Boyfriend Development Program

The next day is Saturday, and it should be a rest as usual.However, things like "routines" are always broken, especially John, who is known as a "good guy" in the clinic.So, when the little girl named Amy across the office looked at him expectantly, John wriggled his lower lip, and finally nodded helplessly to accept the glorious and sacred task of "on duty on Saturday morning".

"Well," he said to himself, "the date with Mary is in the afternoon anyway."

Mary is his new girlfriend.He and she got acquainted because of Sherlock, a murder case, I have to say, sometimes it's kind of ironic to think about it.The thing is like this, on the 11th day after the Bartz incident, a woman who claimed to be Mary Morstan knocked on the door of 221b and asked to find Dr. Watson. She said that a murder happened around her, and she hoped to use John's power to solve it. Cases——as Sherlock's companion, Mary had reason to believe that the little man had some kind of talent for solving crimes.As it turns out, John did have some use, and with the attention of a detective and the British government, the incident was hardly a "murder" (John is sure that Sherlock would have pointed this out in the meanest terms if he had been there ) cracked quickly.

Of course, these are not important, what is important is that Mary claims to firmly believe that Sherlock is not a "fake". ——She is willing to believe in Sherlock, Jesus, what a lovely little girl.It was this idea that drove john to get close to mary, and he finally found someone to share his nostalgia for the only consulting detective in the world.Finally, mary became his new girlfriend.

Happy to hear the ending.But, well, John has to admit that they've had a little problem lately.His guilt, his dreams, his fantasies about Sherlock, complicated things.He didn't know how to face Mary, and he didn't know how to sort out these messy accounts—tell Mary that her boyfriend had fantasies about his roommate?And that roommate is dead?

— Oh God, this joke is not funny at all!

The noise of the children, the naughty patients, and the chaotic thoughts in my own head made up a complete Saturday morning.Despite his irritability, John managed to pull through and managed to make it to the end of the day and out of the misery.An hour later, he was standing in front of his bedroom wardrobe, getting ready for his afternoon appointment.Then, he saw that the game console he rated as "broken" had been activated by someone, and the screen was frozen on "wele" for a long time.

John froze for a moment, looked up and looked around, sure that there was no one but him.

He took another look at the console to make sure it was on.Very good, he thought for a while, smiled again, and then walked slowly to the game console on crutches.He picked up the game console, thought for a while and pressed the "OK" button, but there was no response.He pressed the arrow keys again, three times each time, back and forth, left and right, but there was still no response.Now John has no choice but to stare at the "wele" interface with wide eyes, for 1 minute, 2 minutes...

John made these actions almost subconsciously. ——In fact, because Mary is obsessed with sci-fi dramas recently, he kept instilling strange topics about various planes, spaces, and ideas to him during the date, which caused him to almost form a conditioned reflex.

After a while, there was still no change in the picture.

"Well." John breathed a sigh of relief.Shaking his head, he continued to put the game console back in place, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Obviously it wasn't manipulated by thoughts. It seems that Mary's words have affected me too much—" John's words stopped abruptly .In the next second, he widened his eyes, watching the change in front of him in disbelief: along with his voice, the game console suddenly lifted into the air in front of his eyes and burst into light instantly.The light was so intense that he had to block it with his hands.Then, he heard a voice from the game console, mechanical and rigid: "The host's request to start the game has been detected. The game is starting, please wait..."

When the light faded, John could clearly see the picture on the game console: it was no longer the "wele" interface, but a beautiful landscape picture with a beautiful woman on it.At the same time, the mechanical voice continued: "The game has started successfully. Please select the game mode from the host: [-]. Voice input. [-]. Manual input."

well, he should retract his foreword.Staring at the game console, John was silent for two or three seconds, and then thought silently in his heart. ——This "guy" may really be able to drive with thoughts.Not thoughts, at least language-driven.And John could have sworn he saw the beauty's mouth open and close, and then the game console made the aforementioned sound.And judging by the mouth shape, it fits damn well!

"Please host to select the game mode. If the host does not make a choice within three seconds, the system will adopt the default selection of 'Voice Input'."

ok, his judgment is not wrong, this fucking voice is made by the beauty in the game console!It's just that the current technology is so advanced?Even game consoles can realize mind-driven, man-machine communication? John suddenly felt that maybe he had been immersed in Sherlock's death for too long, causing him to be out of track with the whole world for decades or even hundreds of years?

"The countdown begins." The beauty in the game console ignored John's wild thoughts and started the countdown, "3, 2, 1..."

"Manual input!" John blurted out before "0".

"Confirm that the game mode is 'manual input'." The beauty paused, and she didn't know if it was John's illusion. He caught a flash of a smug smile on that dull and pretty face, " Plan "Loading..."

John wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and let out a sigh of relief. ——He didn't want Mrs. Hudson or the British government to know that he was going to be a stupid, undoubtedly weird gaming career!The next moment, he suddenly realized a question: "Wait, you just said "Boyfriend Cultivation Plan"?"

"The game is loaded." The beauty just glanced at him coldly (he could swear by Sherlock's IQ that he saw her contempt), and the voice was still mechanical, "Please host to start the game as soon as possible."

"You haven't answered me yet!" John yelled, staring at the game console, he felt that his patience was almost exhausted.And——, he looked at his watch, there was less than an hour left before his date with Mary, and God, he hadn't even changed into his go-out clothes, and even communicated with a weird game console for so long !

"For all questions, please host to explore in the game. The final interpretation of the game belongs to Hadleigh." The beauty rolled her eyes, and after prevaricating with official words, she finally chose coercive means and said in a voice , "The host please start the game as soon as possible, otherwise the game will automatically start within five seconds. 5, 4, 1... The game was forced to start successfully. Due to the forced start, the game has a deviation. Please find the specific deviation in the game. Wish the host Have fun and see you later."

...

"If I heard correctly, the countdown missed two seconds, right?" Finally, John opened his mouth and choked out such a sentence.No one answered, only the music of the game sounded.And... it can't be turned off. "Okay, okay." John muttered again, "You win."

After thinking about it, John decided to open the "Game Manual" to see if he could get some information to explain what happened today.

1. Game introduction

Due to inadvertently inhaling the law of time remaining in the space-time rift, your roommate turned back to his 12-year-old appearance under the mixing of time-space force field and time-space fragments.Although the laws of space-time distortion are unknown, the abilities he had before (including the memory of the next few years) still exist.Under certain circumstances, he can grow very fast.You, who have always admired him, chose to "develop" him into a boyfriend step by step, taking advantage of the opportunity when he was getting smaller and unable to tell others and could only seek your help.Here, you can train him completely according to your preferences, and you can also change his future life track.There is no need to doubt his growth rate, and there is no need to doubt the authenticity of all this.

The desire in your heart will be realized by me.

2. Game description

1 The plot will be triggered randomly, and the host can access it on demand.

2 The host can propose a "wish task" every week, and the development goal will be completed unconditionally.

3 The host has the ability to "enforce" once a day, that is, it can forcibly change the mind of the target to make it meet the host's wishes.

4. The main task will be forced to open, and the host must not ignore it without reason. Violators will be responsible for the consequences.

5 If the ability of the host is lower than the target of cultivation, the host will suffer backlash.

6. The main mission of the game fails, and the game ends.

3. The final interpretation right of the game belongs to Hadleigh.Any deviation caused by improper operation shall be borne by the host itself.

"... "

John squeezed the game console in his hand, staring at the "Game Introduction" with panic on his face.The fantasies about Sherlock slipped through his mind again every night, and his face couldn't help but get worse.Taking a deep breath, he told himself to calm down in his heart. He is a military doctor who came back from Afghanistan. He has experienced things big and small, so how could he be scared by a game console.Even if this matter has a strange atmosphere from beginning to end. — Maybe talk to mary about it.Of course, the premise is not to reveal that this happened to him.

Also, sherlock...

Even though he was mentally prepared, John still flinched when he saw Sherlock shrinking a circle in the picture.Because of standing on crutches for a long time, a small pain came gradually: at this moment, his knee began to ache faintly.He stabilized his figure and murmured to himself. He didn't know whether to tell "Sherlock" in the picture or tell himself: "Sherlock is dead. I will not, and will never have any illusions..."

Before the words fell, there was a knock on the door.

John put down the game console as if startled, and almost staggered to open the door while leaning on a cane.

"Dr. Watson, are you all right?" a familiar voice.

John looked up, and sure enough, he saw Mycroft standing in the doorway with his customary smirk, and... oh god, he felt dizzy for a split second.

a boy.A shrunken version of sherloes.