[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

After drying Sherlock's hair, Ludwig turned off the light.

"Have you stopped reading?"

"I can't drag you to stay up with me every night, don't you have to solve the case during the day?"

Ludwig hugged the pillow, with his back to Sherlock, sleeping on the edge of the bed, eyes closed.

"Go to sleep."

"Are you sure you want to sleep like this?"

Sherlock's deep voice sounded in the silent darkness:

"If you turn over again, you're going to fall... Or, do you actually want me to pick you up from the ground in the middle of the night?"

"I like to sleep like this... Don't worry about these details, go to sleep, go to sleep, I'm sleepy, sir."

Sherlock silently watched her sleeping position curled up on the edge of the bed, and suddenly stretched out his arms to grab her back.

Ludwig... Is there an earthquake?Fuck!

He embraced her with his firm arms, and said calmly:

"It's the same wherever you sleep, whether it's across a quilt, a door, a house, or the ocean... if I really want to do something, it's the same."

"...I'm not afraid of what you do, I just like sleeping like this."

Completely different from what she expressed, Ludwig sat up quickly, got rid of Sherlock's arms, and picked up the phone from the bedside table.

"I have a text message."

Sherlock leaned lazily against the head of the bed:

"Don't be kidding, I didn't send you a text message, I'm the only one in your address book, and no one else knows your number."

"There is one more today... my French friend, I told you, Serge Gainsbourg, I wrote to him and told him my number."

... Le Shiwei's text message is so timely!This is a good neighbor in China!Ai Jia gave him 32 likes!

She stared at the phone screen and smiled slightly——Le Shiwei will come to England tomorrow, and ask her to chat about popcorn and grilled fish, and talk about logic and life by the way.

That's right... In another week, she has to go back to France to take the final exam, and she has forgotten about it.

Sherlock leaned over, glanced at Ludwig's phone screen, and said calmly:

"The one who lives across from your house? What did he say?"

Ludwig said inexplicably:

"Don't you know French? He invited me to dinner tomorrow, so I may not be able to solve the case with you again."

Sherlock was silent for a moment:

"We can go to dinner by ourselves, why are you with him?"

"You are 21 years old, and you should be a sophomore under normal circumstances. What do you have in common with our group of candidates... This is a gathering of juniors and juniors, and the seniors will go together."

Sherlock said coolly:

"Sophomore year? I hate to blow you away, I've already got five Ph.D.s and I could have gotten my first at eight if my mom hadn't insisted that I graduate at 'the normal graduation age for normal people' ...The latter is just delaying time."

Ludwig: "...so there is no common language."

How inhuman is her new boyfriend...

"then you go."

Sherlock said reluctantly, and suddenly asked:

"Do you have a lot of contact at school? What do people think of your friend?"

"I seldom go to school, I hardly have the chance to meet her at school, and I don't know anyone. How can I hear what others think of him?"

Ludwig was even more inexplicable:

"Why do I feel that you are particularly interested in him?"

"The only person in your pale life who can share your address book with me, of course I need to find out."

Sherlock said casually:

"Remember to come back early tomorrow, keep your phone unblocked, and don't go to strange places with your friends—if you don't want to repeat what happened today."

Ludwig had no objection this time, and simply said, "Okay."

She put away her phone, and the room fell into darkness again.

Presciently, she lay closer to Sherlock this time.

As long as you get closer, you can feel the heat on his body.

"I think you've been getting better at talking lately, Mr. Holmes, especially when I said I was going to study for an exam..."

In the dark, she said slowly:

"Before, if I didn't accompany you to handle the case, you would keep repeating it until I agreed."

He looked at her back coldly:

"So, this is a good change?"

"of course."

He used his fingers to comb her messy long hair that fell next to his face into a bunch, but did not take it away. In the darkness, the ends of the thin, soft hair brushed his eyelashes.

He closed his eyes and opened them again:

"Actually, I just thought that with your current weak foundation, it is still a little difficult to get admitted to the university you listed on your application form."

Ludwig: "You underestimate me. I'm just not as smart as you. It's easy to get into the University of East London..."

"Not because of this."

Quiet night, warm atmosphere, Sherlock said casually:

"Two weeks ago, I inadvertently hacked into the university application processing system for foreign students in the UK, and accidentally saw your application for studying abroad..."

Ludwig had a bad feeling in his heart:

"Well, you saw my application for studying abroad...then?"

Sherlock hooked the corners of his mouth, and his tone was pleasant, even a little like asking for credit:

"Then, I changed the read-only code of their webpage and changed your application to Cambridge University..."

"..."

Ludwig sat up suddenly and almost twisted his hand again:

"What did you say?...you changed my application school to Cambridge University?"

"Yes."

Sherlock spoke briskly:

"The level of that third-rate university is too low to suit you, and I can't find the reason why you are obsessed with that school... What's more, East London is too far away from Cambridge..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly closed his mouth.

Because his eyes met another pair of angry black eyes in the dark night.

His little girlfriend rushed over with astonishing anger, sitting astride him with slender legs, grabbing the front of his long white pajamas with one hand and shaking them back and forth:

"Unintentionally? By hand? This is my application! This is my university! How dare you! Change it back! Change it back!"

Sherlock is already familiar with Ludwig's habit of jumping on Ludwig whenever he is angry.

After a brief moment of astonishment, he held her slender fingers holding his skirt, and said calmly:

"I don't mind if you rip my clothes off...but can you do this with a pair of pants on? Now this pose is a little tricky..."

Sherlock's shirt was like a skirt to her, and trousers hadn't even occurred to her.

But now, she couldn't even think of this question.

She broke his shoulder with her hand and shook it vigorously, but it couldn't move, so she hugged his shoulder instead.

"Why do you change my application direction? Change! Come back! Come!"

He accurately held the wrist that she was trying to break free from his grip, protecting her injured wrist from re-injury due to her violent movements.

He looked at her face so close at hand.

In the darkness, her eyes sparkled with anger.

"I'm afraid it's too late... All the university applications have been accepted by the school yesterday, and the exams have started to be arranged... Oh, Vichy, your actions are too violent, don't pull my hair!"

"Your behavior is violent!"

Ludwig almost stepped on Sherlock's face:

"Have you ever considered my human rights? Can I also change your doctoral research direction for the next semester without your consent?"

"Actually, I don't mind. No matter what kind of doctoral topic I can finish in an hour... What do you want to change it to? Economics? Finance? Mathematics? Or study literature with you?"

He was elbowed on the pillow by his little girlfriend.

And his hands crossed her shoulders, combing Ludwig's long hair like soothing a restless kitten.

Her hair is very long, but it is neglected. If you touch it carefully, you can feel that her hair is not as good as it looks, and the ends are a bit dry and rough.

Ludwig felt that her thinking was not on the same frequency as Sherlock:

"I didn't intend to change your research direction! What I want to say is respect and human rights! This is not the first time this has happened, sir, every time you decide for me on your own, even if you think East London is a third-rate university , I have my own reasons for choosing it..."

reason?

The reason, of course, is tuition fees!She definitely won't be able to get a scholarship at Cambridge University. Does that make her sell her kidneys to pay for the exorbitantly expensive tuition fees?One is not enough to cut two?

"Oh, Vichy, believe me, I have shown you extraordinary respect."

Sherlock let go of her hair, turned to hold her shoulders, and stared at her face with a rare serious tone:

"If it wasn't for respecting you, I would have directly changed your major to Cambridge University's School of Chemistry... With my chemistry degree, I can directly upgrade to a lecturer, so that I can still teach you."

Attend class?

...Take a lesson in peat!

Sherlock Holmes as her teacher?Is there anything more terrible than this?

Would he bother to explain those easy-to-understand questions to mortals like them?Or just throw down a sentence: "Read by yourself, please understand if it is convenient, and please understand if it is not convenient"?

Ludwig shook off Sherlock's hand, fell to the side, buried his face in the quilt, and didn't even want to say "hehe".

But in a few minutes, her question changed from "how to avoid marrying Sherlock" to "how to successfully sell a kidney to pay for tuition fees"... After a detour, she returned to the original point.

... Well done Holmes.

"Actually, you don't have to be so angry."

Sherlock pushed back the long hair from her cheeks to reveal her face, and Ludwig turned away.

"Think of the bright future... we can buy an apartment next to the school, so you can make me breakfast in the morning, make coffee for me at noon, and buy milk in the evening and still iron my clothes for the next day. Shirts, like in Baker Street..."

"..."

The first half is acceptable, but the second half is simply deadly.

Thinking about it, I feel that the prospect is too bleak, it is better not to live.

My kidneys are gone, so what school do I go to?What else do you study?

Sure enough, she would be persuaded by Mrs. Heras to seriously consider dating Sherlock... This must be because she is not clear-headed enough!

The next morning, Ludwig and Sherlock walked to the restaurant one after the other.

Mrs. Herras was already there waiting for their arrival.

"It's been a long time since I saw Sherlock walking behind others. Baby Vichy, I'm looking forward to the morning every day with you here...but you're up now? Is the threaded bump I gave us any good?"