Boyfriend Development Program

"boom!"

John was woken up by a loud noise.

The little man rubbed his eyes, stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while, felt the silence around (oh, except for some loud noises outside), and smiled dazedly, thinking that he was dreaming of the cannons in Afghanistan again.Glancing at the alarm clock, it was ticking toward six.Looking sideways again, it was already bright morning outside the window, he squinted his eyes and looked at the slightly glaring sunlight for a while, his splitting headache clearly showed the quality of sleep last night.

There were still two hours before going to work, and after turning over, John decided to sleep for a while.

"Boom! Bang!"

Before the little man fell into a deep sleep again, the huge sound exploded in his ears again, followed by a wave of shaking, and he even felt his bed shake with the sound! John's only drowsiness was also shaken by the loud noise. He sat up from the bed, stared straight at the downstairs, and wondered in his heart: Jesus is above, this sound is coming from below!

After the sound rang twice, it fell silent again, which made John hesitate again whether he should go down to see what happened, after all, it was common for his good roommate to make such big movements in experiments before.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"

Immediately afterwards, several loud noises broke all the silence, and John could even feel his bed being moved a few centimeters!

--earthquake?shooting?explode?Oh my god, sherlock is still on the second floor!

Suddenly realizing this, John didn't hesitate any longer, and unreservedly showed us the resolute action of a veteran: he jumped up from the bed, put on his slippers, and took three steps in parallel. The speed of the [-]-meter sprint slipped from the third floor to the second floor!

As soon as he rushed to the door of the living room, John felt the hostility from his good roommate: Sherlock was wearing a wine-red silk pajamas, sitting lazily on his exclusive sofa, holding a cup of what looked like coffee, and was sipping To the lips to drink slowly.

"Good morning, John." Sherlock raised his head at the same time John appeared, raised his cup to the little man, and forced a smirk on his pale and handsome face, "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

... Is it raining red in the sky? His (bu) dear (shi) but (lao) respectful (zuo) good roommate would actually make coffee for himself and ask him if he would like a cup?Or is the sherlock in front of me not a sherlock, but an alien product?

In response to this strange phenomenon, John unreservedly expressed 120 points of shock, and at the same time secretly started conspiracy theories in his heart.However, soon, when his eyes moved to behind Sherlock, all the surprise turned into horror: there was a big hole in the wall of their living room, and layers of stones were falling down at this moment. Sediment!He could even feel the cold northwestern wind blowing in through the broken hole in the early morning of mid-November! --For God's sake!

"Ohmygod, sherlock, are you okay!" Even though he knew that the curly-haired boy could sit and drink tea leisurely, it didn't look like something was wrong, John still rushed, snatched the mug from someone's mouth, and went up Check it up and down.

No injuries here.

There are no wounds here either.

It also looks intact here.

……

Good, Sherlock wasn't hurt.

John let out a long breath, facing Sherlock's teasing eyes that were so strong that they almost made him invisible, touched his nose embarrassingly, and gave a fake cough: "Well, there is no injury, um, it's good."

"Of course there is no injury." Sherlock cooperated with John to complete the inspection, with a rather impatient expression, "Since the injury will make things more complicated, I ruled out this kind of trouble at the beginning of the plan."

"Plan?" John suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart, "...what do you mean?"

"Explosion." Sherlock pointed to the pitiful wall with a big hole, and announced triumphantly, his gray-green eyes became thin, bright and transparent even under the influence of the light, full of mischief "It's all in my plan. Including your reaction, oh, and the effect I want to achieve. Of course." The curly-haired boy's eyes slipped around the little man, and finally landed on him empty On his right hand, he pursed his lips and showed a satisfied smile, and his high cheekbones flushed sickly because of being too excited, "John, I proved once again that your lameness is caused by psychological factors. Again."

"Fuck your plan! Fuck you again! Damn, do you know what I... what?" John's face, which was a little stiff due to anger, seemed to be thrown a bucket of cold water when he heard the last sentence Similarly, the anger value suddenly froze, "Lame?!" The little man subconsciously lowered his head to look at his right hand, and there was no shadow of a crutch!It naturally came to mind that two years ago, Sherlock also designed so silently to make him throw away his crutches, and he had mixed feelings in his heart for a while.He raised his head, his eyes met the curly-haired boy's now light green pupils, and there was already a hint of wavering in his voice: "You... Lord Jesus, you planned all this just to make me lose my crutches, um? "His hand crossed the curly-haired boy's shoulder, pointing to the wall where the north wind was blowing.

"Obviously." Sherlock shrugged, and fell vertically backward with a "bang", landing heavily on his couch, drawing a graceful arc in the air, "You need heavy medicine. This is useful. It turned out It's obvious."

For his lame...

John opened his mouth and was about to say something when he was staggered by the gust of wind around him.He took a closer look, and it turned out that his little old lady came back from the outside, and after seeing her for a while, her house was about to be demolished.Sure enough, before Mrs. Hudson stood still, a series of accusations came over his face: "youngman! I rented the house to you, not for you to demolish it! I will definitely calculate the loss carefully, and spend every penny and cent Add it to your rent!"

"Mrs.hudson, I need a glass of milk." Sherlock, who had been in a corpse-like state during Mrs.hudson's babbling, spit out his request. Obviously, he ignored the reprimand of the little old lady as always , "Put two spoonfuls of sugar."

"Youngman! I'm your landlord, not the housekeeper!" Mrs. Hudson also smiled, and his momentum was like a balloon being punctured, "Just this one time." She said, and walked downstairs.

"Oh, give me a cup too." John pursed his lips, and tilted his head to ask the little old lady beside him, which seemed to add fuel to the fire, "Of course, add a few more koji Cookies would be better. If there were cookies."

"Again, I'm not your butler!"

The old lady who had already reached the stairs turned her head and added something solemnly—half scolding, half pampering. John shrugged, walked to his own sofa and sat down.As for Sherlock, he was just curled up on the sofa from the beginning to the end, with his body turned inward, exposing the back of his head to John.

"So, it's planned." John pursed his lips and looked at the curly-haired boy for a while, before breaking the silence.And Sherlock only uttered a short syllable from his nasal cavity in response to his words. John paused, leaned forward involuntarily, and asked the question lingering in his heart: "...with whom?"

The next second, he saw his good roommate finally raised his head from the sofa, and turned to look at him hesitantly: "Jack."

"jabsp;harkness?"

"Is there a problem?" Sherlock asked strangely.In exchange for John's short laugh: "No."

--lie.obvious.Just a reason?

Sherlock raised his eyes and glanced at John, then turned his head away quickly, and then, somehow, turned his head to look at the little man again. "Conditional." He squirmed his lips and muttered, under the almost naked sadness of the little man, he couldn't help explaining, his lowered voice seemed vague and damn... sexy,—at least For John, "In exchange for the doctor's information. Jack is very interested in the doctor. Interested in 'that' you think. If you want to know."

... Sherlock is explaining?

John's eyes widened in surprise for a moment, he licked his lower lip, and hesitated for a moment: "Well, you are... If I heard correctly, explain?"

Hearing this, Sherlock rubbed his curly black hair violently, glanced at John contemptuously, gritted his teeth and spit out a few syllables: "pe op le (people)!"

——It turned out to be true!

John suddenly felt that he didn't know his roommate who lived with him for more than two years: his roommate couldn't explain it!This is definitely an alien product!And, it's shameful to be cute!

"Put down the ridiculous expression on your face." Sherlock obviously looked even more dismissive at the little man, "I don't know what your funny little head is thinking right now!"

"Aren't you a great consulting detective?" John coughed, "Hey, let's play it?"

John lowered his brows and eyes, suppressing the subtle emotions that surged up in his heart after the shock: can't, can't, shouldn't... However, the feeling called "joy" betrayed his reason, and it only took a short In a blink of an eye, he occupied his whole body and mind, and even his brows and eyes showed some faint—but clearly detectable—traces.

The little man leaned back helplessly, and put his weight on the sofa, trying to curl up so that the sharp detective would not notice.Facts have proved that, as he thought, all this is in vain.The unique detective in the world only glanced at him, and immediately understood what he was thinking. cold snort.

"Ding dong."

SMS ringtones.

Sherlock was lying on the sofa, looking straight at John: "John, text message."

"Damn it, it's on your couch! Why don't you do it yourself?"

"I'm busy thinking."

"..."

John paused, opened his mouth, and finally got up resignedly, walked around to Sherlock's side, and was about to take out the phone from under the other's body, but Sherlock grabbed his right hand suddenly.He was startled, and was about to roar, but unexpectedly, the curly-haired boy pulled suddenly, and John was caught off guard and fell straight down!The alertness acquired in Afghanistan made him grab the edge of the sofa suddenly, and then he stabilized himself: "Sherlock, you fucking want to—"

"john." Sherlock's gray-green eyes caught the eyes of the little man, and the eyes shone with a strange luster, like an unreachable, charming and bewitching green pool, which swooned away round and round Soul-devouring charm. John suddenly discovered that at some point, the distance between the two of them was so close that he could clearly feel the numbness of Sherlock's breath on his face, which penetrated into the bone marrow, "bay (back to my The world. Totally.)”

No one can resist this charm, no one.

Soon, John lost his voice and lost his mind in this charm, but Sherlock's charm showed no sign of stopping: "please."

John knew that he had never been able to ignore Sherlock's request, let alone this time his good roommate's voice was deeper and more solemn, even with a trace of clear and identifiable pleading.

The little man shuddered for a moment, and the next second he closed his eyes, hearing his own promise in despair, as if he was about to carry out the exclusive imprint of his entire life: "oh, god, yes."