Chapter 69: Scientist! System, You’re Awesome!
When the sound of police sirens approached from afar.
Ian had already walked away humming a tune.
He took two more gulps of the tech drink, passing by the gym entrance. Having already achieved his goal, he had no intention of lingering longer at this place full of “England vibe.”
However.
The two otaku guys standing at the gym entrance caught Ian’s attention. One tall man, one short guy with glasses, pacing back and forth extremely uneasily at the gym door.
“It’ll be fine, it definitely will! ” The short guy with glasses was hyping himself up, his fists clenched tightly, “As long as I build some muscles, Penny will definitely like me!”
The skinny tall short-haired guy next to him rolled his eyes.
“Leonard, according to the research data on page 327 of evolutionary psychology, women’s preference for muscles when choosing mates ranks only sixth.”
He issued a reminder.
“Sheldon! Science doesn’t always make sense! Screw evolutionary psychology!” The short guy named Leonard completely ignored his friend’s advice.
“I can definitely become a muscle hunk! And then welcome my love.” He clenched his fists, full of confidence, that inexplicable self-confidence making Ian feel a sense of familiarity.
“We are scientists, we should believe in… well, if you insist, you need to figure out how to step through that door first.” The tall man called Sheldon took a few steps back.
“Our friendship can only take me this far with you. That place is basically a petri dish for bacteria and virus, I won’t enter a place that could kill me with syphilis or some other disease.”
He pulled out his mobile phone as he spoke.
“What are you doing?”
The short guy Leonard had a bad premonition.
“I need to buy some alcohol. Tonight when you get home, you’ll be thrown in to soak, how about 80-degree alcohol? I respect my roommate’s choices and preferences.”
Sheldon remained polite.
“Do you want to kill me?”
Leonard was furious.
“Indeed, you have a point, I don’t want to go to prison… so 75 degrees should be enough.” With that, Sheldon raised one hand and tapped rapidly on his mobile phone to place the order.
“…”
Leonard speechlessly held his head.
And at that moment.
“Hey, you two, good evening.” Ian remembered why he felt that sense of familiarity; he had encountered two characters who shouldn’t exist in the DC universe again.
The two protagonists from The Big Bang Theory. It was a daily life sitcom that Ian watched when learning English; he only remembered the characters inside were all excellent otaku scientists.
Other information isn’t important.
Whether he knew it or not didn’t matter; even if he hadn’t watched this TV series, Ian would only care about their scientist identities—that was the most attractive part to Ian.
He had a laser gun.
He had the Marvel Universe.
So of course he needed to know enough excellent scientists. Plagiarizing literature was just the start; plagiarizing science was the broad road, and Ian also had a heart to use technology to benefit himself and incidentally benefit humanity.
“Uh.”
Leonard, seeing someone approaching, immediately waved his hands reflexively, “I need to keep a clear mind, so I don’t need fitness tech products!”
He clearly wasn’t here for the first time and was very clear on the sales pitches outside the gym.
“I’m not a tech peddler.” Ian hid his cola bottle and, under the gaze of the two physicists who knew a bit of chemistry, defended his identity.
Leonard frowned, not quite believing it.
While Sheldon looked thoughtful.
“He’s right, Leonard. He’s so handsome, Penny would probably spend 500—no, 800 dollars on him; he could totally do quicker illegal gigs to make money.”
“If he has 80% of a normal person’s IQ, he’d choose to approach a rich woman, blackmail the rich woman, get rich; he could definitely join the ranks of billionaires.” The scientist Sheldon seriously stated his reasonable analysis.
“!!!!”
Ian was stunned.
“You also have super intelligence?”
He rarely felt shocked inside.
“I’m a theoretical physicist, destined to win the Nobel Prize, so of course I have super intelligence.” Sheldon tilted his head in thought and responded matter-of-factly.
“Smack~”
Leonard speechlessly patted his forehead.
He felt the youth in front of him and the friend beside him had dealt him a double critical hit.
“So, kid, what exactly do you want with us?” Leonard took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, and looked at Ian, who could be identified as a middle school student at a glance.
Ian immediately responded.
“I’m a student aspiring to become an excellent capitalist, needing a group of scientists to be my workhorses for me.” He tried throwing an olive branch to the two.
Leonard only thought Ian was joking.
While Sheldon’s eyes lit up.
“Comparing employees to workhorses, hmm, very vivid metaphor, and very honest too—I like communicating with honest people, even if most honest people have low IQs—don’t misunderstand, I’m just saying lying requires details, and fabricating details is a high-difficulty task that needs super high IQ to support.”
It was unclear if he was praising Ian, belittling Ian, or praising himself.
Whatever.
Ian was a magnanimous person.
“Sheldon! Shut up!” Leonard minded his roommate’s rudeness more and turned apologetically to Ian, “Listen, child, we are professors at Metropolis Institute of Technology.”
“Income is pretty good, no need to job-hop.” Though he still thought Ian was pranking or joking, he gave Ian some polite respect and seriousness.
In response.
Ian blinked.
“I have Wayne Enterprises backing me.”
He wasn’t lying, just not telling the whole truth. As a contracted writer for a small publishing house under Wayne Enterprises, how was he not backed by Wayne Enterprises?
The big boss thought highly of him!
“Ah?”
Leonard and Sheldon were both visibly stunned.
“Wayne Enterprises! That Wayne Enterprises!” Sheldon was clearly extremely excited, “Bruce Wayne, he ranks third among my 16 most admired people!”
“Right after Batman!”
“Bruce Wayne is absolutely the most underrated capitalist and inventor of this century!” It had to be said, this man named Sheldon was pretty single-minded in some ways.
Compared to his immediate belief, Leonard wasn’t so quick to trust others.
“You have a connection to Wayne Enterprises? What kind?” Leonard incredulously sized up Ian, thinking he looked like a child from a normal elite family.
“What kind? Let’s just say Bruce Wayne owes my father his life.” Ian answered seriously, and it was the honest truth.
“A life debt!”
Leonard had a realization—at least he thought so, “Did your father start a company and get support from Wayne Enterprises?”
Though shocked inside.
He still didn’t think a kid like Ian could start a business.
“Sorry.”
After pondering for a moment, Leonard still wanted to refuse.
And at that moment.
Ian opened his backpack.
Preparing to cater to the otaku guys’ tastes.
“Whoa! This minotaur figurine is so finely crafted!” Sheldon immediately noticed the special item in Ian’s backpack but didn’t imagine anything supernatural.
Leonard was the same.
“It’s even electric!” He was greatly amazed and suddenly had a very bold idea, really wanting to ask Ian where he bought the figurine.
“I’m not just a reserve capitalist, future bestselling writer, I’m also a comic artist.” Ian pulled out a sketchbook, the cover featuring the original art of The Boys.
It had to be said.
He had grasped the minds of the two otaku scientists very well.
“It’s actually a comic, the artwork is really good.”
Leonard was instantly attracted, even temporarily forgetting his bold idea, subconsciously taking the Boys manuscript from Ian’s hand.
Sheldon leaned over too.
Moments later.
“Oh! This comic is explosive!”
The two veteran comic enthusiasts couldn’t help but be amazed.
“Genius! He’s a comic genius! Leonard! Leonard! We have to work for him! Then we can threaten him to draw us into the comic too!”
Sheldon was clearly hooked, and Ian planned to strike while the iron was hot, pulling out overlord terms inherited from excellent people’s enterprises. However, at that moment.
Something unexpected happened without warning.
Silent Profession revival conditions met
The system’s voice rang out abruptly.
A sufficiently weighty memory.
It was precisely that great power surpassing all.
