Smack! Smack! Smack!
Seeing that the driver was ignoring him, Adam had already started to suspect sothing. He pounded forcefully on the sealed partition. The soundproof barrier couldn't withstand such a heavy beating from Adam.
The car slowly ca to a stop.
The partition was retracted.
"Sir?"
The driver looked at Adam with an innocent expression.
"This isn't the way to the gym next to the kindergarten," Adam frowned.
"That's right," the driver replied with a smile. "Your good friend has planned a new route for you, hoping to give you a surprise."
"Good friend?"
Chandler and the others looked completely confused.
"We don't know any such 'good friend,'" Adam said coldly. "Now, take us to the gym imdiately. We're going to watch a ga, and I'll deal with your company later."
"Yes, sir."
The driver's smile stiffened. He didn't dare argue with Adam and simply obeyed, restarting the car.
Renting such a luxury vehicle was incredibly expensive—most people couldn't afford it. Even on a big occasion like a bachelor party, it was usually only middle-class or wealthier individuals who would spend that kind of money.
If they had just been regular middle-class custors, the driver might have pushed back. After all, most of them were one-ti clients, so it wouldn't matter if he refused their request.
But Adam clearly looked like a wealthy man. And in this country, if there's one group of people you don't ss with, it's the rich.
Besides, he was already in the wrong.
That's right!
The driver knew sothing was off, but he had accepted the extra cash and had a reasonable excuse. He figured he could just pretend not to know anything.
It was a bachelor party—good friends planning surprises. The groom and his groomsn would be in a great mood. If he played along, he could just laugh it off and pocket the extra money.
Who would have thought that after just two streets, Adam would catch on? And his reaction was so strong that pretending not to know was no longer an option.
"Adam, what's going on?"
Chandler was still confused. "Which 'good friend' of ours would pull a prank like this?"
"Who else could it be?"
Adam scoffed. "Only soone as unreliable as Barney Stinson would do sothing like this."
"Barney Stinson?!"
Chandler and Joey shouted in unison.
"Who's Barney Stinson?"
Ross looked completely lost.
"No doubt, he's trying to drag us to so bachelor party he arranged," Adam shook his head.
"He spent all this money just to bring strangers to watch strippers?"
Ross was dumbfounded. "That's so pointless!"
"That's exactly how pointless it is," Adam scoffed. "In fact, he's done far more ridiculous things. He once pretended to be an international businessman at an airport just to hit on won. If he found a promising target, he'd buy a plane ticket on the spot and fly to wherever she was going."
"Now I finally understand why I kept losing to him over the years."
Joey gritted his teeth. "This guy is just willing to spend way too much money!"
Plane tickets weren't cheap—long-distance flights were even more expensive. But Barney would spend without hesitation just for a shot at a woman. That level of extravagance was truly sothing.
"What does he do for a living to have that much money?"
Ross was envious. "Is he so ultra-rich heir?"
"Uh..."
Adam thought for a mont and shook his head. "I think he's a senior executive at a financial company. He's not an ultra-rich heir, but he does make a lot of money and can afford to play around."
Barney's job was always a mystery. Even Ted and the others had no idea what exactly he did. It was even more baffling than when Chandler worked in IT doing data processing—his friends were completely clueless.
No one could ever give a straight answer!
But one thing was for sure: he had a high inco and plenty of free ti. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the luxury to be this ridiculously bored.
"How did you figure it out?"
Chandler breathed a sigh of relief and asked curiously.
"Yeah," Joey and Ross also turned to Adam.
The backseat of this luxury stretch limo was practically a small karaoke lounge. With everyone chatting and laughing, it was impressive that Adam had detected sothing was off so quickly.
"I have a great sense of spatial awareness," Adam smiled. "I could tell that the route we were taking didn't match the one in my head."
"That's amazing!"
Everyone was astonished.
"It's nothing special," Adam laughed. "I have a friend who has a photographic mory—he rembers everything like a high-definition cara, never forgetting a single detail. He also has an incredibly vivid imagination, constantly simulating entire galaxies in his mind..."
He then briefly described Sheldon's extraordinary abilities to the group.
Everyone was left in shock, especially Ross. As a fake genius encountering a true prodigy, he felt both admiration and self-doubt. He rembered how he once exaggerated his SAT score from 1250 to 1450 just to brag, and now he felt deeply embarrassed.
Compared to a real genius with almost supernatural abilities, even his ability to lie wasn't good enough.
Adam listened to their astonishnt with a reserved smile.
Over ti, his intelligence had gotten closer and closer to Sheldon's. His ability to comprehend and morize dical knowledge had already reached extraordinary levels.
At first, he thought that was the limit. But then, sothing exciting happened.
His mory gradually started to resemble Sheldon's photographic mory, and his ability to analyze and imagine things also took on that "simulating entire galaxies in his mind" quality.
This dramatically improved his dical skills, making professors and attending physicians take notice.
Adam no longer seed like a fourth-year dical student. He was more like a seasoned, well-experienced resident doctor.
Even for interns or junior residents, diagnosing patients at a glance and coming up with ingenious treatnt plans was rare.
The reason for his rapid improvent was the combination of these two abilities, which were strikingly similar to Sheldon's.
A photographic mory worked like a high-resolution CT scanner, capturing every detail about a patient.
anwhile, his imaginative ability functioned like a 3D modeling and animation software, reconstructing the patient's condition in a virtual space.
By cross-referencing this ntal model with the vast dical knowledge he had absorbed, he could identify problems and determine optimal solutions.
Even with just a fraction of Sheldon's abilities, Adam's dical expertise had already improved drastically.
If he ever fully mastered these skills—surpassing even Sheldon—then, combined with his steady hands, godlike surgical precision, and endurance rivaling the best, becoming a legendary doctor would be inevitable.
Adam believed this transformation was a classic case of "proximity breeds influence."
By being around Sheldon, not only had his intelligence increased, but he had also gradually acquired two of Sheldon's superhuman talents.
Praise be to Sheldon!
"So, we're going to the gym?"
After their amazent subsided, the group finally rembered that Adam had ntioned the gym next to the kindergarten.
"Yes."
Adam grinned. "We're going to watch an ice hockey ga—front-row seats. How about that?"
"Yeah!!"
Chandler, Joey, and Ross imdiately cheered in excitent.
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