Boyfriend Development Program

Hannibal is right, consoles are here again.

On his way back that day.

Standing at the door of 221b, the sun broke through the haze that had been gloomy all day, and fell directly on him. John subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the sky, feeling the warm light falling on his face, he couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.Then, he heard the mechanical voice: Ding, the game story is loading, the story of "I can see Sherlock playing dead every day when I go home" has finished loading.The plot mission will be triggered at an appropriate time, and the host is asked to make the most suitable choice.

"... "

John paused for a moment, then looked left and right again, making sure that there was no trace of the game console within a few meters of him, and after the sound no longer appeared, he smiled helplessly and walked into 221b.

As a result, as soon as he stepped into the living room, he found Seamus lying on the ground covered in blood, his eyes were closed, his cheeks were too pale, and even his curly short hair seemed to have lost its luster. John was so frightened that he didn't even care about the crutch in his hand, and staggered to the boy's side in three steps at a time.He swore that his hands trembled terribly at that time, and his lips trembled into balls—obviously, the boy's state reminded him of his good roommate, who fell to the ground in front of him, and it was the same in the end descriptive gesture.Yes, he cannot forget.

When John's hand was about to touch the boy, Seamus suddenly opened his eyes, and a smug look flashed across his face: "John, you're back."

"You didn't...?!" John's hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly, and he stared at the stretch in front of him with wide eyes.

"Oh come on, put away your ridiculous thoughts. I'm not dead." The boy slowly got up from the ground, put the "blood" on his face into his mouth, and then showed a look of disgust , "It's just plain ketchup. No, I guess I have to retract, this is one of those weird breeds that brings down the average ketchup."

In the next second, the boy dusted off the dust on his body, jumped onto the sofa briskly, picked up a paper and a brush, and began to write. The series of actions were so fast that John was dumbfounded.Pointing to the "blood" on the other person's face, he asked calmly, "So... ketchup?"

"Yes." Seamus blinked, stopped the pen in his hand, and complained, "John, change to another kind of ketchup in the future, I hate this brand."

"Are you... uh, playing dead?" John racked his brains to search for vocabulary, trying to use the most appropriate words to describe it.Suddenly, "game plot" jumped into his mind, and the word came out naturally.

"Playing dead? No, no, no, this is just an experiment." The rustling sound of recording finally stopped, the boy wrote down the last note, and closed the notebook with a snap, "Calculate the normal reaction time of ordinary people to death."

——Why do people in the Holmes family like to do messy experiments so much!

Opening his mouth, John pressed all the trance and momentary sharp pain back to the bottom of his heart, so that he could concentrate on coping when he was alone. "Seamus, you can't do this even if it's an experiment!" He tried to make his voice sound harsher, "You should consider other people's feelings! Now go and wipe the ketchup off your face! Immediately, immediately!"

"Why can sherlock..." The boy wanted to justify something, but he quickly gave in under John's stern gaze, and his voice became softer and softer, until it was close to a mutter, "Okay." He walked slowly to the kitchen and wiped the ketchup off his face.This process took 2 minutes.At the same time, in order to prove that he was using his time effectively and not being forced to do these meaningless things, he thought about a very serious question in these 2 minutes: Why is John so short, but has the ability to make others feel uncomfortable? The ability to not submit?

"Well, good question (very good, this is a good question)." Seamus thought carefully, "Maybe I can try to find a solution. Otherwise... um, this proposition must be included in the plan as soon as possible."

...

After that, although John made a brief denunciation of Seamus's "experimental storm", he soon found out to his dismay: Just like Sherlock who was bored every time, Seamus didn't care at all, and even got worse.And he, as always, has nothing to do with the Holmes family.No, it's getting more and more helpless (at least his good roommate occasionally has various cases to save him from fire and water).

So, things became like this:

On the first day, the subject of the experiment: calculate the normal reaction time of ordinary people to death; the experimental item: ketchup; the experimental subject: john·h·watson.

On the second day, the subject of the experiment: calculation of the escape ability of ordinary people under chemical explosion; experimental items: potassium chlorate and phosphorus; experimental object: seamusholmes.

On the third day, the subject of the experiment: calculate the probability of an ordinary person being drowned in a sink; the experimental item: clear water; the experimental object: seamusholmes.

Today is the fourth day.

After get off work, John didn't come home in time, he had an appointment with Mary.Considering Seamus' condition, he thought it would be better for him to stay at home.But I had already turned down an appointment because of mycroft's visit before, and this time I couldn't turn it down no matter what. ——Tell your girlfriend to take care of the bear child at home (the most important thing is that the child has nothing to do with you), so you can't date? John believed that Mary would definitely look at him with wide-eyed disbelief, and then simply say goodbye, just like every woman who can't stand Sherlock occupying such a big place in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Mary glanced at John who had unconsciously pulled out his phone again——she couldn't count how many times he had looked at his phone along the way, plus that restless look.A guess flashed in her mind, and she frowned slightly, "Do you have another date?"

"No, no." John laughed shortly, "Really."

It's fine. John comforted himself from the bottom of his heart: before going out in the morning, he had warned Seamus so sternly, and the latter also promised that he would not make trouble today.So...should be fine, right?What's more, Mrs. Hudson will notify him if something happens.Thinking of this, he hesitated and prepared to put the phone back in his pocket.At the same time, the crisp ringtone of the phone suddenly rang with a strong vibration, and John almost lost his grip and dropped the phone to the ground.

"Mrs.hudson?" John frantically connected the phone, "What's wrong with Seamus?"

"He has a fever! My God, it's 104 degrees Fahrenheit (Note 1)!" Mrs. Hudson's scream came through the screen quickly, "Oh God, John, come back soon!" There was a sound of utensils being disrupted, and Seamus' hoarse stopping voice: "Mrs. Hudson! I'm fine (I'm fine)!"

—Damn it I knew it!

John moaned in his heart, and quickly replied loudly to the phone: "I'll be right back, Mrs. Hudson, let Seamus lie down first!"

"I know!" Mrs. Hudson also replied loudly, followed by a messy sound of overturning utensils, and the old lady muttered softly, "I clearly remember that the antipyretics are here, how can I find them?" Not coming?"

"If you're referring to the medicines on the second shelf of the closet, I took them for experimentation two days ago." John heard Seamus reply weakly.

"Young man! You can't just take pills for experiments!" Mrs. Hudson reprimanded the boy as if complaining, and then replied seriously on the phone, "John, I guess you have to bring some antipyretics along the way .Oh, and anti-inflammatories."

—Jesus above!

For a moment, John even wanted to rush back and strangle Seamus to death.He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound more natural: "Thank you for reminding me, I will."

The phone was cut off. John grabbed his coat on the dining table and explained to Mary apologetically, "I'm sorry, but I think I have to go back. Seamus has a fever..."

"It seems that you care about that child very much." Mary smiled, and she didn't know if it was because of the lighting problem. A paleness flashed across her face, "Is it because of the similarity with Sherlock?"

"I'm really sorry..." John's body trembled imperceptibly, he squeezed the phone in his hand, deliberately avoiding Mary's sight, "But, this has nothing to do with Sherlock. For God's sake , he...cough, he is already dead..."

"Hey, I'm just kidding." Mary pushed John and said with a teasing smile, "Hurry up, children are very troublesome when they get sick."

"Thank you. I'm off then."

John stood up abruptly and walked outside.

"...John?" Mary suddenly called out to the little man who had walked a short distance.Hearing this, John turned his head in doubt, his brows furrowed slightly, and his expression was a little hasty, as if he was urging the other party to say something.She stared at him for two seconds, then burst out laughing, and replied softly, "Don't forget to buy the medicine."

"I know."

John nodded hurriedly to Mary, and then strode out of her sight.He would not know that his girlfriend sat there for a long time behind him.Her expression was hidden in the dim light of the restaurant, indistinct.

...

It was more than half an hour before John rushed back to 221b.

The living room was empty.

"Of course, a normal person wouldn't be alive and kicking in the living room with a fever of 104 degrees Fahrenheit." John muttered, then hurried to Seamus' bedside, and managed to see a curly-haired boy whose face was flushed with fever—— The other party was muttering some numbers, and Mrs. Hudson was busy spinning around.

"Mrs. Hudson, please go get a glass of water." John stood by the bed, looking down at the curly-haired boy, "I think I need to talk to Seamus."

"Do you have to pick when he's sick?" The little old lady mumbled, but went to pour the water as she said. "Well, you are as stubborn as him. Also, I'm not your housekeeper!"

Habitually, she said "he" on her lips, completely unaware that John's expression changed slightly.Especially when John met those gray-green eyes that became more and more charming due to the fever, the momentum he had accumulated for a long time disappeared into the air in an instant.

"What is it this time?" In this confrontation, John finally retreated and asked wearily.

"I just want to get the fever data." Seamus' blushing face stacked a smirk, his high cheekbones became more prominent due to the mobilization of this muscle, "everything is under control. So John, You needn't be surprised at all."

"Jesus, you Holmes are all virtuous!" John's temper that he had finally restrained was instantly ignited by a certain word, and he couldn't help but think of that person's falling and playing with fire. I also once said so confidently that everything is under control.The next second, he yelled uncontrollably, "I don't want to see another sherloes! Seamus...for God's sake..."

At the end, his voice choked up a little.He couldn't go on.

The curly-haired boy glanced at John silently, the emotions that were close to collapse oppressed him, and it was suddenly difficult for him to say anything. —he swallowed the words of excuse. Seamus' eyes were on John, and after a while, the boy's eyes gradually became a little blurry.Immediately, he broke the silence: "Did you go on a date?"

"What...?" John, who was immersed in his own thoughts, raised his head in astonishment, and he didn't understand the meaning of the boy's words until he paused, "Oh, yes. Date, and Mary."

"You seem to be serious about her." Seamus looked up at him, then lowered his head and said, "When are you going to get married?"

"What did you say?" John was confused by the question for a moment, and asked back, "Married?"

"Rare new clothes, oiled shoes, definitely to meet someone special. Of course you said that too, girlfriend, called... oh yes, mary! Before you left in the morning WARNING, came back pissed off, there's no doubt you're disgusted by my disruption. Your sleeves and knees show that you were indecisive, that something's bothering you, probably something big that concerns both of you The usual words reflect your liking for your girlfriend, ok, the most important thing is your computer browsing history: attention to jewelry stores! So, look, what is more important than a marriage proposal?" Seamus sat down from the bed He got up, put his hands together in a tower shape and placed them under his chin, a sharp light flashed in his gray-green eyes, "So, when?"

"Oh, oh, that...wasamazing (that's really... amazing)!" John's face was filled with obvious admiration and... trance, he coughed and smiled shortly, "Cough, holmes' fucking smart head... still Yes, you touched my computer?!"

Seamus opened his mouth and was about to say something when Mrs. Hudson rushed in with a glass of water.By the way, she brought a piece of news that John couldn't tell whether it was good or bad at the moment: "John, there is a girl named Mary looking for you outside."

Almost at the same time, Seamus' sharp eyes caught John.