People in the US variety show, the genius doctor is fierce

Chapter 90: First Day of School and the Excellent Girl

In the next few days, he received various combat training from Marshal Nick, including fighting and American Iai.

Compared to knowing one thing about magic, he knows everything.

In terms of pure physical combat power, the gap between him and Bailiff Nick is even more obvious.

This guy is a total pervert.

Proficient in almost all combat skills.

However, Sean has good talent and physical fitness close to the peak of human quality. His fighting ability is visibly improving. The joy of this progress is simply intoxicating.

"We are both teachers, but the Undead Forensic Doctor is so despicable!"

Every night before going to bed, when reviewing the day's gains, Sean always couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After he traveled through time, he had three teachers in total.

Only the Undead Forensic Doctor has the title of a teacher. The other great witches and bailiff Nick are teachers in reality but not in name.

But the great witch taught him a lot of extraordinary common sense and helped him develop mind teleportation and mirror space transmission.

It benefited him a lot.

Bailiff Nick not only effectively improved his all-round combat capabilities, but also taught him the skills of sensing intense emotional fluctuations, locating spatial coordinates, and mirror teleportation.

It also makes his space transmission fluctuations smaller and more covert.

It can be expected that he may acquire the true skills of Bailiff Nick and be able to sneak in the shadows without anyone noticing.

If he could learn this skill and use it with his several scalpel weapons as an assassin, he would be confident that he could teach that witch Christabella a lesson.

In comparison, the Immortal Forensic Doctor, the only teacher with the title of a teacher, is really despicable!
Abel's Antique Shop.

In the basement studio.

The undead forensic doctor sneezed several times in succession.

"Do you have a cold? You have been sneezing every night these days," asked his son Abel with concern.

"It doesn't matter, you won't die anyway~" the Immortal Forensic Doctor joked.

"Ha! Ha! Very humorous." Son Abel smiled perfunctorily.

"Sean, school starts tomorrow, why hasn't he come yet?" The Undead Forensic Doctor thought of something and couldn't help but mutter.

"Who cares?" Abel, his son, complained, "These days without contact with that pervert are the most peaceful and comfortable days I have ever lived."

"Nothing will happen, right?" The Undead Forensic Doctor knew that his son and Sean didn't get along, so he didn't respond. He just took out his phone with some worry and said, "I'd better give him a call and ask."

After the call was connected, the Undead Forensic Doctor learned that Sean had already arrived in New York and rented a house to live in. He hung up the phone with some disappointment.

His son Abel had been listening in. Seeing his young father like this, he said unhappily, "It's better for him to do this. He won't have to worry about putting you on the operating table all day. Do you want this?"

"Of course not..." The Undead Forensic Pathologist smiled bitterly.

He really didn't want to.

But Sean had always been thinking about this, but now he seemed to not care about it at all, which suddenly made him feel very uncomfortable.

"It's been a while since I visited a university. Sean is going to report to Columbia University tomorrow. Should we go over as well?" The Undead Forensic Doctor suggested, cheering up.

His son Abel rolled his eyes, obviously unwilling.

The Undead Forensic Doctor also knew that it was just a gesture, and he planned to go and see Sean alone.

Although this student was a little abnormal, his talent and ambition made him very satisfied.

He didn't want to sever the teacher-student relationship inexplicably.

The next day.

He made another phone call to inform Sean of his plan, dressed up to make himself younger and more elegant so as not to embarrass Sean, and then got on the subway.

As soon as he got up, he saw a big goose beauty, and he sat down beside her with bright eyes.

When the subway started moving, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation, showing off his keen observation skills after more than 200 years of experience, which made the beautiful cello player interested in him. Before getting off the train, she took the initiative to ask him to watch her performance. He naturally agreed.

Although I have always told Sean that true love is invincible, immortality without true love is a curse, and losing true love is excruciating pain.

But this does not prevent him from actively chatting up and dating young and beautiful women when he sees them.

However, just as he stood up to accept the invitation, the subway suddenly crashed, and the violent impact caused everyone to tumble.

By the time the dust settled, everyone in the subway car was dead.

The immortal forensic doctor had his chest pierced by the subway handrail and was dying. Looking at the beautiful girl who died with her eyes open not far away, there was no fear of death in his eyes, only pity and regret.

He could have had a romantic date with the big goose beauty.

His body and clothes disappeared from the spot.

The next moment, in the Hudson River in New York City, the head of the undead forensic doctor emerged from the river, then swam ashore cleanly, and was looked at like a pervert.

After the New York patrol gave him registration and clothes, he called Sean to inform him that he could not accompany him at the reminder of his son Abel who came to pick him up.

"Okay." Sean, who received the call, said indifferently that he understood.

This made the Undead Forensic Pathologist feel very uncomfortable and he continued to explain what had just happened, saying that he needed to be alone to calm down after his death and rebirth.

"How much pain?" Sean interrupted.

"Level 6, no, level 7!" The Undead Forensic Pathologist thought about how it felt like to die at that time and gave a number.

"It doesn't seem to hurt enough," Sean commented and hung up the phone.

If it hurts enough, then even if the Undead Forensic Pathologist has experienced death and rebirth too many times and is no longer afraid of death, he will still experience strong emotional fluctuations under enough painful torture.

The immortal forensic doctor also possesses extraordinary powers.

Logically, Sean should be able to sense when his emotions are fluctuating violently and then teleport over.

If there is none now, it just means it’s not painful enough.

Sean is looking forward to the next surprise from the Undead Forensic Doctor.

If the Immortal Forensic Doctor encounters a more painful death next time, and he suddenly appears to provide first aid, then the Immortal Forensic Doctor, as his teacher, would feel embarrassed to refuse again.

These little thoughts flashed through Sean's mind, but were instantly forgotten by him.

It is certainly gratifying.

No, it has no impact.

His focus now is no longer on the Undead Forensic Doctor.

College life has opened the door to him.

I have to say that the start of the school year at universities in the American variety show world is still very wonderful.

Young men and women from all over the world are full of vitality.

What’s even more rare is that this is the world of American variety shows, where the average appearance is far beyond reality, and there are so many young, beautiful, and fashionably dressed beauties that it’s overwhelming.

Sean is not a sex-hungry person.

But these past few days, due to the threat from the witch Christabella, he didn't dare to teleport back to find Maria and the others at night.

His body was close to the peak of human quality, so when he walked on the university campus, he couldn't help but take a second look at these beautiful sights.

However, he was soon attracted by the title of doctor. Turning around, he saw a family of four walking towards him with luggage, their faces full of joyful smiles.

Apparently reporting as a freshman at Columbia University, he was accompanied by his parents and brother.

The girl was wearing glasses and had a pretty face. She looked like an excellent girl who loved reading and studying.

Sean took a quick glance and then set his sights on her father, a middle-aged white man whose wife was African American.

He should be the man who was just heard being respectfully called a doctor.

(End of this chapter)