[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"I don't mind flirting with anyone when being polite brings something to the table. As a kid I was definitely the most polite kid in the world who would turn down a 'please' 'I appreciate it'" What about your child? Any unreasonable demands from him will be considered reasonable. However, as you get older, this bonus will disappear. If I ask you now, 'Do you mind if I temporarily use your tea cup? A little bit, just a little', of course your answer is no, so I just did it, why bother asking."

——Excerpt from "Interview with Sherlock Holmes"

When he set off from Harris' house, the night was already low, and he watched his parents and the Harris couple embrace each other and bid farewell, and agreed to meet often.

"Thank you for your hospitality." He thanked the Harrises and wished them a good evening.

On the way home, Dad first expressed his appreciation and thanks for his extraordinary restraint today.

"The last time I took you to a party, you accused the male host of having an affair in front of everyone." Dad counted his past actions one by one, "Another time, you insisted that tea is not from Sri Lanka, but from India, I don't understand what the difference is?"

"Don't tell me you didn't see that, it's too obvious," he retorted.

"Of course I can see it, but it doesn't mean I will point it out directly." Sitting in the passenger seat, my mother shook her head in disapproval.

He didn't understand why his gifted mother always cared so much about some etiquette, which wouldn't do her any favors.No matter how gregarious she is, it won't change the way people feel jealous of her.And to go too far, she expects him to be equally social, which is ridiculous.

"But Sherlock performed very well today, didn't he? Although he still looked very unhappy, at least he didn't make the master unhappy with him." He saw his father clapping his mother's hand, and then She smiled encouragingly back at him.

"That's because of the honesty and cleanliness of the Harris couple."

Mom shook her head helplessly, and turned to talk to Dad about the Harris family today, how enthusiastic Joanna was, how funny Mark was, and how caring Jessica was.

"And Raymond," Dad glanced at him in the rearview mirror, he knew they were all curious, "I didn't expect Sherlock to have such a friend, to be honest, I doubt Sherlock has a friend, he talks to him every day." Lock yourself in your room."

“I was amazed too,” my mother said, “especially Raymond, I mean, he’s the football captain, stereotypically the epitome of arrogance, domineering, bullying.”

Mom was right, as one of the victims could testify.

"So, Sherlock, how did you become friends?"

"We met in a dance studio." He didn't want to give away too many details. "Then he invited me to watch the football team practice, and that was it."

"But that doesn't explain why you're friends," Mom demanded. "I bet you laughed at everyone on the football team, like you always do."

"No, it's only partly true, I'm not laughing at them, I'm just stating what I see. And Raymond kind of likes that, I mean, seeing his teammates get debunked every time."

The captain of the football actually enjoys it quite a bit - even if the gunfire hits himself now and then - the "laughing" part is done by the captain of the football, he just provides usable material.

The only thing he didn't understand was that the people he met in the past, no matter how old they were, would shy away from people like him and avoid them.After all, everyone has something to hide, and when he is by his side, he is a boss who will make everything invisible at any time.

Is the football captain too open, or fearless?Where did he get the confidence that his secret would never be discovered?

Maybe it was just an idiot who didn't think about this question, he already had a deep understanding of Raymond's dullness.

In addition, in addition to "assisting in the rectification of team discipline", Raymond also found a new use for him-to stop his girlfriend who for some reason was always avoiding him.

"Women are trouble," is Raymond's reasoning. "I think couples should keep a little distance, but speaking directly will hurt El."

An outspoken liar who doesn't even care why his girlfriend is avoiding him.

"It's really good," Mom was still lamenting how incredible their "feeling" was, "no matter what he is for, at least no one will bully you in the future. Once you came home soaked, with paint on it Clothes, it freaks me out..."

Oh, Mom, that was the brainchild of his "sweet" sister.

He pictured this girl in his mind, blue-eyed Jessica, who liked makeup, shopping, pop music, partying, a typical vain adolescent girl, too shallow for him to take a second look.In no more than two weeks, she was reading, doing math problems, and progressing to advance class without turning a page of her history textbook.

Most importantly, she kept looking for him in school for some unknown reason.

After he first noticed it, he began to observe her movements secretly, perfectly avoiding every possible encounter according to her whereabouts.So when Raymond used him to block his girlfriend, he also used Raymond and the football team to hide from Jessica.

To his surprise, this Jessica seemed to have some reason to find him.

He was really curious what the reason was.

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Raymond is still busy this weekend, but when he's not busy, he looks at Jessica with weird eyes.

"I can't see you..."

"...is this type...really?"

"Oh, James didn't expect..."

Jessica was extremely annoyed by the way she said nothing.

"What's the matter with you?"

At this time, he smiled meaningfully and changed the subject.

Jessica felt that his friendship with Sherlock was a miracle even more, and she even suspected that Raymond secretly took Dad's gun to threaten Sherlock.

After seeing Emma on Monday, her first reaction to this "friendship" was Eleanor's opinion of it.

"I can't wait to see Eleanor's face!" She slapped the table excitedly. "That must be very funny!"

Jessica couldn't help laughing too. After the "Sherlock's Missing Alert" was lifted, a tight string in her heart was relaxed, and she could finally feel the joy of a normal life.

She happily took a big bite of the salad with double the dressing.

"Hi, Maggie!" Emma waved towards the door, "Here!"

Jessica also turned to look.

Margaret still wears a braid, but the thick bangs and frizzy forehead still reveal the fact that she is curly.She held a few books tightly in her hands, her head was almost buried in her chest. When Emma called her, she raised her head and showed a restrained smile, and pushed her glasses nervously.

But before she could let go of her hand, a group of noisy people suddenly poured into the door behind her.

Jessica raised her forehead, and the leaders were Raymond and Sherlock—I don't know when, Sherlock replaced Eleanor's position, but she didn't notice it at all.

Margaret was startled by the sudden noise behind her, and reflexively dodged to the side, but it was still a step too late.Suddenly Kevin Greg rushed up from behind to talk to Raymond. He was as strong as a chimpanzee, completely ignoring Margaret who was trying to get out of the way.

She was knocked to the ground, her glasses fell to the ground, and the book in her hand was scattered all over the floor.

"Oh, my God!" Emma screamed, and hurried over to help Margaret who was groping for her glasses on the ground.

Jessica didn't know what it was like. She seemed to see Jasmine Amber and Katie Glamette superimposed on Margaret at this moment.

She used to be like an invisible person at school, and she could only be remembered when she was ridiculed and bullied, and all the perpetrators, whether intentional or not, would say a joking, utterly innocent sentence like Kevin now. A disingenuous "sorry".

"Sorry," Kevin turned his head and whistled, "You're in the way, nerd."

Anyone who bullies the weak is a coward.

She remembered Katie crying in front of her grandfather.

"They are all poor wretches from unhappy families," said grandpa, stroking her bruised forehead with one hand. "Their fathers are tyrannical, and their mothers are weak. They can only get some sense of security from weaker people. Once they meet Whoever is stronger than them, they will kneel and kiss his toes. Katie, you want to be stronger, what you have to do."

Jessica stood up and walked to Kevin.

"Greg," she said, looking him straight in the eyes, "you owe her an apology, appropriately."

Kevin's expression changed from being happy seeing Jessica at the beginning to bewildered in an instant.

"Why?" He pointed randomly, "It's obviously her..."

Margaret, who was pointed at, waved her hand in a panic: "No need..."

Emma grabbed her hand and persuaded: "Maggie, you were knocked down by him, it's a fact, and he owes you an apology."

"Sorry." Jessica repeated.

"Okay... well, if you insist." Kevin shrugged pretending to be meaningless, and turned to Margaret with obvious reluctance: "Sorry, I didn't see you, I shouldn't have done this."

"It's nothing," Margaret said without waiting for Kevin to finish, "I'm fine."

Jessica looked at Margaret and sighed secretly.

"Listen, Kevin, don't let me know about the trouble you're having with Margaret after this, okay?" She said in a voice that kept others from hearing, but her eyes were still fixed on Kevin, "Otherwise If you do, you know what the consequences are, right?"

Kevin's eyes dodged for a moment, probably because he remembered how he knelt in front of Jessica and begged for his confession.

"Okay." He muttered, "I can go."

He walked to the northwest corner where the football team was located. Raymond obviously didn't care about the little farce here, but just took a second look at Kevin, who was ashamed.And Sherlock—sitting in Eleanor's special seat—swept Jessica, Emma, ​​and Margaret one by one with his sizing eyes.

Jessica felt a chill down her back, and an inexplicable sense of guilt surged in her heart.

She turned discreetly to check on Margaret, who was startled by the suddenness of the poor girl.

"Jessica, you don't have to do this..." she stammered, pressing her messy bangs with her hand.

"It's okay, he deserves it." Jessica thought of her past self, always cautious, afraid of getting into any trouble, completely unaware that it was this kind of thinking that would bring more and more trouble to her.

"I really didn't expect Kevin to be so unmannered," Emma pouted and said disdainfully, "But you were so fierce just now, Jesse, those bitches should really see that you are not easy to bully."

"Thank you, Jessica." Margaret sincerely thanked Jessica again, but declined Emma's invitation to sit down and eat together.

"I, I have an appointment with someone else, I'm so sorry..."

Emma comforted Margaret, who kept apologizing, and watched her walk to a remote corner, where three or four people were sitting.

"Glasses and school uniforms," ​​Emma stretched her neck to look over there, and concluded, "it should be her nerdy friends."

Jessica is noncommittal, everyone has their own circle.

"Maybe we should be friendly with them all, I mean, the bookworms," ​​Emma mused, "there must be some of them who are good at Latin."

"Good idea." Jessica smiled helplessly.

"You're such a disappointment," Emma rolled her eyes, "Speaking of which, isn't Sherlock Holmes next to Raymond? He really looks like Raymond's good friend! I can't believe my eyes... "

Yeah, Jessica knew how ridiculous that was without turning around.

"Are you still looking for him to redeem?" Emma suddenly thought of the reason why Jessica tried everything possible to find Sherlock.

"Uh, of course." Jessica tied a strand of hair behind her ear, subconsciously avoiding Emma's eyes, "Maybe not now...maybe next time..."

Her rationality told her that even if Raymond would become Sherlock's inseparable good friend, and even if the Harris couple and the Holmes family would keep in touch, her fate would not be safe, in case Sherlock suddenly wanted to run away from home Woolen cloth?Or fake death again?

On the other hand, even if she is Sherlock's friend, like Jasmine Amber once, there is no guarantee that Sherlock will need her help-after all, she is not an assistant forensic doctor now, and when Sherlock had a convulsion, she was still busy one game.

What's more, the suicide of the grandfather in the previous life...

She forced herself not to think about it.

It's not Sherlock's fault.

She tried to convince herself, as Katie had done after the funeral, when she stood at the door of Holmes' house and rang the bell with a trembling hand.

It wasn't Sherlock's fault, and she was bound to survive.