From Bella's perspective, Mr. Sperm's behavior was indeed outrageous, but it wasn't impossible! Many idiots, aside from this, couldn't do anything else—they didn't even know how to steal scooters. This kind of thing required no effort, wasn't illegal, and could make money. Why not?
It's just that normal people weren't this prolific...
693 times! These were successful attempts. The medical center didn't accept just anything—if it didn't meet standards, they wouldn't pay. These 693 times all met standards, involved signed privacy and confidentiality contracts, received compensation, and were recorded donations.
In other words, there were also substandard ones? How many would that add up to?
Mr. Sperm was definitely a strong man, a man of iron! What flowed through his veins wasn't even blood...
Bella's gossip instinct was instantly activated. She squeezed next to Natasha to watch TV.
When she thought the peak of Mr. Sperm's life was those 693 times, the host's subsequent developments shattered her naive assumptions. She realized she was wrong—693 times was nothing. The key was what came after.
Medical institutions used his donations to provide treatment for infertility patients. This was beyond reproach—such institutions existed worldwide.
But during this process, the medical institution made a major error, resulting in over 500 children being born over those three years, all sharing the same biological father.
The talk show host gave an exaggerated thumbs up, expressing admiration that 693 donations successfully produced over 500 healthy children: "I have to say, Mr. Sperm's... vitality is truly formidable! He's a powerful man! I can't compare to him at all. I admire him!"
The live audience roared with laughter, as did Natasha in front of the TV.
The TV scene switched to a courtroom, which was the origin of the entire incident—Mr. Sperm's 500-plus children had collectively sued him!
The children wanted the right to know who their biological father was. But Mr. Sperm had signed a confidentiality agreement before donating, and the medical institution had to protect his privacy rights. Now the question was: which was more important—the right to know or privacy rights?
Bella's eyes glazed over. She felt it was hard to imagine such an absurd thing happening in reality.
"Is this guy really that formidable?..." she asked in bewilderment.
"Haha!—I'm dying of laughter!" Natasha was rolling on the sofa laughing.
The little ghost hiding in the shadows was also laughing uncontrollably. This was just too funny!
"Haha, hehe, there's inside information you definitely don't know... hehe, I'm dying!" Natasha put her arm around Bella's shoulder, their faces close together, and said in a low voice: "The public doesn't know, but we do... You know I have a friend named Maria Hill?"
Bella shook her head. She actually did know this name—the future famous deputy director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the ice queen. Last time they went to Paris, Natasha had even used her name to cause trouble. But she couldn't say she did.
"Uh, not really sure. Why?"
Natasha pointed at the TV: "This Mr. Sperm is Maria Hill's boyfriend! Well, ex-boyfriend now! Hahahaha! Now she's constantly wearing a poker face, cold to everyone. We all avoid her! This is hilarious!—"
Bella finally understood the source of her joy. Watching others suffer misfortune made her happy...
Who exactly was Mr. Sperm? How old was he? Just how impressive was he? This matter was headline news in America. Everyone was eating popcorn, eagerly speculating. It was as lively as if Christmas had come early, and everyone was incredibly amused.
The Galilee Iron Codex news was pushed to second place. Moreover, because the headline content was so explosive, it captured over ninety percent of public attention, resulting in her second-place news receiving virtually no attention. At this moment, even God wasn't as attractive as a loser. This left Bella both amused and exasperated. What kind of situation was this!
"If you were a man, do you think you could achieve 693 times?" Natasha asked, suppressing her laughter.
"Let's not discuss such pornographic topics!"
"Just talk about it. Hypothetically, suppose you're a man now, you're poor, but you meet a beautiful woman like me—no, wait, you meet a beautiful woman like Maria Hill. Would you go donate for money, or would you be with her?..."
Bella looked at her in surprise. How many traps are hidden in those words? So young, yet so calculating!
She changed the subject.
"I heard a girl at your school confessed her love to you? Is that true? You must have been thrilled?"
"Nonsense! No such thing! It's all internet rumors!"
"By the way, this is your Christmas present." Natasha handed her a small box containing a pair of earrings.
Bella had also prepared a Christmas gift—a necklace.
Neither was too expensive. What mattered wasn't the price but the sentiment. They put them on each other and looked at each other for several seconds.
"Not bad, much better than that dress you gave me last year." Natasha touched the necklace. The back of the amethyst had both their initials engraved. She expressed satisfaction, because the earrings she gave also had their initials engraved.
Bella also noticed this detail, but verbally continued to quibble: "What are you talking about? Last year I gave you a Dior dress! It was expensive..."
The two engaged in mutual nonsense, both clearly aware that their relationship had changed from before, though it still needed some time to fully develop.
...
This was the second Christmas that Charlie's new family spent together. Unlike last year when the Zodiac Killer had California in a state of panic, this year's holiday atmosphere was much livelier.
Facts proved that Americans were just too idle. Their enthusiasm for God wasn't even one-tenth of their enthusiasm for gossip news.
The Galilee Iron Codex news remained lukewarm, while Mr. Sperm's news occupied the headline position long-term.
Born at the wrong time—this was Bella's realization after failing to make the headlines. If she'd known such explosive news would appear, she should have waited two more months to dig up the iron codex. Now it was too late; the codex had been completely crushed.
When their family of four went out shopping, they could even see people spontaneously organizing on the streets to raise funds for Mr. Sperm!
The reason was that Mr. Sperm had to pay child support for over 500 children. This was definitely an astronomical figure. Forget a poor loser—even many middle-class families couldn't afford this expense.
This was different from the Zodiac Killer. No one would step forward to admit they were Mr. Sperm. Fame aside, the key issue was no money.
To keep the story going, idle young idiots spontaneously organized to raise funds for Mr. Sperm! The message was: We support you, so bravely step forward!
Their family of four also symbolically donated ten dollars. Samantha complained somewhat, feeling Charlie wasn't "working hard" enough.
"Look at him—over 500 children in one go... and look at you!"