Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

The next few days were uneventful——

From Qinghe's point of view, she and Sherlock's life and rest are completely different, and there is no such thing as living under the same roof without looking up and seeing down. On the contrary, Qinghe has never seen even a single shadow of him in the past few days—— Mrs. Hudson put it this way: "Oh, Sherlock? Who knows where he's gone?"

The next thing the old lady said in her candy-sweet voice must have been, "Honey, can you help me get that eyeball out of the dishwasher? It's over—!"

Qinghe really wanted to take out that cloudy eyeball to stop the chattering of the good landlord Mrs. Hudson, but every time at this time, the latter couldn't say a few words, and he could always bypass the eyeball perfectly. The topic of mysterious eyeballs.

"Honey, have you been here before?"

Qinghe could only smile politely yet awkwardly, "Maybe my face is too popular, so you may meet people who are somewhat similar to me."

Girls really wondered if they would be face-blind to all black-haired, black-eyed, juvenile-looking girls.At this time, she would just find an excuse to walk away and go back to her room silently.

And then, silently praying that the elusive Sherlock would quickly get rid of the eyeballs in Mrs. Hudson's dishwasher so she wouldn't miss them every day.

Fortunately, Qinghe still has other things that can be used to pass the time.

In this world, she is not some wealthy, arrogant and indulgent young lady, but just an ordinary foreign student.Therefore, Qinghe still has to do odd jobs in his spare time to pay for his daily expenses.

When she was walking on the road, it was not that there were scouts throwing olive branches at her.

She turned them all down, though—perhaps the spotlight would intensify the emanation of what she calls the glamourous magic.

Having one "suitor" is already quite a headache, let alone adding a few more to this short list.

It's still the same sentence, so it's okay?

But the manager of the coffee shop is very satisfied with her, because with Qinghe as a waitress, more people come to line up to buy coffee every morning.

The aesthetics of human beings are common, as long as you look good, it doesn't matter what style you are.

"Thank you, welcome to visit next time." Qinghe stood in front of the cash register and gave change to the last customer in the afternoon.

A few metal coins engraved with English roses lay obediently in the girl's tender palm, and even her wrist was exposed with her movements, which was dazzlingly white.

As expected, the customer couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

Although it is true that most of the people here are Caucasians, it is rare to see girls with overly delicate skin like Qinghe.

So lovely.He said this sincerely in his heart.

The male high school student blushed very rarely and walked away.

……

Qinghe exhaled slightly, stood in place and stared at the door of the coffee shop again, making sure that there was no one there, then turned and walked into the work room, and changed the uniform of the waiter.

This world is really peaceful, just like the surface of Lake Baikal reflects all the fireworks in the world.

Qinghe didn't have much time to work, and today he only needed her for the whole afternoon.Now it's finally time to get off work.

Qinghe's cell phone vibrated suddenly, she quickly took it out of her pocket, and the interface that had not been unlocked lit up, and two messages were displayed on it.

[Are you free the day after tomorrow?watch a movie together]

【I thought you would remember the way home, little goldfish. 】

The first line was followed by several love hearts of different colors, and Qinghe didn't want to reply at all—although she was used to her peculiar physique, why did people with girlfriends come to her again and again?You know, school has only started for less than a week now!

The world is confused.

Calm and sleepy, he swipe left with his finger to delete the message.

Out of sight is pure.

The second one seems to have no careful thoughts at all, but Qinghe can taste a kind of disgust.For the inexplicable name of little goldfish like a little bird, Qinghe completely understood this as Sherlock himself's denial of his memory function within the normal range.

After all, the oolong they made when they met for the first time has appeared very frequently in the few conversations between the two of them so far.

But having said that, she really doesn't know why a person like Sherlock, who is elusive, sent her a message today to tell her to go home quickly!

It feels like the two of them are very familiar...

It may be scumbag to say this, but Qinghe feels that the distance between them is still very far.

The black-haired girl stared at this message for dozens of seconds, and finally decided to repeat the treatment of the previous message, and swipe left to delete it, all in one go.

Because I don't know how to reply, so I won't reply.

But the second after she deleted this message, a new message popped up.

[You must be reading what I said now. 】

?

Pretty cool?

Although she felt that this sentence might just be Sherlock's nonsense, she still had a guilty conscience of being seen through.

So the girl had no choice but to unlock the screen, and sent him a message: [You are so smart :)]

The other party replied almost in seconds: [It seems that you are still very accurate. 】

Tut tut, conceited as always.

[Family advice, stay away from the poor boy who often goes to the coffee shop to buy coffee but actually wants to see you. 】

This message appeared in Qinghe's field of vision, which made her twitch the corners of her lips. She stopped on the street and flicked her fingertips on the phone keyboard deftly: [What is family advice? 】

After she clicked send, she added a sentence: [You don't want to be my father, do you? 】

Qinghe thought about it, she felt that Sherlock said this prefix just to take advantage of her!

The message she sent was quickly shown as read, but Sherlock's text message didn't pop up as quickly as she expected.

On the contrary, it was stagnant for a minute or two. Qinghe became interested, silently staring at the top of the message bar to hide Sherlock's phone number, and began to display "the other party is typing".

He replied: [Your IQ does not quite match. 】

qaq

Qinghe really thinks that this guy Sherlock will definitely not find a girlfriend.She wanted to just send a goodbye and end the conversation.

But just when her finger was about to press the enter key to send, the girl suddenly thought of something else——

How did this guy Sherlock know who she met while working at the coffee shop?

There are also poor boys and so on... Well, Qinghe has indeed encountered the familiar faces that he often sees recently.The average male high school student really doesn't have much money.

Qinghe thought about it, deleted the previous content, and said instead: [How do you know the customers of the coffee shop?Did you come to buy coffee too? 】

【I'm afraid you'll be cheated. ] Sherlock didn't answer her question.

Just kidding, of course he wouldn't say that he went to see it on purpose.

[I think that person is very nice, very polite, and pretty good-looking. 】Qinghe tried hard to recall the faces of today's male high school students in his mind.

【What's so good about him?You young girls are nothing but superficial creatures who value skin. 】

【You will regret saying that today!so what?I'll see him tomorrow anyway.I'm going to be going to be going to. 】 Facing Sherlock's extremely conceited words, Qinghe was not very angry, but she just got into a fight with Sherlock.

Through the mobile phone screen, people will always have a very real and strong illusion.

That is - miscalculated the combat power between the two.

If it was face to face, Qinghe would not dare to say that.

To be honest, she was a little nervous looking at Sherlock, as if she would be seen through by him.

【Whatever】

In the end, Sherlock sent her a message that it doesn't matter, which made Qinghe couldn't help but wonder if Sherlock was mad.

Imagine him being angry...

Really, it's quite exciting.

The non-existent male high school students are not the point, they just make Sherlock unhappy, so she's still... a little excited.

The more indifferent a person appears on the surface, the greater the contrast will be when he shows the opposite side of this trait.

At this point, the black-haired girl felt that her mission seemed to have been achieved, she put the phone back into her pocket, walked a few steps silently, and arrived under a street light.

Then her phone vibrated again.

Qinghe didn't set any cell phone ringtones, she was the same as Sherlock in this respect - she didn't like to make phone calls either.

The girl took out her mobile phone, only to realize that it was a missed call.

There was no remark on it, but the prefix of that string of numbers was the same as Sherlock's, so she thought it was Sherlock who suddenly called her abnormally——

But Sherlock looked abnormal.

"Hello, Sherlock—?" Qinghe said the name without thinking, and it wasn't until the person on the other end of the phone spoke that she recovered a little.

"Hello, is this Miss Chen?"

This strange man spoke quite politely, so Qinghe hummed.

But what happened next was a bit beyond Qinghe's imagination.

The person on the other end of the phone actually said her name, ID number and a series of private information in this world without saying a word.

No... Qinghe was really confused.

She has only been in this world for a few days, and she still hasn't figured it out. This really makes her not know how to answer the question.

What's more, the next sentence of the person opposite is: "You owe//loan/ and haven't paid it back, which will affect your /request/credit."

?

World consciousness owes money behind my back?

Qinghe frowned, but she didn't answer the conversation, but was thinking about what to say next, after all, she had no money.

Being poor is not terrible, what is terrible is that the poor are me.

She suddenly thought of something and smiled knowingly: "Are you sure?"

The other party quickly said yes.

The next second, Qinghe changed his tone, "Since you know my ID number, you must also know that I am actually a single mother, right?"

The black-haired girl's tone was very light and low, sounding indescribably sad.

As soon as the words came out, the person opposite did not reply.Maybe he was also a little suffocated, and he didn't expect to meet such a person.

Even if he couldn't see his face through the phone line, Qinghe could completely imagine the quake in the pupils of the other party.

"Hmm, um..." The other party managed to stabilize his mentality, "Aren't you 19 years old?"

What you want is your words.

Qinghe took advantage of the victory to pursue: "What's wrong with being 19 years old? I'm a girl who lost her footing, and my son is five years old! To tell you the truth, I'm / selling / blood / for him to study, and I can't afford to eat even if I'm poor. It stopped due to arrears. I guess the next step is to sell Luan. Huh, you know that there is a securities building opposite to where I am standing right now? Do you want me to pay back the money? If I am in a hurry, I will run to that rooftop Jumping off a building, the worst thing is to die, once it’s over, forget it..."

After Qinghe finished the series of words, the other party fell into a long silence.

No, isn't he just trying to cheat?Why now, he actually...

Actually developed a little compassion for Qinghe?

Just looking at these words, you can't believe even one of them.But when she said it through her mouth, he, a habitual fraudster, was almost in tears, as if it was true.

However, he regained some of his rationality: "Then who is that Sherlock you mentioned at the beginning?"

Qinghele.

She said very seriously: "It's him!"

"It's him, the liar in love!" Qinghe realized that he must be an actor this time, and he spoke such nonsense very smoothly, "Cheated my feelings away, and made my stomach bigger, I tell you, you beat him Call him to ask him to pay back the money, and if he doesn’t pay back the money, I will sue him.”

It was very hard for Qing He to hold back her laughter, as long as she thought of Sherlock getting a scam call, she felt very embarrassed.

After all, this is how world consciousness describes Sherlock Holmes—

[Brilliant and extremely conceited, people feel a little arrogant, and his words are a bit sharp. 】

"I will definitely seek justice for you!" The liar's tone was filled with righteous indignation, and Qing He hurriedly murmured.

"Then... wish you a happy life?" The liar was speechless, and it took him a long time to say this.

"Thank you, you too." Qinghe said this sincerely, after all, isn't it courting death to deceive Sherlock?I can only buy standing tickets overnight.

She first lighted the wax for this person silently in her heart, and then without the bondage of the phone, she laughed even louder.

The girl tasted the conversation just now again and again, and felt that her performance was really good!If only I could be so natural in front of that guy Sherlock!

"Can't you see that you're quite capable?"

Suddenly, a voice suddenly came from behind the girl.The other party even patted her on the shoulder.

Qing He brushed the man's hand away nonchalantly: "That's right, I'm the next Oscar winner——"

Wait a moment.

Ok? !

The girl glanced out of the corner of her eye, and happened to meet Sherlock's slightly narrow blue-green eyes.

ah this? !

He actually smiled, "Your thinking is quite divergent."

"Thank you, thank you for the compliment?" Qinghe raised her heart in her throat, and she just felt dark in front of her eyes. Is this kind of skill that will be caught if you say bad things, is it available in every world?

Obviously Sherlock is smiling now, but she always feels that she will GG in the next second.

"I don't want to be angry when others are angry. When I get sick, there is no one to replace me. *" Qinghe decided to save her.

"But I really want to know, where did the five-year-old son come from?" Sherlock's expression was subtle, every time he said a word, Qinghe's face turned red.

"—Single, dear, mother, mother?"

Qinghe backed away frantically, and they all retreated to the side of the streetlight.

And at this moment, Sherlock's cell phone rang terribly.