[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

This is a world where not only Little Qinglong has a little secret, but Rosa also has a secret that no one knows.

Because of a conflict in childhood, Rosa discovered that her words have the power to control.

She has searched a lot of information, and only the Japanese word spirit and the sea monster in Greek mythology that confuse the crew make her feel similar, but she can clearly feel that her power is stronger, so powerful that it is almost omnipotent.

So usually she doesn't use her ability, even if she uses this ability, she is very careful. People who are not of my race will be punished. She will not underestimate human nature, but she will never overestimate it. She doesn't want to be caught one day Going to dissect in the laboratory is really horrible. Rosa shook her head, put the fresh and delicate roses she trimmed in her hands into a vase, and put them on the low cabinet in the living room.

She looked at the roses that added a touch of bright color to the cool-toned living room with satisfaction, and looked down at the time on the watch. It was almost time to go out. She hurriedly put on her coat and took her schoolbag for class to go out.

"Catherine." Rosa waved her hand when she saw Catherine waiting under the big tree.

Catherine is the girl dressed as a nerd who greeted Rosa at the freshman orientation meeting. She was a little different from the outside, and Rosa didn't expect that under her intellectual and wise appearance was a fiery heart for gossip and beautiful men. She was very interesting to get along with, and Rosa acquiesced in their increasingly intimate relationship.

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off the thin sweat from her head, and watched Rosa, who was still walking slowly, running over anxiously and pulling her away: "Why are you so slow, this professor's course is very popular, There are a lot of people from other professions to attend, we must not be able to occupy a good seat in the past now."

Rosa followed Catherine's pace and ran, panting and asking: "But haven't you already taken the course of advanced mathematics? Why do you still want to audit?" And she didn't take the course of advanced mathematics at all.

"To see the professor." Catherine took it for granted: "It is said that he is so hot that people rush to take off his clothes, his mouth is so poisonous that he wants people to dumb him down, and his eyes are so sharp that people have no privacy."

Rosa turned her head and glanced at her, only thinking that this description was so similar to Sherlock.

They came to the classroom and scanned around, and found that it was already full of people, and most of them were girls. Everyone was dressed up and looking bright, as if they were going on a date.

The two of them managed to find two vacant seats at the back of the classroom, and when they sat down, there were only five minutes left before the bell rang.

Rosa took out the notebook and pen from her schoolbag, and when she looked up, she saw the man who came in while the class bell rang—it was Sherlock Holmes. Although Rosa's eyes widened for a moment, she didn't feel very surprised. Sherlock It seems that the professor's guess has been kept in his heart and is only waiting to be verified.

Sherlock walked up to the podium, inserted a USB flash drive into the computer, turned on the projector, and the concise slides immediately appeared on the big screen.With his hands on the podium, he could tell at a glance that there were a lot of people in the classroom who didn't belong to this course. He didn't care about these things at all, but it would be a different matter if there were a lot of noisy people who affected his class.

He bent his fingers and tapped the podium twice, and Rosa could feel the flowing atmosphere in the classroom instantly quiet down. She glanced at the indifferent man on the podium and smiled awkwardly, her eyes suddenly met what's going on!She always feels flustered, Sherlock must not be a moth.

"I don't prevent people from other majors from coming to attend, but those who don't care about studying don't have to come. I don't welcome people without brains in my class." Sherlock took a special look at the group of girls who were making noise just now .

Everyone thought that Sherlock was just talking harshly before class, but the random questions in the class were all accurate, and they were all students from other majors. The observers panicked, for fear that they would be questioned and put their own Head pressed low.Rosa looked at this scene sympathetically. How could she escape being targeted by Sherlock? In order to avoid being suddenly questioned, she could only put away the notebook she used for writing and concentrate on listening to the class. People in compulsory education are not weak in mathematics. What's more, Sherlock's lectures are logically clear, and the arguments are simple and clear. As long as you listen carefully to the class, you won't be unable to answer anything. What's more, Sherlock's voice is really sweet. Rosa actually I enjoyed the whole course very much.

Being in a high sense of tension for an hour and a half caused great persecution to everyone's hearts. When the bell rang for the end of class, Rosa observed that everyone breathed a sigh of relief, except for a few girls with ulterior motives. When I ran to the podium to ask questions, everyone else ran out of the classroom without looking back.

Rosa also speeded up to put things in her bag, and when she passed the podium, she clearly heard Sherlock's indifferent and impatient voice: "If you listen carefully in class, you will find that the tenth slide has the same explanation. Although I don’t hope that your IQ is only a little higher than that of dolphins-but I will re-read the sample questions.” Sherlock looked at the flushed face with a look of indifference almost pity, almost wanting to drill The girls in the burrow, not realizing it is the biggest tragedy for the goldfish.

Rosa took a quick glance at the aggrieved girl, clutched her schoolbag on her chest, and quickly left the classroom. Her curly hair, curly and thick like seaweed, fluttered in the wind. The beautiful Chinese girl showed her side face as white as jade. Sherlock Slightly squinting his eyes for a look, he quickly retracted his gaze and wrote down the process of solving the problem in the notebook of the classmate who was seriously asking the question.

Catherine held Rosa's arm and said in a satisfied tone: "Tsk tsk, Professor Holmes really lives up to his reputation."

Rosa looked at her with the look of a warrior: "Sure enough, she is beautiful. Are you not afraid that Professor Holmes' venom will spray on you one day?"

"No way, as long as you keep yourself safe, Professor Holmes won't care about you." Catherine touched her chin with one hand and pondered for a while: "The professor's indifferent temperament has a kind of boldness and arrogance that almost breaks with the world."

What a keen observation. Doesn't the great detective treat most people as goldfish with only seven seconds of memory in the fish tank, while he is the person standing outside the fish tank and observing.

Passing a corner, the two parted ways. Rosa strolled on the classic streets of Cambridge. There were few pedestrians around, and there was an unusual quietness. She frowned slightly and turned her eyes to the brick-red telephone booth. When it came, Rosa felt an unknown emotion in her heart, and she was secretly vigilant and left quickly.However, the ringtone of the phone booth seemed to be right for her. Every phone booth she encountered would remind her of the ringtone inexplicably. He glanced thoughtfully at the monitors on the street, and sure enough they were all facing her from a weird angle.

A black car slowly stopped in front of her, and a beautiful girl with a whole body in black walked out. She had a keen vigilance and ability on her body. She stopped in front of Rosa and pointed to the car: "Miss Rosa , my Boss wants to see you."

Her pronunciation of the word "Rosa" is in Mandarin, not Rosamond's nickname. It is not a question but an affirmative tone. Rosa is absolutely sure that if she refuses, she will be taken hard Go, so silently followed the girl in black into the car.

Rosa saw through the car window that the crowds were becoming less and less crowded. The girl in black next to her was tapping on the keyboard of her mobile phone, as if she kept an electronic pet in her mobile phone to tease her all the time. The wind conveyed a provocative and charming flavor, and Rosa smiled slightly.

The black car stopped in front of an abandoned factory. Metal rust covered the whole body of the building. It was cold and sharp, making people feel that it was a good place to abandon corpses in the wilderness.Rosa followed behind the black girl and saw her boss behind the scenes, dressed in a traditional British three-piece suit, leaning on a black umbrella, his face could not be said to be handsome, but he had an aura of intimidation and self-indignation. She inexplicably thought of Sherlock because of the unique power and influence of those in power. The two people cannot be said to be similar in figure and appearance, but they have a secret magnetic fit. It was only later that she learned that this temperament belonged exclusively to the Holmes family.

Mycroft looked at the cohabitant of Sherlock he had chosen in front of him, and showed a reserved smile: "Miss Rosa, I have spent a lot of time to invite you here, but I need your help with a small matter. Sherlock needs some careful thinking."

Rosa thought of those life-like phone booth ringtones and surveillance cameras and felt that it was really a lot of work. She looked at the British gentleman in front of her and showed a puzzled expression at the right time.

"I wonder if you can help me spy on your cohabitant, Sherlock Holmes? And I will pay you a fee on a regular basis. I think it will be of great help to improve your financial situation."

Rosa raised her eyebrows and asked curiously, "Are you from Sherlock?"

Mycroft had an inscrutable expression, but in Rosa's eyes, it was indulgent: "Our relationship is close to that of friends, but he calls me a sworn enemy."

At this point in the conversation, Rosa can basically confirm that the British gentleman in front of her is a hopeless younger brother, and the temptation can stop. She believes that if she accepts the surveillance request, she will be driven away without mercy. Beside her, she slightly bent her knees: "Mr. Holmes, although I will not accept Sherlock's request to monitor him, I will let you know if anything unusual happens around him. Good brother's kindness, and the £5000 you paid is more than enough."

Mycroft moved his eyelids. Although the clues to the relationship between him and Sherlock were obvious, most people were too slow to connect the information to discover the truth. But the girl in front of him did it. He put all the information in his mind about Rosa Another addition to the record.

"Good brother?" Mycroft gave Rosa a condensed look: "Most people don't think so."

"I think it's the best proof that Sherlock is safe and sound so far." Rosa complained expressionlessly, and the brats only get worse when they have the support of their parents.

Jingle Bell--

Rosa glanced at McCoff apologetically, pulled the phone out of her pocket, and opened the text message.

——Please come back quickly if you have nothing to do, SH

——Please come back quickly if you have anything to do, SH

Rosa showed such an expression after reading the text message. Only Sherlock would send a series of fatal text messages. She shook the phone at McCoff: "I think I should leave."

After Rosa left, Mycroft ruthlessly issued an order: "Raise Rosa's monitoring level to be the same as Sherlock's."

He had a premonition that this girl could lead Sherlock to heaven as well as hell.