[Comprehensive Classics] Detective Moriarty

Nothing could be more magical than what happened tonight.

Not to mention a guy in his 20s, naked, pointing a gun at her!

He also talks like a schoolboy of a certain age!

Even a deranged elementary school student!After a while, he said that he didn't know her and wanted to kill her!After a while, I asked her if she came to class together!

She wasn't, she was going to kill him with one shot.

"You've always disliked math class, but you're still here." Moriarty almost narrowed his eyes with a smile. "It's okay, as long as you come, I can help you with your homework."

"Uh, Moriarty, how old are you?" She raised her hands, trying to get as far away from him as possible, but he wouldn't let her go.

"Ah, are you still angry with me? Why don't you call me by my Christian name?" Moriarty muttered, "You can't even remember how old I am, but I can remember yours Age, you are 13 years old, I am two years younger than you - I haven't seen you mature for a few days."

"Thank you for the compliment, James." Shirley twitched his lips, sighed again, motioned for him to let go of his hand first, walked to the side of the bed and tore off a thin quilt and threw it on him, "Cover it up first, I don't think you were naked/naked/naked when you were 11 years old."

Moriarty blinked and realized he was naked, eyes widened a little, and said incredulously, "Oh, my God, I'm so rude—you're not going to be mad at me, are you?"

"If you don't put it on again, you might be in danger." Ciri pulled out an ugly smile, turned around, and heard the rustling sound of him pulling the quilt.

"Okay, you won't be angry with me again?" He asked again, like a repeater.It made Xili turn around, and said impatiently: "Cover your upper body too, aren't you afraid of catching a cold, kid?"

He obeyed and did as he was told, but he repeated the question just now.

"Don't be angry anymore." What a ghost!

She didn't even know what it was, she had already forgotten it!Who still remembers the mess with him!Now she was thinking about how to make Moriarty normal - if the bill came and the kid said he didn't bring any money, then she would be miserable.

"Great, Shirley, I knew you wouldn't be angry because I burned your hairpin!" Moriarty looked innocent, and he walked to the writing desk under the quilt, and walked to her with a pen and paper. In front of him, he dragged her to sit on the floor again, and they were warmed by the fire.

Whoa!It turned out to be this matter!Then she remembered it!Now she wants to say that she is still angry!

Mycroft had bought her that hairpin!According to him, it is an orphan product from Italy.

"What are you writing?" She was still angry, but she couldn't help watching Moriarty writing furiously with curiosity.

"I'll tell you about the previous problem, and I'll help you write the math homework last time. You definitely didn't do it." He listed a bunch of math formulas that Shirley couldn't understand now, and she even thought about it carefully. Was Riati lying to her, had she ever learned such an advanced subject as a child?

She pursed her lips and said nothing.

"I wish you didn't tell me you're not angry because you couldn't turn in your homework," Moriarty said to himself.

"Why do you keep repeating that I'm not angry anymore?" In her memory, she didn't reconcile with Moriarty. She went on a trip the next day, and the two of them were fine when they came back. same happens.

"Because you're really angry." Moriarty paused, "Never before."

Ciri narrowed her eyes slightly, she still remembered how that happened——

Today is Professor Leonard's class.

The Moriarty family's mansion carried a drowsy incense, so that Ciri almost fell asleep at the door as soon as he walked in the door of their house.

Moriarty sat on the chair, his head sank little by little, and suddenly he woke up with a start.

Moriarty raised his head in boredom, glanced at Professor Leonard and his clichéd reasoning, who was still talking, and yawned again.

His nose moved slightly, as if he felt something, Xuanmi's world was turned upside down.

"Shirley, you're here."

Following his gaze, the brown-haired girl in a violet dress walked slowly into his study with a small suitcase in both hands in front of her.She blinked several times, trying to drive away the sleepy bug in front of her eyes.

She habitually stroked the lily of the valley hairpin in her hair, nodded to Professor Leonard, placed the box opposite Moriarty, and then nodded slightly to him.

"I don't know one question." The girl pursed her lips, frowned slightly, with a worried look on her face, "It's been difficult to write, so I came here to ask you, the professor."

He thought for a while, and suddenly showed a smirk.

"You didn't write it, did you?"

The girl must have been hit, a small word "Chuan" frowned between her brows.

But she still pretended to be calm and said: "No, if you don't believe me, you can go to my house to see how much I wrote."

"Okay, why don't we go now?" He pushed the notebook in front of him towards Professor Leonard, and said coldly: "Old man, your solution is outdated, look at mine, I'm going to Ciri now." home."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about the embarrassment on Professor Leonard's face, and turned around to leave from the high chair.

Suddenly, he felt someone pulling behind him, and Shirley clicked his tongue impatiently. After being pulled several times, he turned his head with confidence, and put on a triumphant smile in an instant.

"Shirley," he whispered, "you dare not let me see it because you are all empty."

Ciri stood up without showing any sign of weakness.

"I said, no."

Although there was a moment of embarrassment, Professor Leonard, who immediately returned to his mixed salary status, turned a blind eye to it. God knows what it would be like for a professor at Oxford University to teach a math genius and take a math idiot in such a remote town. Mental torture.

Moriarty grinned and made a face with Ciri, and even made a gesture of going to the door.

Ciri sneaked a glance at Professor Leonard, seeing that he was studying Moriarty's latest solution.She said confidently: "I won't let you go, if you move again, I won't let you go to my house to play again!"

She didn't know if it was really because of the threat of "can't go to Xili's house to play anymore", so he sat back immediately, "Then you can continue to listen to the class."

Ciri smiled silently, very satisfied with the result.

Anyway, she also knew that she was not talented in mathematics, and she was studying just to deal with her father, and handing in homework was nothing more than thinking about respecting the teacher.

If it couldn't be done, or if Moriarty wouldn't write it for her, she'd lie.

She also knew that Professor Leonard was also here to make money.

She didn't finish her homework this time, so she has to hand it in next time, to save face for the teacher, she thought so.

She watched Moriarty pick up a large stack of books, ignored her, and began to flip through them carefully, drawing pictures on them from time to time.

She also took out a few pieces of colored paper and a small drawing book from her suitcase, looked at it with relish for a while, and then looked up at the other two men in this room—Professor Leonard had already started a new round of explanations. problem, and handed over the new homework to the two of them.

Another's homework has been filled with dense formulas and solutions.

Professor Leonard took his homework and sighed, and began to copy his homework.

Ciri thought: Is the professor copying Moriarty's homework too?

She stared sharply at Moriarty, trying to copy the answer.

Finally, she sighed, realizing that she couldn't copy his homework like this, it could only cause squinting.So he resignedly moved his chair and placed it next to Moriarty.

"Tie it up," Moriarty said, lifting her long locks. "It stands out, your hair."

Ciri's hair has always been unkempt, and if it is usually pressed down or braided with something, it looks like a bird's nest.

Ciri brushed her hair with her hands, took out a headband from her suitcase, handed it to him, and signaled, "Fix it for me."

Moriarty looked at the headband in disbelief, "You want me to make it for you?"

"Yes, I never do it myself. There are people in my family who help me, but now they are not here, so I trust you. You can help me with my hair." She said seriously.

"I am your servant?"

"I didn't say that."

Moriarty pursed her lips, and after a few seconds of thinking, she flicked it on her head extremely quickly. Ciri felt that her hair was a little loose. She confirmed, "Have you tied it up?"

"I did my best, it looks good." He said more seriously than Ciri.

Shirley turned his head, just in time to see himself reflected in Moriarty's lake blue eyes, he suppressed a smile: "It's really pretty."

In the lake is a disheveled girl.

She snorted coldly, and did her own hair for a long time, and immediately broke the so-called precept that I never do my own hair.

Moriarty turned his head and wrote a few lines, and when she was about to finish it, he quickly turned around and reached out to rub her hair.

Ciri exasperated: "Moriarty!"

She immediately took out another small retractable cane from her suitcase, poked his chest, and tapped lightly. Moriarty moved the book while holding the cane: "Don't, don't, don't It's a mess, okay? Do your homework well, I know you can't do it. "

Ciri paused for a moment.

He hooked his lips, and continued to show off: "I finished writing, you want to copy it, right? That's why you sat next to me."

Ciri was discouraged. She brushed her hair, and when she turned around, she immediately reached out to take away Moriarty's homework.

Moriarty quickly pulled back the homework while laughing, gave her a nod, then quickly put it into a book he took at hand, and then threw the book in his hand, and the book flew out for a while There was a thud when it landed on the wooden floor again.

"I didn't tell you." He reminded.

"Lend me to copy it." Ciri looked aggrieved again, completely out of the posture of poking Moriarty with his cane just now, "I want to hand in my homework."

Moriarty shrugged his shoulders, and said absent-mindedly: "If you don't write, he doesn't care about you. You can also say that you left it at home, or that you don't want to write for a question. That’s what I said last time, it’s pretty much the same anyway.”

"I want to insist on paying once and not paying once. I respect the teacher."

"You still have this awareness?" He wanted to laugh again, "You still respect the teacher? It takes an hour to solve the simplest one-dimensional equation."

Ciri glared at him, "The teacher paid for it, I don't want to waste money."

"You really know how to tell jokes, Shirley, no one loves waste more than you." Moriarty stretched his waist, and said slowly, "Go and see for yourself the pile of waste in your house, which one is not You bought it with money, you want everything you see, you spend money with your eyes."

She had no choice but to start writing by herself.

After racking his brains to write a few irrelevant numbers, Ciri collapsed.

Moriarty was flipping through the materials while writing on the parchment. For a moment, there was only the sound of serious flipping.

You can only use the tried-and-true necessary skills of Ciri!

Ciri pursed her lips, looked at him righteously, and suddenly kissed the side of his cheek.

"What are you doing?!" Moriarty turned his head in surprise, covered his face and yelled at Professor Leonard: "Leonard, why don't you care about someone sexually/harassing/harassing me in class?"

Ciri sullenly said, "Are you sick?"

She turned her head angrily, her long hair tied into a ponytail flung across his face.

Moriarty put down his pen and winked at Professor Leonard, who continued to read without saying anything.

With an expression of "this professor doesn't seem to care about things", he lowered his head and said to Shirley: "He doesn't care at all, which is a headache-if ​​you really can't write, I will write for you."

Ciri finally had a little smile on his face, and pretended to be reluctant and grunted, the pen he was holding pretended to move twice, drawing a few ugly ink marks on the parchment.

"I tried my best." She acted like she was doing her best.

"Then only I can help you," he covered his face with one hand, like a wolf.The other hand slowly pulled her parchment, and sighed reluctantly, "Be careful, you can't sneak up on me again, you look like a pervert."

"Hurry up and write."

Shirley shook her pen irritably, urging him on.

"Soon." He quickly took out another piece of parchment, writing on it as if he didn't need to think.

Shirley thought he was fooling her at first, he didn't read the question at all!

But later he wrote more and more, and even used a second parchment.

This...does Professor Leonard want to rely on Moriarty to complete the university project?

Besides!This is completely different from his homework!

"Why do you write so much? Are you writing blindly? Are you bullying me to write blindly if I can't understand?" She asked him.

"This is a stupid way to solve it. I'm afraid that the smart Leonard will have to study it for a long time," Moriarty explained, and continued to write, "Besides, your IQ can't use the fastest and most concise way."

"You look down on me? Why can't you use it?" Ciri was a little anxious. She picked up Moriarty's parchment and looked at it for a long time. Although she really couldn't understand it, she still said bravely: "Use it for me." The most powerful way to write, I can't let others look down on me!"

"Anyway, this method is not at your level. It doesn't matter what kind of writing it is - this is pretty good, it has your style, and it's a waste of ink."

"No," Ciri confronted him, "If you don't rewrite it for me, I'll kiss you back! Anyway, Professor Leonard doesn't care!"

"Huh?" Moriarty said slowly, his hands faster, "Don't do this."

Shirley became anxious and kissed him again.

Moriarty accepted the kiss passively, he let out a chuckle, and then said seriously: "Shirley, you are so boring, be careful, I will sue you and arrest you."

"You go, anyway, I want you to change the question for me." Shirley said indifferently, and pretended to kiss him again.

This was the third kiss Moriarty had received.

"I'm scared of you, can I correct it for you?" Moriarty crumpled up the homework and took out another blank one.

"There is no topic above." Shirley reminded with her arms folded on the table.

"I remember." He re-wrote, "but I have one more request."

Shirley suddenly felt restless from the soles of his feet, "Why do you have so many things to do? It's just an assignment."

"How about you write it yourself?" Moriarty pushed the parchment towards her.

"Tell me about it." Shirley pushed back again.

"I want the hairpin on your head." He directly reached for it, but Ciri deftly dodged it.

"You're not a girl, what do you want this for?" The girl protected her hairpin, her eyes began to darken.

Moriarty looked at the girl who was not much older than him, "I want this."

"This can't be given to you, why should I give it to you?" This is an orphan gift from Mycroft to her. Although they have broken up, it is impossible to throw away a gift casually!Such a precious thing!

"Oh, how do you write it? You're so funny," Moriarty twitched his lips mockingly, "You kissed me and threatened me, and you're not happy if I ask you for a hairpin? Turn your face off?"

"But it was given to me by my ex-boyfriend!"

"You still like your ex-boyfriend?" Moriarty said darkly.

"I don't like him very much," Ciri said honestly.

"Then give it to me," Moriarty stretched out his hand, "give him to me and I'll continue with your homework, or there's another way—let me touch your belly."

"Are you sick? Why should I let you touch my belly?" She jumped up from her chair, "Professor Leonard wants to touch me!"

Professor Leonard continued to pretend to be deaf.

"You don't want anything, I won't write." Moriarty flicked the parchment and quit.

"I won't hand in this homework, and I won't come to class anymore!" Ciri pulled up her suitcase and walked towards the door angrily.

"That's not okay, didn't you say that you never waste?!" Moriarty also lost his temper, and he pulled Ciri's ponytail to make her lean back.

Ciri became even angrier, with tears of pain in her eyes.

"You want me to beat you, James!" She turned and threw her suitcase on Moriarty, wrestling with her.

Ciri hadn't grown much, while Moriarty had grown quite a bit over the course of the year.

She doesn't have an advantage in fighting Moriarty now.

Moriarty, on the other hand, wants to grab her hairpin, no matter how outrageous she is.

Professor Leonard was very embarrassed, he couldn't sit still, and he didn't know which family's child was better to protect.

In the end, Moriarty succeeded, ripping off the lily-of-the-valley hairpin, with a few strands of Ciri's hair still attached to it.

As if escaping from death, he crawled out from Ciri's powerful attack, ran to the fireplace and threw the hairpin into it.

Ciri really cried this time.

"Kids, don't fight..." Professor Leonard said dryly while wiping the sweat with one hand.

"Wow - my baby hairpin!" Ciri cried wildly.

Moriarty laughed three times, and ran over cheaply to take the opportunity to stroke her swollen belly, like a smooth-haired Angora rabbit.

"You're going to die, James!"

Ciri huddled on the ground and yelled, cursing Moriarty infinitely.

At the same time, Moriarty was unhurriedly arranging his hair.

Ciri had cried enough and found no one to help her, so she decided to hold back her tears and go home to cry for her father.

"Go on crying," he said.

Shirley wanted to speak and scold him, but his mouth was so soft that he couldn't swear.

She snorted coldly, her eyes seemed to be sparkling with water, and within a few seconds, she got up and picked up her suitcase, took out her cane from inside, took out the cane in her hand, and stretched it out. Afterwards, I rummaged through the flames of the fireplace with my walking stick.

Eventually she found her lily-of-the-valley hairpin, but it had been charred and blackened, and had lost all of its former beauty.

She flicked the hairpin in Moriarty's direction, brushing against Moriarty's shorts and scorching his thigh.

"Ciri! Damn it! You'll scar me like this!" He wailed as he hugged his leg!

"Why don't you be disfigured! I don't want to see you again! I'm yuck!" She cursed, ran out with her suitcase, and ran back to her study.

Shirley's father was suddenly woken up by the sound of the suitcase being slammed on the table, "What are you doing?"

"It's time to wake up, Dad!" she swore, "or you're going to see something annoying! Damn Moriarty!"

Mr. Bird, who had just woken up from his sleep, frowned, as if he didn't understand why her baby was so angry all of a sudden, while Shirley sat in front of her aggrievedly, blinking, suppressing the heat in her eyes.

"What's wrong my little one?"

"I can't tell! I don't want to go to class!"

"How can this work? Girls need to learn more knowledge! Besides, you are a girl from the Bird family!" Mr. Bird didn't know what happened, but thought that his daughter had lost his temper.

Shirley didn't explain, and she went back to her room without looking back.

When Mr. Bird packed up his things and went back, he saw Ciri lying on the bed with absent-minded eyes, full of despair and frustration. She asked puzzledly, "What's the matter with you, little Ciri?"

No one spoke.

After a while, there was a murmur on the bed: "I feel so tired."

Mr. Bird hummed suspiciously, and Ciri turned her green eyes with tears in her eyes. Just as she was about to ask, she sat up straight suddenly, her pupils flickering with anger: "Why should I be angry alone!"

He let out a groan, and saw Shirley walk out angrily directly, his leather shoes stomping on the ground.

Ciri opened the window, looked around, and finally saw Moriarty with a gloomy face outside his garden.

"James Moriarty!" she called.

Moriarty raised his eyebrows in surprise, and pointed his thumb out.Shirley barely held her breath, and walked out calmly. It wasn't until she faced Moriarty again that she slammed him on the shoulder twice angrily.

"I wanted to go in and look for you just now," he also held back his temper, "it's just that I was hurt by you, you see."

He pointed to Ciri's thigh, which indeed had a burnt scar.

Ciri wanted to scold him to death, but she knew that Moriarty would be tougher than her, so she just thought of another attitude, and quietly thought that if he apologized well, she might be able to forgive him, after all, the former In two days, Moriarty promised her that she would buy good things from Germany. Mycroft's things could be put off for a while, but they were worthless anyway.

"Don't look for me, you go to do your homework, your mathematical formulas are more important than mine."

Moriarty frowned strangely, and got angry because he couldn't judge what she was going to do.

"Anyway, you just think they are more important than me." Ciri couldn't control his temper, "Professor Leonard is putting up with you, doesn't he think I'm a bully? He thinks your homework is more important than me!"

Moriarty's face was gloomy: "What's the point? I just want your hairpin or touch your belly," he said angrily, "Look, you don't need your hairpin that much, you'll come right away Talk to me, why didn't you promise me back then."

Shirley was so angry that he didn't say anything, and his tone was sarcasm: "Are you kidding me? One piece of homework in exchange for my Italian orphan card? Is there such a beautiful thing? I will learn mathematics by myself in the future, and I will definitely be better than you! I Hire a more powerful professor than Professor Leonard!"

"You're such a fool, Bird," Moriarty said angrily, but immediately got the point wrong, "I'm the only one who can beat him!"

"Well, let's leave it at that," Ciri felt that his words were right. "Then why did you touch my stomach? Are you trying to be thinner than me?"

"I want to see if you're pregnant." He curled up his lips sarcastically.

Ciri was originally aggressive, but now she frowned ignorantly: "What does this have to do with pregnancy?"

Moriarty immediately got a headache and lamented that the penetration rate of sex education is too low.

"You will get pregnant with your ex-boyfriend," he said almost in a good voice, "I don't accept a girl who is pregnant at the age of 13 sitting with me to study, can you stay away from me?"

Ciri whispered with tears in her eyes, "I didn't know there was such a thing."

Moriarty frowned, and it took a while for her to realize the series of actions she had just made. He pursed his lips, but remained silent for a long time, as if thinking of a series of good words that could comfort others was like losing his mathematical logical thinking.

Ciri was really pissed off.

She thought bitterly, Hillary Bird, why did you once have a good impression of an otaku who doesn't go out, and he doesn't like you, and you like him more and more, but you are still pregnant up.

You are a bitch!

Just as Shirley's chest was heaving and inhaling, he suddenly felt a pair of nimble and slender hands reach into her palm, and stuffed her with a round thing.

It's a candy.

"What are you doing!" she said in a bad tone.

"A candy," Moriarty whispered, "is the least sweet candy I've ever picked."

Ciri's eyelashes were still stained with tears, and she stared at him suspiciously, not daring to move the candy in her palm.

"After eating, I'll tell you why you got pregnant, okay?"

Ciri was inexplicably calmed down by him. After eating the candy, her mouth immediately filled with a sour taste, but she didn't feel that bad—this sour taste was similar to the sour taste that people in high latitudes love to eat.

"Sugar improves the brain's memory." Moriarty said abruptly.

Hearing these words, Shirley stopped sucking for a moment, but after thinking about it, she swallowed again.

"Why did you eat it?" He asked, "Did you eat too much because you are pregnant? I heard them all say that."

Shirley said awkwardly, "But you gave me this candy."

Moriarty smiled, and said in a nonchalant tone, "It's over, Shirley Bird, you're really pregnant. Not only have you gained weight, but you've also become stupid."

She frowned puzzled.

"You gain weight when you're pregnant, and your belly gets bigger," Moriarty played with the ends of her hair, pointing to her belly, "Look, how much weight you've gained recently, and have you managed it?"

Shirley blinked, she didn't want to, but the things her father bought for her recently were really delicious, she couldn't stand the temptation, could it be that it was because she was pregnant?What can I do, should she tell Dad?Will Daddy hit her?

"Then will you go to your ex-boyfriend?" Moriarty said, "Even if it's pretending that you don't like him anymore, it's for the sake of the children."

Ciri was vague, "I don't know, should I tell my dad?"

"It's best not," he sighed worriedly for her, "Shirley, the parents are the most troublesome. They will reprimand you when they find out, and make you kill the child. You may die. Aren't you only 13 years old? You Want to die?"

She gave a vague ah with sugar in her mouth, and shook her head.

"It's okay for you to be direct," Moriarty laughed. "Then you can give birth to the child, and I can hide him for you. You can hide him in the back mountain and let wild animals raise him. Then you can go to the Look at him, I can still teach him knowledge, so that he will not degenerate."

"It's so beautiful." His voice carried the depression of a teenager.

His gloomy demeanor was so obvious that Ciri's doubts welled up in his heart, temporarily covering up his anger.

But Moriarty didn't want to talk anymore, he pulled Ciri into his arms, touched her belly, and said earnestly: "I won't tell anyone, it's not good for your reputation, don't worry Bar."

"But your stomach will get bigger. Before that, you can live in my house first. You can go and tell your father now, as soon as possible! You won't be able to see him for a year after that!"

"But my dad will miss me, and I will miss my dad too!"

It would be torture for Ciri not to see her father for a year.

Ciri could only guess, but in fact she didn't need to think too much. Even if her brain was rusted like an old pocket watch and didn't turn, Moriarty was still worried about her pregnancy.

"James," she said, taking Moriarty's hand, "can't you really tell my dad?"

Only then did Moriarty turn his head, his pensive blue eyes became clear: "Otherwise, do you want to die or not see your father for a year?"

Ciri shook her head seriously.

"Then you go and tell Mr. Bird now." Moriarty sighed, his voice almost faint.

Shirley actually realized that Moriarty was doing it for her own good too, she had to lie to her father and move to Moriarty's house to raise a baby!

This is so difficult!

Ciri returned to the room like a walking dead, seeming to have forgotten that there was another person beside her. He returned to her room, and she was startled when Mr. Bird touched his head.

"I thought you were going to talk to him for a long time," Mr. Bird scratched his head slowly and awkwardly, "Ciri, are you okay? It looks like you two had an argument."

Ciri looked at Mr. Bird in despair, "Dad, I seem to be pregnant!"

Mr Bird: ? !

"Who told you that?" Mr. Bird was at a loss.

"It's James, he said I'd get pregnant if I found a boyfriend!" Shirley told Mr. Bird exactly what Moriarty told her, which made Mr. Bird's face darker and darker.

"He's talking nonsense! You're not going to get pregnant!" cried Mr. Bird. "What the hell is he talking about!"

"But he seems to understand it very well! He also said that he would let me live with him for a year!" Ciri sold Moriarty instantly.

A flush of embarrassment slowly appeared on Mr. Bird's face, but the sense of powerless exhaustion came earlier than all emotions.

"Don't listen to him, Ciri! You won't get pregnant!"

"Then how did I get pregnant!" Ciri asked curiously.

He lay on the bed weakly covering his face, and said in a low and tired voice, "Shirley, if you sleep with a boy, you probably will."

Ciri didn't understand, "Is it that simple?"

Bird said nothing.

Ciri thought for a while, "I haven't slept with a boy, I won't be pregnant."

"That's for sure, Ciri. I'll have a lady come and teach you these questions tomorrow," Mr. Bird frowned. "I was negligent."

"That's James lying to me," he mocked bitterly. "I'm like a turkey waiting to be slaughtered, locked in a cage in fear, and he is sharpening his knife next to him. I don't know when I will be slaughtered. I have nothing. Place."

He didn't know how to comfort her, so he held her slightly cold palm with his hand.

Ciri's voice became louder, "Why is it like this! James bullied me and lied to me again, and he didn't tell me!"

"Then you still go to play with him?" He asked.

She stopped talking suddenly, paused, stared at her and said, "I'm angry, I hate him."

"It's not enough to hate, Ciri," he reassured, "but you can warn him so that he won't do this again."

Ciri suddenly forgot that she was depressed by pregnancy just now, she screamed, picked up a pillow from somewhere and threw it on the bed a few times.

She kicked her legs relentlessly, but Mr. Bird smiled slightly, "You can play your temper all the time, Ciri, this is your own home."

She cried and said: "I thought my child could only be raised in the mountains, and I could only visit him occasionally - a wolf child! Raised by wild animals! Like a monkey!"

"Oh," he teased her maliciously, "Have you thought so far, little Shirley? Did you give him a good name?"

Ciri glared at his father angrily, "What I said is true—but I haven't gotten better yet, and I plan to get up slowly with James in the next year."

She was furious thinking about what she had said before, and wanted to beat Moriarty again with her cane.

"Dad, I want to hire a new math teacher! I can study by myself, I don't need him, and I don't need to copy his homework!"

Mr. Bird's breathing suddenly stopped, "Are you still copying his homework?"

It was only then that Shirley realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she confessed coquettishly, "I will never dare again, Dad."

"If you don't like it, don't study it."

She hummed, hugged her father stickily and writhed twice, cheering up, "I'm going to find Moriarty now! I'm going to tell him I'm not pregnant! If he likes wolf kids! Let him Let him give birth to one of his own!"

Ignoring her father's objections, she rushed out a second time with her small cane, and sprinted down the stairs, her hair becoming more and more messy as she ran, across the garden, around Professor Leonard who had finally left work, and ran to the waiting room. He ended up in front of Moriarty.

She was full of momentum and roared.

"James Moriarty!"

"Did you agree? You don't have luggage," Moriarty looked at his watch impatiently, "but it's okay, I can buy it for you."

"go to hell!"

Her cane swung down, and Moriarty couldn't dodge it, and received a hard blow.