[Zhongyingmei] She has a very bad temper in Kuaichuan

Ever since she had the newly bought book, Cecilia forgot that her goal was Sherlock, and she also forgot her path to e-sports.

She can read this book for a whole day just lying on the sofa with her arms in her arms. She reads very slowly, and appreciates every story with her heart.

However, no matter how long the book is, there will be a day when it is finished.

These days Sherlock is busy investigating cases, and sometimes she is forced to go with her, although her job is just to hand him a magnifying glass and tweezers, which is not really useful anyway.

So why on earth did she have to go?

It's just that she can't say no to Sherlock, and she will be blown up every time, so she finally gave up resisting that demon. Anyway, she can't say no, and she dare not fight.

After reading the book, she was very bored, and she didn't want to read new books for a short time. Of course, she also temporarily lost interest in games.

Impressed that life, perhaps it should be, how boring life is.

And Sherlock seems to have solved the case, and is currently in the stage of waiting for a new case.

Sherlock, who had nothing to do, was lying on the sofa and injecting drugs, with his hands folded on his chest, silent.

Chessia on the other sofa turned into a black penis, disassembled and reinstalled it boredly, reinstalled and disassembled it, and repeated the process.

Neither of them spoke, maintaining an eerie silence.

then.

boom--!

Cecilia loaded the gun with a quick reaction, pressing her finger on the trigger.

boom--!

Seeing that Sherlock was shooting, Cecilia, who had a false alarm, put down the gun and gritted her teeth, "Sir, please restrain your unrestrained heart."

boom--!

boom--!

Completely ignoring what she said, she fired the gun on her own, and she was so close that she could smell the smell of gunpowder smoke, which she missed to death.

Sherlock started injecting again, with no expression on his face, "Your description of the word unrestrained is a bit distorted."

"I mean, angry."

"The IQ of the teacher who teaches you vocabulary should not be much higher than yours."

"But I don't have a teacher."

"Self-study? My conclusion still stands."

Cecilia: Oh, you are the only one who is amazing, you are awesome, I... Forget it.

Cecilia: Calm down, stay calm, learn to love, don't talk to Sherlock.

Can this task be done without speaking?

A mute also has his spring, why don't she stop talking to him in the future.

Bad-tempered Sissy's first rule, don't talk to Sherlock.

The second rule of bad-tempered Sissy, there is no force majeure to follow the first rule.

Bad-tempered Sissy's rule is the third, and the first two are the main ones.

I don't know if the gods like to set a flag for themselves. In short, these three rules only lasted for half an hour before breaking after eating.

The reason is that Sherlock is playing the violin.

There is no doubt that Sherlock's musical attainments are high, but when he doesn't have a case, he plays the violin, and God bless the poor man who listens to him play the violin.

Cecilia held his hand to stop him from making any further noise, although it was likely that the neighbors had already called the police.

Although she had been a mercenary for many years, her palms did not have any calluses, and the skin on her palms was as tender as if she had never done anything.

But judging from her familiarity with guns and sharp blades and most weapons, she definitely has more than 20 years of mercenary experience, but judging by her age, this conclusion is self-defeating.

A woman with countless doubts about her body.

He looked up at her. Although he was looking up, his neither humble nor overbearing appearance made him look sharp and cold.

"You can't judge the artistic value based on your experience."

He was not mocking her, but an objective fact.

From her reading of O. Henry's collection of short stories, it can be seen that she is not good at art.

Cecilia smiled disdainfully, "I can also play the violin."

Sherlock: "...all ears."

She took the violin, put it on her shoulders, tilted her head slightly, rested her chin on the violin, held a ponytail bow in one hand, and put the middle part of the bow on the violin. She tried the tone, and the simplicity and elegance made people happy.

Then, one note after another jumped on the piano, the perfect rhythm, aggressive and soft, she grasped it very well, full of tension.

Even Sherlock has to admit that even some famous violinists may not be able to reach this level of depth.

It is not purely technical, but expresses her emotions vividly, which is the rarest thing in the art world.

"As I said, I can play the violin."

This is not just the level of knowing, this level is probably much deeper than knowing.

This is even more contradictory. She should not have any interest in this. After all, even the first book is a book recommended by the clerk at will, so it is impossible to really take the time to study this.

Lost in deep thought, Sherlock once again ignored the black-haired beauty in front of him.

Cecilia:? ? ?I was ignored?