awe of a black woman who insisted on self-education and was able to achieve such outstanding achievements.
With such a background, it is not surprising that some kind of miracle medicine can be made to cure Raj's selective silence.
But the panacea that can fulfill wishes, let alone a self-taught wild scientist, even if Einstein is reincarnated, it is impossible to come up with this thing.
So Peter initially suspected that this person also seemed to be a superpower, or a mutant or something.
But he didn't ask much, just boasted very sincerely: "It's amazing!" β
"Don't listen to him, Raj always exaggerates when he speaks." Tilda laughed and waved her hand, patting Raj on the back, the two of them seemed to know each other very well, "But since he brought you, Peter, is there anything I can do to help?" β
"Ah, that's right," Raj picked up first, "he's heard that you've cured me of my little ailment, and he's very interested in your cure." β
"Yes, yes," Peter quickly chimed in, "I wonder if this panacea can help me fulfill my wish?" β
"Oh?" Tilda narrowed her eyes, looked at Peter carefully for a moment, and asked, "What is your desire?" Think about it clearly, this medicine can only be used once per person, so be sure to think about it. β
Tilda said, glancing at Raj, "His wish is to be able to talk to women normally, and I still have that note, but I think what he really wants is for all women to fall hopelessly in love with him, right?" β
Raj nodded frequently, but quickly began to shake his head again, "That wish must be very expensive." The mere desire to be able to speak normally made me go bankrupt. Until now, I can only hire a cleaner twice a week, and my house is almost a kennel. β
Peter chuckled inwardly. He already knew that this Indian family was super rich, and think about his poor savings......
"Uh, how much does this medicine cost?" He asked a little weakly.
"Divide people." "Different people, different desires, different prices. Why don't you tell me first, what do you want? β
Peter thought for a moment.
He wondered if the drug would make Belle fall hopelessly in love with him, but the idea was quickly rejected. Let's not mention the price, this efficacy, it's not illegal.
Moreover, what was obtained with external force was not the love in his mind. He still hopes that he can impress the other party with his own heart.
"I want to grow a little taller, and it's best to be ten centimeters taller." He said, his voice trembling slightly.
He thought it was a very stupid request, and most people would laugh at him mercilessly.
However, Tilda's attitude is very professional, and she keeps smiling all the time, as if a grocery store owner hears a customer say to buy a bottle of Coke.
"Don't worry, Peter," said Tilda mildly, "I've had hundreds of guests, and there's really nothing to be shy about just getting ten centimeters taller." β
She put her hands on the top of Peter's head, her eyes closed, and she made a constipated expression, and her mouth made a strange buzzing sound, as if she were casting some strange spell.
This strange ritual lasted about ten minutes, and Raj was so bored that he had already started playing with his phone. But Peter could only wait, and his mind was spinning so fast that he used the ten minutes to play a game of flying chess with himself in his head.
"Okay, I already know that." Tilda put down his hand, let out a long breath, and said, "I didn't expect you to look ordinary, but unexpectedly talented." β
Peter stared blankly at Tilda, silently muttering in his heart, "Looks unremarkable...", he always thought that he was good-looking.
Raj also put down his phone, and when he heard Tilda say that Peter was "gifted", he couldn't help but remember that he was "born with a deficiency, and you have to pay a considerable price (a lot of money) to fulfill your wishes".
He preemptively preempted Peter and asked, "What does it mean to be gifted?" Could it be easy for him to grow taller? β
"Exactly." Tilda said with a smile, walked behind the counter, took out a syringe containing an unknown red liquid from a safe, and handed it to Peter, "I think this thing seems to be related to you." β
Peter ended up paying $700 for the "miracle drug" of unknown origin.
His flesh hurts, after all, he is a real poor man.
"You're already good," said Raj, half-reassuring, half-complaining, "for seven hundred, less than a fraction of what I paid." β
"So expensive!" Peter shouted loudly, "Raj, you are too rich, if you were to replace me, it is estimated that you will only be a bachelor for the rest of your life, so much money, just to be able to talk to women, it is too expensive." β
"That's why I said, you're in luck." "Leonard also asked about growing taller, and Tilda told him that the price was astronomical. β
"Does this medicine really work?" Peter was suspicious that a single injection could make him ten centimeters taller, which was too mysterious.
"Of course," Raj swore solemnly, "but I don't understand why Tilda is hiding such a good thing." She also has a strange theory that the power of God protects her shop, so only people approved by God can see that the store is there, and she, as a messenger of God, will only sell medicine to people who approve of God. If she hadn't had this rule, she would have been rich a long time ago. β
Unlike the naΓ―ve Raj, the well-informed Peter didn't think anyone could make a lot of money with this kind of thing.
"It's more likely that before you have time to make a lot of money, you will be targeted by all kinds of strange forces." He thought to himself.