Sherlock Holmes is a Big Brother [Comprehensive British and American]

My name is Peter Parker and I am currently a student at Midtown High School.Hidden identity Spider-Man, currently only Ned knows.

Some time ago, a transfer student was transferred to the class, a transfer student who caused a sensation in the school, named Christina Steele.A very ordinary name, but it does amazing things.Of course, this does not rule out the fact that she has a face of a god of learning.

She was the last one in the whole grade!

Answers are written in each space, but none of them are correct!Even the literature multiple-choice questions perfectly avoided the correct answer!

In the first second when the midterm exam results came out, Ms. De Botton broadcast her parents' phone calls without hesitation.Ned and I happened to be standing nearby trying to get our literature homework from the teacher.I forgot to mention that Mr. De Botton is our literature teacher and class teacher.

Also teaching director.

It took a long time for the busy tone to be answered.A woman's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"here is..."

"Hi miss, I'm the class teacher of classmate Christina Steele..."

Before Mr. De Botton finished his introduction, the other party interrupted him.It was a pure public school accent, with an unquestionable sense of superiority: "Sorry, Mr. De Botton, my sister has caused you trouble."

"Are you Brother Steele's classmate?"

"Exactly. My lord Mycroft Steele."

"Please come to the school tomorrow. Student Steele scored zero in every subject in this midterm exam. We need to have a good chat about Student Steele's study problems."

The other party was silent for a long time before opening his mouth with difficulty.

"Ok."

I don't know how this incident was known by the whole school, but I understand that the person involved must be very sad at this moment.She didn't speak for a whole day, and kept writing on the table—of course, no one paid attention to her, except her tablemate Gwen.

"Christina?" Gwen looked at her with concern, and the latter looked up suspiciously, with red eyes. "It's okay, in fact, everyone doesn't care about exams..."

Christina seemed very helpless and shook her head to express that it was all right.In fact, she looks very cute, like a ten-year-old child, with golden brown curly hair swaying in the wind that accidentally entered the classroom.

"I just stayed up late yesterday." Seeing Gwen's increasingly moved expression, she finally explained.The school bell rang, and most people in the classroom hurriedly packed their schoolbags.Some people go to the club, others choose to stay in the classroom, but there are only two people - me and Christina, Ned is going to build the death star model, as much as I want to join, but I know I still have to find a teacher ask questions.

The school at dusk is very different from the morning. Everything around seems to be inlaid with a layer of gold, gradually blurring the outline.

"Mycroft, there's no need for me to pay for this matter."

"Obviously, Christina, you've delayed my whole day."

"With all due respect, I helped you complete a year of official documents before. I dealt with 41 small things." She bit the word "small things" very hard. "I'll help you maintain the network tomorrow," she added.

"Deal." The other party replied readily. "By the way, Sherlock..."

"He will surprise you in five seconds." Christina typed a few characters.

"Sherlock. Holmes!" The other party shouted angrily. "And Oulos, you just know how to get used to him!"

Christina hung up the phone with a snap.

The next day, Christina's brother arrived as scheduled.Mr. De Botton stood on the roof of the teaching building, looking blankly at a row of black Bentleys below.

"Five in total." Ned added, "The one in the middle is an extended version, conservatively priced at $600 million."

"Did any dignitaries or consortia come here today?"

Christina came out of the classroom and glanced at the neat rows of Bentleys on the first floor with great displeasure.

"Oh, don't you just want to see my jokes?"

The car in the middle got off a tall, beautiful woman, and...

He opened the back door of the car.

A very British gentleman came down with a black pointed umbrella.There was a decent smile on the corner of the man's mouth, with a strong sense of distance, as if it was unattainable.After standing still, he first gathered the suit jacket on his body, and then walked forward calmly.

He seemed like a natural focal point.An existence like the stars holding the moon.

Every time he took a step, the girls around him exclaimed, and the boys took a step back.

"My lord, Mycroft Steele, is Christina's brother," Mycroft spoke first when he saw Mr. De Botton. "Last appointment in the British Government."

Σ(?*?;)

Is the British government so kind to employees? !

Hey, does your conscience hurt? ! !

"Tsk."

Christina walked back to the classroom without looking back.I'm sure she would have liked her brother to come, but definitely not in this way.Her brother obviously noticed her too, his gray eyes were looking directly in the direction of our class.

It seemed that there was a feeling between the two, almost instantly, Christina turned her head abruptly, and nodded to him reluctantly, the latter's smile deepened a little, while the former's complexion darkened and sank.During the brief eye contact, her brother and she seemed to have some communication again, and Christina suddenly became happy again.

Don't know much about you Steele.

Mrs. De Botton went upstairs with Mr. Steele to discuss Christina in their office.But it seems that the two eventually broke up, although it didn't make any noise.

"Goodbye." Out of politeness, I still said to Christina after school.

"No, we'll see you again in 45 minutes."

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Recently, everyone knows, so I won’t talk about it.

Your little angel, I, finished writing the course documents for two units, and started the course documents for the next unit.Hahaha.I was fascinated by Touken Ranwu, and suddenly found that my Wuhuadao?? can only be used by my grandfather (two).Actually, I am looking forward to counting beads (*/?＼*)

What's the point of complaining (?▽?)

The next chapter is still a little spider

He often feels out of place because of his lack of IQ.

Maggie didn't collapse ohhh