Chess and Goldfish

As long as you are really smart, you will be arrogant and more measured.

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"...There are always types of charts available in stock market..."

Jin Te pushed the mirror frame on his face, held the remote control of the projector in his hand, and spoke slowly under the gaze of all the students. He doesn't like to stand there dryly when he lectures, but he is more used to walking back and forth. In Gent's words, hyperactivity is good for mental activity—the opposite of John.

In fact, Gent did not expect his class to be so popular, and John Watson also came.

Catching the gaze of the blond doctor, the caramel-colored eyes hidden behind the lenses smiled a little, Jin Te nodded at him, and continued the class, "The yin and yang candlestick chart is called a candlestick chart again..."

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"Why did you come here suddenly?" Gent asked with a smile as he handed out a cup of 2shot NERO coffee.

Watson leaned against the stepped seat in the lecture hall, looked lightly at the students leaving one after another, and took a sip, "How do you know I want this?" He was a little surprised, "Come to make up lessons, you won't be unwelcome, right? professor?"

Gent raised his glass and gestured at him, "Stop teasing me, you know my level. ——The dark circles under my eyes are about to fall to my chin, sir, I'm fairly observant."

"Oh, Sherlock will be happy to hear that." Watson bared his teeth at him, "Mary is doing some stocks, and it just so happens that you are not preparing for this class recently?"

Gent nodded knowingly, "I'm a new professor for the class just started this semester, and the old man who taught this class before went to Oxford." He rolled his eyes, "I don't know how these economists What are you doing, analyzing insignificant things every day, with so many recent things, the market is bound to be unstable, you tell Mary to get out early, don't get caught."

Watson was stunned, a little disbelieving, "No way? I think Mary is doing pretty well?" He scratched his head, and smiled dryly while holding his coffee, "I don't really understand, but I heard that recently A few stocks are quite good, and she also said that she wants to make a lot of money..."

Just as Jin Te was about to say something, someone interrupted him at the door, "Professor Ace, let's go?"

"You have an appointment?" Watson asked.

"A few professors are just chatting, boring entertainment, you know." Gent curled his lips, "Let's go, together?"

"No, I..."

"Together."

"..." Watson looked at him and nodded helplessly.

You have already decided and ask me what to do.

"What happened before..." Watson smelled the coffee in Gent's hand, which was also the concentration of 2 shots.

"It's solved." Gent naturally continued, "It's sort of."

"Is it?" Watson frowned and repeated, but he still didn't say anything. Since Sherlock didn't express his opinion, it must have been dealt with.

"Tell Mary to play less with stocks." Gent hooked the corners of his lips, "Pregnant women still need to maintain their mood."

The blond doctor nodded silently. During this period of time, Mary was suffering from severe morning sickness, and he didn't get enough sleep at night. When he woke up, he wanted to rub Mary's calves, and later he wanted to buy her various preserved fruits.

Sherlock laughed at him for a long time, and Watson burst into tears, but Gent was more understanding of the world.

Gent and several professors from his department came to the fast food restaurant next to the school, found a place to sit down, and introduced Watson to several colleagues.

"Doctor Watson is also trading stocks?" Professor Hans asked with a smile.

"This is a little bit of fun, I don't know much about this."

"Then ask Professor Ace about the inside story! He knows a lot of information!" Hans is a man about the same age as Gent, with a mustache and winking eyes.

When Watson heard this, his eyes drifted to Jinte. The man who was drinking tea was caught off guard and coughed.

"Hans, why are you hurting me!" Gent glared at him dissatisfied, "I don't know what's going on! Rumors!"

He mouthed "Mycroft" to Watson, who suddenly understood and said nothing.

During the dinner, Watson was in a daze. He didn't quite understand some economic terms, but he also knew what they were talking about.

It is said that the stock market in London has been turbulent recently, some private equity funds are very active, and some companies are still engaged in futures. A stock called "Poker" is particularly outstanding, with a strong momentum.

"Has Lady Gaga entered the British business world?" Hans shrugged, wanting to stir up the atmosphere.

As a result, the scene was very embarrassing for a while, and there was a long silence.

Hans: "...Just kidding."

When leaving, Gent packed a sandwich for Sherlock and prepared to go back to Baker Street with Watson.

He shook hands with Hans and bumped his shoulder. He looked a little strange, "I heard that there are not many people who can stand side by side with Napoleon. Fortunately, he is not engaged in economics."

John looked blankly at the few people leaving, and turned his head to ask Gent, "What does he mean?"

The curly-haired man looked at the intersection expressionlessly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He didn't answer John's words, but silently stretched out the hand that he had just shaken with Hans. gushes out.

John was stunned, "What, what's going on?!! Gent!?"

"As a doctor, John, you should wear a tourniquet though..."

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"Are the fish caught and killed?"

As soon as he entered the door, he heard Sherlock's deep voice. He was sitting on the sofa, wearing a nightgown, holding a copy of The Times in his hand, flipping through it casually.

"What?" John froze.

"The tuna sandwich, I know it was brought for me, a thoughtful gesture, but the smell of blood... tsk." Sherlock said, looking away from the newspaper, "You went to Westminster University, did you listen to the class well? Oh, speaking of it..."

He paused.

"Assassination? Who did you offend? No, no, no, just to teach you a lesson?" Sherlock glanced sharply at his bandaged left hand, secretly estimated the depth, and then looked at Gent's clothes and clothes. Emoji, "You went to that Subway? Smoked chicken ham and 2shot extra, what were you talking about? Oh damn the stock market, rich people's silly tricks...with who? John went too, your co-worker?" He is taller and stronger than you, he is not a new teacher, it seems that your anti-reconnaissance ability is not good enough, and the chess pieces have been buried beside you for so long and have not been discovered?"

There was another long series of non-breathing words, John felt dizzy, and Gent was so angry that he was half dead, took two deep breaths, and said sullenly, "If you didn't find out, do you think you can still see me?"

"Oh, maybe that's the case. If it were me, I wouldn't even be injured." Sherlock was triumphant.

"Yes, great detective, I admit that you are the smartest person in the world, and all the glory is yours." Gent rolled his eyes, and walked into the room to treat the wound.

John blinked and handed the takeaway to Sherlock, "What does this mean? You said Professor Hans is a pawn?"

"Oh, Hans." Sherlock savored it, "This name is not very good, and your future daughter cannot use this name."

"No one will use it! Besides, why is it a daughter?!" John was irritable, "Don't change the subject!"

"I like it." Sherlock tilted his head, "Why didn't you remind him? Such an obvious trick would hurt yourself?"

Hou, it sounds like you are very dissatisfied!Then let you go out with me this morning, why don't you go!Still pretending to have amnesia!

The blond doctor didn't want to talk to him, and snorted twice, but in the end, curiosity and thirst for knowledge prevailed, "So, what's going on?"

"A good leader not only needs to have a very high IQ, but also requires force and convincing. Obviously, he failed in the last two." Sherlock sneered slightly, and raised his volume slightly, "Colonel Moran believes Your nonsense doesn’t mean those lunatics believe it. Even if they don’t know what you traded, their dissatisfaction will always exist. Even if the purpose is not to kill you, they will continue to hurt you to satisfy threats, intimidation, and vent their anger. .”

Jin Te angrily opened the door, his trousers were only half worn, "If you have time to blame me, why not help me find a solution!"

After finishing speaking, when he was about to slam the door, his body froze suddenly, Jin Te turned his head blankly, "...you said Moran?"

Sherlock blinked, and John "kindly" said, "It's Colonel Moran—who is this?"

Gent really wanted to slap himself to death.

He took a cautious look at Sherlock's face, and smiled twice, "Hey, no one, it's just someone who doesn't matter."

John looked at Sherlock questioningly, who didn't look sideways.

Yes, I can't ask.

"Anyway, Gent, be careful. Didn't you just get kidnapped a while ago? Speaking of which, are you really a magician? I've never seen such a weak magician!"

"Hey! I'm a magician, not a magician! John, you're about the same!" Gent was so angry that he choked on his saliva, and rolled his eyes angrily, "Love makes people's IQ drop, don't you understand this? "

"Heh..." The big detective made a mocking face.

Gent: "..." No, no matter how much my IQ drops, I will not be lower than John.

"By the way, what does Napoleon mean?" As if thinking of something, John looked at Gent, "That's what Hans said to you last."

Gent kept giving him winks to tell him to shut up, but the blond doctor only thought there was something wrong with his eyes.

Sure enough, after hearing John's words, Sherlock's attention came back all of a sudden, "What did you say, John?"

"I heard that there are not many people who can stand side by side with Napoleon. Fortunately, he is not engaged in economics." The doctor repeated honestly, "I only heard this, and I don't know what it means."

Sherlock immediately fell into thought.

Seeing this, Gent sighed.

Defense by day and night, house thieves are hard to guard against, no, pig teammates are too scary.

Sherlock took out his phone and fiddled with it twice, before rushing out of the house without saying a word.

John was confused, "Where did he go? Didn't eat the sandwich?"

"After all, it's a freshly caught fish. He might think it's fishy." Gent joked seriously, and then patted John's shoulder with his uninjured hand, "Let Mary have a good pregnancy and stop playing stocks."

"...What does this mean?"

"It means that the sky is about to change..."

Gent shook his head and pointed to the headline in the newspaper: [Shocked!The crime rate soared on the eve of the election! 】

Proper headline party.

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—John: Where is he going?

——Gint: Sue...

The author has something to say: Finally!Arrived at the final chapter [cover face]

I can't wait to finish it...

I didn't expect this short story to be delayed for so long_(:зゝ∠)_

Thank you Xiaofeng for the rocket launcher! ! !love you

Finally, I wish you all a happy Lantern Festival~