The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Jack sighed helplessly, balled up the last piece of manuscript paper, and threw it into the trash can.

"I know you hate sports, but no one should hate this."

As he spoke, he walked to the lawn in the middle of the outdoor track and performed a set of Bajiquan routines neatly and swiftly. His movements were as fast as lightning and powerful. When he finally stopped, a circle of people had gathered around to watch the fun. students.

There is no plot to laugh at kung fu and then get slapped in the face. If it were, Jack wouldn't be able to fight back with martial arts routines. Fighting techniques such as Sanda and Krav Maga that can defeat the enemy with one move are the choices for people with a normal mind. .

But the martial arts routines were really cool. Rhett was so excited that he clenched his fists on his chest and his eyes shone.

"Are you willing to teach me kung fu?"

Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Bruce Lee. Guys like Red who have both 'NERD' and 'GEEK' attributes must have been bullied in childhood. Those kung fu movies are probably the ones used most in these children's fantasies. One of the materials.

"A year and a half ago, I was only 3 pounds heavier than you. I had to carry $5 in change every time I went out, otherwise I would be targeted by street kids, you know."

Jack stared at Red's eyes and found that this guy habitually squinted from time to time, but he was actually myopic and didn't like wearing glasses.

Destroy it, he could already foresee what kind of disaster this guy's subsequent shooting, combat training, and even CQB training would be. Sure enough, the task assigned by Rossi was not that simple.

"You know what you're going to face when you join Rosie's group, right?"

Jack's sudden question made Red confused, and he nodded subconsciously.

"Do you think you can handle an average-sized criminal on your own?"

Rhett quickly shook his head again.

"Follow me, I've changed my mind."

Jack took Red to find Rosie again.

"What did you say? Cancel the special admission for Rhett?" Rosie looked at Jack and Rhett, who was a little at a loss next to him, in surprise.

"You're worried about him being the 'weak link,' and I'm worried about him being the 'fatal link.'"

"Originally, I just wanted to seduce him a little, take advantage of his yearning for kung fu, supervise him to exercise properly, and improve his physical fitness, so that I can meet your requirements."

"But please look at this cute baby face, this pair of eyes that are at least three to four hundred degrees myopic. When he needs to shoot at the suspect who is taking the hostages, won't you be a little worried? You don't even have suggestions. Is he doing a simple myopia surgery?"

"It made me realize that you don't see him as an FBI agent facing criminals head-on, but just as a genius psychological profiler."

Listening to Jack's long list of words with an excited tone, Rosie fell into deep thought, while Red argued weakly.

"But I was in the BAU with Gideon for nearly a year."

Then he was stared at by a cold gaze, and he took half a step back in fright.

Jack looked away and sighed.

"You are a genius, Dr. Reid. I remember your first doctorate was in mathematics. The casualty data of FBI detectives is not difficult to check. So please tell me, would you rather believe in luck than probability?"

Red was speechless, and Rossi also sighed, "It was my negligence. His overly excellent resume made me ignore the most important shortcomings."

"Please tell me, if there is a way to remedy this, what should we do, and how confident are you that Dr. Red can successfully leave this academy as an ordinary FBI agent."

Jack looked at Red again, "It depends on how much Dr. Red wants to be an FBI agent. For someone who can get three PhDs and two bachelor's degrees before the age of 21, I don't think that's the case." What a difficult thing.”

"Cancel the special admission, but make some small adjustments to the order of the tests. I will develop a step-by-step plan based on my past experience, but it all depends on whether Dr. Reid is willing to cooperate."

Finally, the pressure came to Red's side. Feeling the eyes from the two people, he looked less confident.

"I don't know, can I really do that? It's just not my area of ​​expertise."

"I can promise it's not as hard as you think."

Jack reached out and held his shoulders firmly, exerting slight pressure, as if he wanted to cheer him up in this way.

"Of course, this requires you to actively force yourself to do the most annoying thing, exercise, and exercise unremittingly. You will be very, very tired, which requires great perseverance."

Rhett seemed to feel Jack's sincerity at this moment and nodded vigorously.

"I'm willing to give it a try. I don't want to disappoint Gideon. He said I would make a good FBI agent, but you really can. You have no idea how bad my marksmanship is."

"You can do it, trust me." Jack let go and patted his shoulder.

"When your hands are completely under the command of your brain, hitting the target is just a simple ballistic calculation, Dr. Reed, of course, provided you wear suitable contact lenses."

So at Jack's suggestion, Red's shooting, fighting and physical fitness tests were postponed to the last week.

Then all his time outside of normal training sessions was given to Jack.

Finally, the college also allocated a corner of the central kitchen to him and provided him with the corresponding ingredients as requested.

So, on the fifth day after Rhett came to the FBI Academy, every morning, other students who were doing physical exercise saw two guys doing aerobics in the corner of the track.

"One two three four, two two three four, three two three four, four two three four."

Jack shouted the beat and led Red through the eighth set of radio gymnastics, correcting his deformed movements from time to time.

Ignorant old Americans mistake broadcast gymnastics for aerobics, but for Rhett, who is as delicate as Lin Daiyu, being able to complete a complete set of broadcast gymnastics with as standard movements as possible is enough to make him sweat like rain. .

Perhaps some students had some complaints about the academy's obvious favoritism, thinking it was unfair, but these noises quickly disappeared.

Because in all the subsequent training involving academic courses, Red's amazing memory and reading speed of 20,000 words per minute made it beyond the reach of Jack, who had the ability to memorize images, even if he cheated.

With his extensive knowledge base, most academic course teachers believe that Dr. Reid should be the one teaching on the podium instead of themselves.

This made Jack fully understand why Rossi would specifically admit Red. It would be a pity not to throw such an extremely smart brain into the BAU, which uses behavioral analysis and psychological profiling as its main methods of solving crimes.

Now that he is here and can help make up for the shortest piece of the barrel, why not do it.

Anyway, if you are going to be locked up in the academy and stay bored for 5 months, why not find something interesting to do, such as making some small modifications to the protagonist of an American TV series to suit his wishes, which can eliminate many problems in advance.

I deleted it from 3,000 words to 2,000 words, which is almost in line with my own wishes. I'm sorry for being so late today. I didn't expect that I would change it so many times.