Boyfriend Development Program

After get off work the next day, John managed to get into the iconic black car.

He was not surprised at all.The cameras found in 221b (although most of them were dismantled by Seamus) are enough to prove the taste and surveillance ability of a certain British government official. John reckoned that this monitoring might be even more powerful after Seamus arrived. – as it turned out, his soliloquies had been presented to mycroft verbatim last night.

As always, the British government sent "Sister Blackberry" (John still doesn't know the name of the woman who has been in contact with him frequently) to pick him up.

In the overly empty, yet understated and luxurious office, Mycroft was alone with his head down, thinking about something.Miss Blackberry closed the door for them.The sound of the door opening interrupted mycroft's contemplation, he looked at the little man in front of him, his eyes focused for a moment on the man's legs which were obviously sharper than before.He pointed to the opposite sofa and said with a smile, "John, please sit down."

John glanced at mycroft, then looked at the metal crutch in his hand (after being stimulated by seamus so many times to die, he still failed to get rid of it, he felt that he might never be able to get rid of it in his life), smiled again and shook Shaking his head: "Thank you. But no need."

Mycroft's face was very calm, probably because he was used to the ex-military doctor's persistence as always.He turned his face to the side, and asked gracefully: "How are you getting along with Seamus recently?"

"Everything is fine."—Aren't you the British government, you know what I'm doing and you still ask me! John paused, swallowed the rebuttal in his heart, and answered.

"You live in harmony." Mycroft nodded arrogantly, a sly smile flashed in his eyes, "Then I can rest assured."

——What is "life harmony"!

The corners of John's eyes twitched, and he calmly and selectively ignored this sentence: "Seamus is very Holmes style."

"no doubt."

"He is so free every day that he can only do experiments." John continued his efforts.

"I reminded you: Seamus admires Sherlock very much." Mycroft raised an eyebrow, still smiling.

"He staged a 'death battle' on 221b every day!" Seeing that the other party was unmoved, John could only use his trump card, "Mycroft, you have to do something! Oh God, of course, if you want to see another Sherloes, just When I didn't say it."

This sentence obviously touched a certain younger brother, he suddenly raised his head, stared at John, and the smile on his face disappeared.Under this line of sight, the small man who had been standing upright suddenly straightened his body even more, and stared back with burning eyes without flinching. ——he had already harbored resentment towards Mycroft, who had indirectly caused Sherlock's death.Moreover, he didn't mind adding fuel to the fire again: "Anyway, you don't care about Sherlock's death!"

"John!" Mycroft's voice rose a little.

The little man was taken aback, - in fact, after he yelled that sentence before, he regretted it a bit.Like a punctured ball, John's aura suddenly weakened a lot, and his figure became slumped.He moved his lips, and a trance voice floated in the air: "i'msorry (sorry)."

Mycroft came over, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed: "It's ok (it doesn't matter)."

John, who lowered his head, didn't see the flickering hesitation on the other side's face.

"You're right." Mycroft coughed to cover up, and a smirk quickly formed on his cheeks, "It's time to do something."

In the past few days, he has been looking for the reason why Sherlock lost his memory and became smaller.The place where it was last seen, train tickets, clothing and accessories...all point to that organization: torchwood——that is the secret of successive British governments.Only with his authority can he "understand something".

...Do you want to get in touch?

Staring at the floor-to-ceiling glass next to the office, a British government official couldn't help feeling a little dignified.Thinking about these things in his heart, Mycroft still had a decent smirk on his face.He moved the upper left drawer of the desk, and took out a gilded paper certificate from it: "John, take this."

The paper certificate was pushed in front of John with a puzzled expression.

...

"Westminsterschool (Westminster Secondary School)?" Seamus read the string of special characters on the head, and asked casually, "Mycroft's idea?"

John took off his coat and asked, "See?"

"As early as when you walked in, I smelled the stench you were carrying. No suspense, it came from mycroft's office." Seamus gave him a disgusted look, and hurriedly squeezed deeper into the sofa , "Take off your coat! Get away from me! Evil..."

John looked helplessly at the curly-haired boy, shook his head, and stood up to hang up his coat.

"So, school starts tomorrow." John emphasized.

"Who said I'm going to go to school?" Seamus threw away the "Admission Notice" in his hand, folded his hands under his chin in boredom, and continued to get up, "Didn't you see that I'm busy!"

"Busy?" Selectively ignoring "Sherlock's classic skills" again, John pursed his lips, trying not to show the fact that he was amused, "What's your busy life? Are you busy pretending to be dead?"

"Oh look at your poor little head!" Seamus straightened his arms and legs, squinted at John, "Thinking! Obviously, I'm busy thinking!"

"Well, indeed, a great cause." John let out a short laugh, "...Thinking. For God's sake, you also have a thinking palace in your head?"

"Obviously!" A trace of helplessness flashed across the curly-haired boy's face, "It's just that I have to rebuild recently."

"Rebuild? Why?"

"The old palace has collapsed, and I can only build new ones on the ruins."

Seamus didn't want to talk about it, so he briefly mentioned it --- if he went deeper, it would inevitably involve the problem of amnesia, and unfortunately, this was exactly what he didn't want to talk about with the little man in front of him.After more than a week of groping, the absurd conclusion in his heart became clearer.Subconscious familiar speech, vivid examples, strange attitude changes of people around... Once all impossible factors are eliminated, what remains—no matter how incredible—is the truth.

"Collapse? What happened? I've never heard of a mind collapse." As if he had discovered a novelty, John asked back with interest.

"Force majeure." Seamus mumbled, then completely shut his mouth.He lay reclined on the sofa, clasped his hands again into a spire shape, and pressed them tightly against his chin, with his eyes closed tightly, as if he was already immersed in his own thoughts. John knew that the other party was probably "rebuilding" his thinking palace——that was a huge project.

"Well." He stood up.

"Black coffee, two sugars." Said the boy with his eyes still closed.

"Didn't you go to rebuild the mind palace?"——Why do you still have time to drink coffee? John complained.

"Black coffee, two sugars." Seamus repeated without answering.

John stared at him for a while, tilted his head and moved his lips, and finally left without saying a word for a while. ——he resigned himself to making coffee while leaning on his cane.

The mellow aroma of coffee, accompanied by the unique taste of the afternoon sun, warmly diffuses in the small living room. Seamus opened his eyes at some point, his gray-green eyes quietly staring at the figure who was busy in the kitchen, until the little man slowly walked towards him with his coffee.For a moment, he saw warmth in the other's gray and old pullover. --This unscientific.The curly-haired boy narrowed his eyes and became confused in his heart.

"What's wrong?" John put the coffee on the coffee table next to the sofa, smiled and asked Seamus who was staring straight at him - the sweater.

"It's nothing." Awakened by John's voice, the curly-haired boy lowered his eyes in shock.Then, his eyes came into contact with the gold-plated "Admission Notice" again, and he suddenly had a better way to solve the embarrassment: "John, I think I need to make a statement: I will not go to school .”

"Seamus, you have to go." John's voice became stern.

"John, you can't order me." Seamus took a sip of his coffee, "I won't be going anywhere until the reconstruction of my mind palace is completed. Not to mention, ha, school! A gathering place for a lot of idiots and idiot candidates!"

"seamus!"

John stood up abruptly!At this moment, he felt the anger gathering in his heart, about to burst forth!Just as he was about to approach the boy in order to better emphasize his tough attitude, a familiar mechanical sound sounded in his mind again, stopping all his movements—

Ding, the host's mood swing value has reached the "enforcement" standard value.Emotional component extraction... Component extraction successful.

Ding, in the process of enforcing the content naming... "sherlock going to school incident" was successfully named.

Ding, does the host use "enforced daily compulsory schooling"?

John licked his lips, glanced at the curly-haired boy who was staring at him tightly, his whole body was tense like a pussy cat, hesitated for a moment, and in the next second whispered softly: "Use."

Ding, "Daily Enforcement" is successfully used, and the effect will be reflected within one breath. Please check the host in time.

Accompanied by this strange sound, the next moment, John suddenly opened his eyes wide as if he had seen a ghost: the fine sunlight in the afternoon seemed to have a spirituality, rushing through the air and falling on the curly-haired boy. Seamus is all over it. John rubbed his eyes, trying to see clearly.It's just that when he opened his eyes again, the boy's body was still the same, without changing a single bit. — as if all this was just an illusion of his.Grand illusion.

He took a step forward, this time there was no anger, only full of doubts.

"I'll go." Seamus suddenly opened his eyes and replied.

"What?" John didn't react for a while.

"Westminster Middle School." Seamus answered his question blankly, "As you wish, I will go."

— oh my god! it's true (that's true)! mygod…

John's footsteps were nailed in place, and he could only murmur this interjection in his heart.

On this side, Seamus stood up lightly, and paused when he brushed past the little man.He frowned impatiently, a puzzled light flashed across his eyes, and disappeared in an instant.

Soon, the figure of the curly-haired boy disappeared from John's sight.