Boyfriend Development Program

coffee shop.

In the store, popular love songs are played shallowly, each word is vaguely babbled, and against the warm light, the babble flows directly from the ear to the bottom of the heart.There are some retro photos or jigsaw puzzles on the wall, a few unknown green plants obliquely hooked in the corner, and even some unknown emotions float in the air.

Mary lowered her head, stirring the coffee in the cup boredly with one hand, and holding a popular game console in the other hand, with her fingertips flying around, her expression focused.Short blond hair fell from her ears. She stroked it with her hand and pinned the mischievous lock of hair behind her head, but her eyes didn't move a little bit. It looked like she was very addicted to that game.

I don't know how long it took, and there was a "crash".

The sound of the glass door of the coffee shop being opened forcefully, and the sound of a man's hurried footsteps.If Sherlock was here, he would be able to tell from the footsteps that it was his good doctor John H. Watson. Unfortunately, Mary is not a great consulting detective. She didn't realize this until the footsteps got closer and she raised her head. a little.Without blushing and heart beating, she stuffed the game console into her bag calmly. She raised her head and smiled at the little man who happened to walk by her side: "John, you're here."

"It's been a long wait. For God's sake, I'm late again. I'm sorry." John sat down across from him with an embarrassed expression on his face, "I was just coming over, sher... um, it's okay, don't take it to heart. Said Really, I'm really sorry."

Mary's expression darkened, and the hand that had not been withdrawn from the bag suddenly tightened, and the sharp edge of the game console poked into the palm, causing a sharp pain.This sharp pain brought her back to consciousness, she withdrew her hand, and her face was still full of smiles: "Why, are you being held back by a female colleague after get off work?"

"Ah, no, no, it's..."

The name Sherlock was like a spell, stuck tightly in John's throat.The little man was a little helpless to find that he couldn't tell the hell that his good roommate's text message bombardment was just to get him to go back and hand him a magnifying glass, and what's more, the magnifying glass was on Sherlock's right hand side!

The scene is flashing back——

John rushed into the living room of 221b, and accurately found Sherlock, who was concentrating on the microscope, next to their dining table (oh, maybe it's more appropriate to call it an "experiment table"?): "Sherlock, what's the hurry you called me over?"

"I need a magnifying glass." Sherlock replied without looking up.

"You asked me to come all the way from work just to pass you a magnifying glass?" John could tell that he was suppressing his anger. Sherlock looked up at John, as if quite surprised why the other party was angry: "Yes."

"That damn magnifying glass is on your right hand!" John's voice was lifted up a few beats, "You can reach it with a condescension!"

"John, please roll your eyes." Sherlock looked up impatiently, "I don't have free right hand. Obviously."

"So, because one of you is not free, let me travel half of London?!"

"I'm not in a hurry anyway."

"But I'm in a hurry!"

"You're in a hurry?" Sherlock looked up at John, affirming flatly, "Of course, you're in a hurry. A date with Mary. On the premise of abandoning your roommate."

"..."

John tilted his head and looked at Sherlock who lowered his head again after saying this, pursed his lips, walked to Sherlock's side resignedly, grabbed the magnifying glass and handed it to the other side, "Magnifying glass, are you satisfied?" He was waiting His good roommate's next instructions, just like sending him across half of the city, just to send a text message, there will always be a follow-up.

All he got was an embarrassing silence, so embarrassing that John thought he had done something wrong to offend his good roommate, Sherlock suddenly looked up and looked at him quietly.What flashed through those dark green eyes, John couldn't explore, or he didn't want to explore. Sherlock quickly looked away, and for the first time put down the precious instrument in his hand, took the magnifying glass in his hand with a blank expression, and concentrated on his own experiments, just like the little man beside him did not same as existence.

"So, that's it?" John licked his parched lips, struggling to pronounce the words.

"You can go on a date." Without looking up, Sherlock paused and added, "sorry."

"Is it really all right?"

"John, I think I've made it clear enough." Sherlock stared at John suddenly, and he yelled, the lines of his handsome pale face tensed up a little scary, "Now I invite you to go on a date. Immediately! Immediately!"

John looked at Sherlock in disbelief, his lips squirmed for a while, and finally they were tightly closed. ——When things really developed according to what he said and thought, he found that he couldn't be happy at all, and his heart would only fall straight down and down again, as if there was no limit.

……

"What is it?" Mary's gentle voice awakened John from his memory.

The little man was stunned, until his girlfriend's figure was clearly reflected in his eyes, and then he fully recovered.He forced a smile, didn't have the heart to argue, and casually said: "well, female colleague, it's about the same. I mean, I was called over to help out of nowhere."

Mary's eyes darkened for a moment, and she lowered her head to hide all the emotional fluctuations.His eyes drifted unconsciously to the little man's right leg, and the next second, as if realizing something, his pupils shrank suddenly: "John, your crutch...?"

"Ah, thanks to Sherlock, I'm cured again. I won't need crutches anymore." John froze for a moment, then showed a short smile, "Mental illness, you know. Although... for God's sake Come on, the movement is a bit loud."

John naturally didn't know how gentle his eyes were at the moment reflected in Mary's eyes, no, it was something sweeter than gentleness, gently rippling in those black eyes, with a strange luster like sea waves.The luster of memories.The gloss of happiness.

"Sherlock?" The teeth accidentally bit the tip of the tongue, which made the whole mouth hurt. Mary forced a smile, "...You mean, your roommate? Isn't he dead?" Obviously, the short blonde hair in front of him The woman was already unable to put on a look of surprise.

Yes, she knew that Sherlock was not dead, the moment she saw "Seamus" who claimed to be a boy with curly hair.In other words, when John and her talked about Seamus who suddenly came to live in 221b, she had some vague guesses.That day, she successfully confirmed her guess by returning the documents that John had missed.She will never forget that when she heard the reminder from the game console, "Ding, the main storyline is triggered, and you are forced to enter the 'boyfriend's little roommate is sherlock' plot, please prepare the host", her face was unpredictable for a moment , I don't know what expression to put on!

"Jesus, of course he's not dead." John realized that until now, he hadn't told his girlfriend the fact that "Seamus is Sherlock"!Thinking about his words, he tried to explain to Mary in more concise and clear words, "The suspended animation a few months ago was just to confuse the murderer. God knows that three guns were pointed at people Sherlock cared about that day! He saved me, no doubt about it. Well, as for why he lost his memory—you know, he lost his memory, even Sherlock himself didn't know it, so I naturally..." John shrugged, changed the subject and continued, "Fortunately, he performed His ability has not degraded, of course, the ability of the mean person is still so superb, and the doctor gave him a bottle of healing medicine, and his memory and height can be recovered little by little. Well, it is the only thing to be happy about."

Speaking of this, John couldn't help showing a smile on his face.He coughed and took a sip of his coffee to cover it up.

After listening to everything quietly, Mary didn't say a word.There was a reserved and gentle smile on her face, but her eyes became silent again under the increasingly dim light.Obscure emotions are ups and downs in the mind, drifting with the tide, can't find an end, let alone resolve it.I don't know how long it took, until a mechanical voice suddenly sounded in my mind——

"Ding, the hidden plot is loading... After the loading is complete, does the host accept the main task 'Take John from Sherlock'?"

Mary hesitated for a moment, then looked up at the little man, trying to find half a trace that had nothing to do with Sherlock on the other's face, but obviously, she failed.Gritting her teeth, she held her bag tightly with her hands, sensing the irregular edges of the game console, her eyes became extremely firm at this moment, and she replied softly: "yes."

Once this life-based bet is lost, the ending will be a word of "death".Even if you know that riding a tiger is hard to get off from now on, even if you know that the probability of losing is far greater than the chance of winning, you can only struggle hard.It's not that he didn't think about leaving John and leaving London, but he couldn't escape after all.No, ever since she got the game console from that person that day, she knew that sooner or later she was doomed to face a gamble, either this one or other similar tasks, anyway, there was always one on the left and right.

"Huh? Did you say anything just now?" John looked at Mary suspiciously.

"Just talking to myself."

Mary smiled, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes.