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

The person Qinghe was very familiar with, the sudden appearance of that figure made her eyes go dark.

numb.

Long windbreaker and slightly curly black short hair, fair complexion.

At the moment when she could barely see the man's attire, she turned her head quickly, trying to bury herself in a deeper shadow - don't ask why she didn't look at the man's face, it was just because... she was already familiar with it To a certain extent, there is no need to look at the face specifically, but the appearance of the other party can be quickly sensed only through details such as the sound of footsteps.

Oh, God--

Qinghe heard the voice of his own heart say this.

She was not very agile in her legs and feet, but now she is even more afraid to move.

He even stretched out his hand reflexively, and gently and tightly grasped the cuff of Harry Osborn's suit that was closer to her with his fingers.Her fingers touched the buttons of the other's well-cut cuffs, which were made of jade, and felt a little cold to the touch now.

Laughing to death, she felt like she was going to be cold too.

This action made Harry glance at the girl next to him. He didn't seem to understand why she did this all of a sudden - she had resisted him before, hadn't she?

But, no matter what, what finally fell into Qing He's eyes was that the handsome young man next to him once again showed that kind of very youthful and fragile smile like a glass bottle.

Of course, Harry also saw the person standing at the end of the corridor, but his eyes were indifferent and slightly hostile, and he just glanced away before turning back to the black-haired girl who was close at hand.

He deliberately moved a little closer, leaned over her ear and asked, "Why... Do you want to accept it?"

"Huh?" Qinghe didn't know what happened.

"Are you going to accept me?" Harry continued to ask, still unwilling to give up.

"I know, you need me right now."

Harry added that this made Qinghe feel confused, maybe Harry didn't really care at this moment whether she was the girl in the red dress who would get into that beautiful Ferrari California late at night, he just …He just desperately wants to grab something, Harry is like a child standing in front of a claw machine full of toys, he puts coins, so he is eager to grab something, wants to have a real toys.

To fill, this phantom in his heart.

And the way this boy is desperate to grab something is to ask this "do you want to accept me" question.

Given that she has a relatively deep understanding of the character of Norman Osborn's only son, Qinghe doesn't feel that she can really say "I don't want".

Other situations are not listed for the time being, but like this situation, Harry asked you whether to accept it, which means that there are only two choices——

accepted, or forced to accept.

After all, someone is the super-helpful Mr. Spider-Man from Queens, someone is a famous London detective who solves the case and restores the truth, and someone is the dark knight who silently guards the crumbling Gotham... And he- Just Harry Osborn.

He could have been a nice guy, or at least pretended to be a nice guy.

……

Qinghe thought of something, and also lowered his voice, "It's not impossible for me to accept you..."

Because the two were so close, she could clearly watch the expression on Harry's face change as a result of her well-timed turn.

I don't like men, I like Oreos, hey, it's just for fun.

"But I'm not a good person." Qinghe said again in a second, "I've had a lot of relationship experiences, I have a truckload of ex-boyfriends, I cheated and ran away, I bet there is no one worse than me in the world I'm a woman. So... can you accept me like this?"

Heh, she didn't believe that anyone would accept such a person as a partner.

"Bad woman——" Harry savored the word carefully, and contrary to Qing He's imagination, he suddenly became interested, "How bad is it?"

"Super Invincible Bad."

"May I try?" Harry lowered his voice, the words were full of ambiguity.

"What I mean is that you don't need to be so anxious, we can start as friends first. How can there be love at first sight in this world?" Qinghe was speechless, why they just couldn't understand what she meant?

I really don't understand, or I don't understand.

"Then I'm much worse than you." Harry's somewhat condescending looking down expression carried a hint of teasing.However, even at this moment, Qinghe, who is known for her beauty, still can't help thinking in private: He is really beautiful, like a beautiful disaster.

"You are too incompetent to be a bad woman." The brunette man said again, "Facing other people's confession, at this time, you should not say "We can start with friends", but /beat/one /gun/ Right? "

The second half of his sentence was like thunder on the ground, which really made Qinghe blow up.She didn't know he would say that!

"Mr. Osborne, please, put on some clothes." Qing He replied weakly.

"As for what you said-it will be next time. Can you spare me this time? I'm really, tired." She felt that she had detached herself.

"Just kidding." Harry saw the obvious tiredness on her face, as if to soothe the girl's tired heart, his tone became lighter, "I just want to hear you say, you need me."

Because I need you, I also want to be needed by you.

"Since you need me," Harry's voice suddenly became much louder. There were only three people here, so it was self-evident who he was speaking to.

"I'll be by your side."

He stroked Qinghe's hand that was clutching his cuff.

Then in the next second, his big hand wrapped around this small hand.

"I, I can still walk now—" Qinghe saw Harry's intentions, and stopped him before he could move, "I don't need you to memorize it for now, thank you."

"Really?" Harry felt a little displeased at her sudden refusal, and he frowned, but finally relented.

"Okay, tell me if you can't hold on anymore, little rookie."

There was nothing wrong with hearing this at first, but the nickname that was suddenly added at the end of Harry's words fell into the ears of the dark-haired girl, and she frowned.

Small vegetable chicken?

???

"Could you stop giving me weird nicknames all the time!"

"Why not?" Harry asked back, and then he added very badass, "I'm a good student, I'm just stating the facts."

"Besides——" his playful and playful tone suddenly softened, and was replaced by a seriousness, "I'll just play this one time."

Qinghe felt guilty.It's all because of the sudden overlap of the world lines, and her memories are all merged, it's a rhythm that must be memorized!

Harry likes to name her very much, that's right, it's just that there is more or less a taste of 300 taels of silver in this place when she says it now.

After all, she had just denied Harry's speculation before.

Damn it, has she reduced to the miserable situation where she has to use a notebook to take notes to classify the plot?

Always reading the file will break her spirit!

Tears.

"That's because you have a bad memory, and you had it before!" Qing He said stiffly.

"Impossible." Harry denied, and then he said lightly, "Unless you..."

Qinghe's whole heart was lifted because of his few words, and she was afraid of hearing some explosive words from Harry's mouth.

But that's the way Harry is, and he likes to talk half-heartedly.

He stopped talking.

"Tsk."

Qinghe really wanted to give him a lump.

"I know what you want to do." Harry looked at the girl's hand in his arm at the moment, and smiled, "Be nice to me."

"I'm the only one you can rely on now."

So narcissistic!

Qing He frowned, but she really couldn't run now.

But I have to say that Harry is still very conscientious, at least Qinghe can safely shift the weight of his entire body to his side.

Soon came the corner.

Qinghe saw the swimming pool outside which brought her bad memories again.

It's just that the previous students have left, and the swimming pool is now empty.

Harry's car was not parked at the entrance of the swimming pool, but somewhere else, so he was going to pick up the car now.

"Want to come with me?"

Facing Harry's face, Qinghe naturally saw some inquiries from his good-looking eyes.

He obviously wanted her to go with him instead of just standing here and waiting.

But Qinghe shook her head, she pointed to her legs again, her hands were straight up, her palms were spread out, palms up for a few seconds, she shrugged and signaled Harry to hurry up, and here she was Just wait.

"You go, don't worry, I will wait for you here."

"Really?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Of course, I don't like liars."

Silently watching Harry's figure go away, Qinghe didn't feel relieved, because there is another person here who hasn't left yet!

And is……

"...Hello." The corridor is not wide, nor is it narrow. How could she not see a man as big as the detective?

What's more...they already know each other.It is obviously absolutely impossible to pretend to be invisible. Qinghe still remembers the nonsense that Sherlock said last time when he met!

So Qinghe said hello.

Qinghe lowered her head slightly, so that the brim of her hat just blocked some of her vision, so she couldn't see the expression on Sherlock's face clearly.

"Hello." After a while, she heard Sherlock answer her in the same way.

"Looks like you're having a bad day."

"It's okay, it's just that something happened suddenly." Qing He responded to him, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Sherlock's tone is very flat and calm, and in Qinghe's view, his current attitude is very ordinary - Sherlock basically has this kind of attitude towards everyone.

"you have boyfriend?"

After Qinghe finished speaking, the atmosphere froze for a moment due to the silence between the two sides, and then Sherlock spoke again.

In fact, Sherlock is kind of nonsense in a way-especially when no reasoning is required.

He is a person who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and his innocent and childish side will only be shown unscrupulously in front of the closest people.

"Boyfriend" and words like it have all become /sensitive/sensitive/words in Qinghe's mind since I don't know when.Therefore, the moment she heard Sherlock's words, Qinghe's eyes suddenly withdrew from a distance, and the free state disappeared, and she looked straight at Mr. Detective.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, "So sensitive/sensitive/what to do. Could it be..."

His originally slightly leisurely words in spite of his coldness suddenly stopped inappropriately.What a joke, how can a rare person like Sherlock Holmes, who is so rare in the world, not see through the most instinctive and primitive reactions of others, what kind of answer is revealed?

And this answer, this answer in his imagination, is inevitably leading the melting atmosphere back to freezing point again.

— that was not the answer he would have given.

Sherlock's heart, after a long time, felt the sadness of extreme loss again.

But he originally thought that as long as he kept a distance from people and maintained a distant and formal relationship, he would not be hurt by changes in his relationship network.

But the famous detective who has always been heroic will always act as if he is an invulnerable giant with an iron will.Sherlock was not willing to show such fragile emotions, so he snorted coldly and said mercilessly, "Your eyesight is really not ordinary."

"I am an antisocial personality with a high IQ. I have a good skin and love others. Why don't you fall in love with me?"