New York.

Adam first sent Sheldon on the train and then sent Peggy back to the apartment.

Then he drove to Old Friends' Bar and saw Matthew and Lily who had long been clamoring to celebrate.

"This is the MacArthur Genius Award Trophy."

Lily touched the trophy and sighed.

"Adam, you're so awesome."

Ted enviously: "It's good if I can get this trophy too."

“Have a chance.”

Adam smiled and said, "When you design a world-famous building one day, we will congratulate you."

"Hope."

Ted was both longing and smiling bitterly.

He knew in his heart that the probability was almost zero.

Not to mention the talents and opportunities required to become the top architect.

Even a real architect, no one has ever won this award.

Although the MacArthur Genius Award covers all fields, its focus is still on science.

Architecture belongs to art.

The achievements of art are too subjective, controversial, and cover a very wide range.

It is almost impossible for him to win an award as an architect.

"Show me, ah..."

Matthew leaned forward to get the trophy, but suddenly held his waist and screamed.

"What's wrong?"

Ted was startled.

"Lily, be careful."

Adam smiled and joked, "Matthew's graduation season is coming soon, and he is going to prepare for the bar exam again. He is very busy and tired, so you can restrain yourself."

It’s almost April now, and the registration time for lawyer certificate examinations in New York is April and the exam is July.

Matthew worked hard for 3 years, just for this day.

It has a very interesting taste in the Asian current college entrance examination.

It's just more exaggerated than the college entrance examination.

Because Matthew and the others are all adults, they all have girlfriends, and even wives and children.

Getting a lawyer's qualification certificate six months later is a huge living cost.

And in the American TV world, let alone lying flat, you just have the idea of ​​lying flat.

Once you show something, you will be a little lazy and your curly posture will not be sexy enough.

Even if you just laugh at yourself and are discovered by your boss, you may be fired and then completely lie down and never get up.

Compared with those classmates who either go crazy, vomit or self-harm, Matthew is in good condition despite being under great pressure... Until now.

Emmm.

Only then did Adam understand Matthew's secret to relieve stress.

Single dogs are envious of their real names.

It's just too hurting the waist.

If you are not careful, you will have the risk of going directly to the hospital without taking the exam.

"I hope it's me."

Lily shrugged: "But it's a pity that it's not me this time..."

"Lily!"

Matthew shouted, trying to stop the explosive gossip.

"Baby, Adam is the doctor, the best doctor."

Lily was unmoved and smiled and said, "Your injuries must be seen so that I can rest assured."

"Injury?"

Adam was surprised and said, "Mathieu was injured? What's going on?"

"nothing."

Matthew hurriedly covered up and said, "It was a slam dunk accidentally. You all know that I am the 1995 dunk king of Nickray County, Minnesota."

"Yes, it's all written in your resume."

Ted complained: "This is your special skill."

"It seems that you didn't write that you are Dr. X."

Matthew retorted.

As for resumes, just like diaries, who can write them?

What is written is naturally beautified.

Matthew barely dunked the basket, but he dared to write that he was the dunk king in his hometown. He was a fast and big guy. The ghost under the basket. Human standing... all kinds of titles were stacked.

When Ted was in college, he pretended to be mysterious and opened a small trumpet called Dr. X. He bragged on the radio station late at night in college. He dared to write a radio program director on his resume. Mysterious DJ...

Emmm.

To some extent, this is Mi's quality.

It doesn't depend on what you do or what you can do.

It depends on what you say and what you can blow.

"I'll take a look, Slam Dunk~"

Adam walked over, lifted Matthew's top and began to check on his injuries.

"uh-huh."

Lily suppressed her smile and asked seriously: "Adam, what is Matthew's injury?"

“Iliopsoas tendonitis.”

Adam suddenly laughed, and then he understood why Lily laughed.

"What kind of disease is this? It sounds so cunning."

Lily exaggeratedly: "Is there any common name that is more familiar?"

"It's iliopsoas tendonitis!"

Matthew cried: "There is no common name. Adam is a professional, of course he has to say the name of the professional."

"It's okay, actually."

Adam said seriously: "Sometimes, for the sake of the patients and their families, we will also say some common names for the disease.

We are friends, and it doesn’t matter. Ilioposterior tendonitis is a dance that everyone may have heard of hurting the buttocks.”

Emmm.

Dancing hurts the buttocks, as the name suggests, means that dancing too much will hurt the hips and hips.

Generally, ballet dancers have this kind of injury.

"puff!"

Ted laughed.

“As for it?”

Matthew touched the beer on his face and said irritably.

"Not, not."

Ted coughed a few times, calmed down, and then said seriously: "Matthew, tell us, have the other little girls in your class hurt their buttocks?"

"Hahaha."

Everyone burst into laughter.

“I have a professional question.”

Lily smiled and said, "Will it be inconvenient for you men to dance ballet?"

"Hahaha."
To be continued...