[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

After Jessica made up her mind to work hard regardless of the outcome, she soon encountered an excellent opportunity.

Although Sherlock is not as difficult to find these days as before, it is still too difficult for her to apologize to Sherlock in front of Raymond.To this day, God sent Sherlock directly to her bedroom door.

Both Joanna and Mark couldn't go home at night because of work, Raymond took the opportunity to throw a party at home, but he banned Jessica from showing up.

"It's the senior year party," he insisted, "and if you fall in the pool again, Mom and Dad will kill me."

"You won't do something illegal, come on," Jessica felt that she had the responsibility to stop the irrational behavior of teenagers in time, "Also, where did these hard drinks come from?"

"Most of us are of drinking age." Raymond waved impatiently.

So Jessica decided to stay upstairs most of the time and wait for the right time to go downstairs for a surprise inspection.

However, not long after the party started, she heard someone stumbling upstairs and slammed into her door with a "bang", which startled her who was reading a book.

She opened the door to find a man and woman kissing inseparably and passionately.

"Er—Raymond's room is next door," she kindly reminded.

The boy turned his face briefly to thank Jessica, and was immediately pulled by the girl again, and they entangled and moved slowly to the next door.

Jessica wiped the sweat that didn't exist on her forehead, and was about to close the door when a person suddenly appeared on the stairs.

After seeing this person clearly, she widened her eyes.

Sherlock was wearing a white shirt buttoned meticulously to the top button.He strode up the stairs with an aura as if he had entered the land of no one. He didn't give the couple next to him a look. He just took a good step and stood in front of Jessica, nodding politely.

"Excuse me for interrupting," he said flatly. "Would you mind telling me where the bathroom is? The one downstairs is occupied."

"Of, of course." Jessica regained her composure, "Turn right at the end of the corridor over there."

Sherlock bowed slightly, then turned and walked away.

Jessica stared blankly at his back.Don't tell her Sherlock was invited to the party by Raymond.As far as she knows, whether it is an adult Sherlock or a child Sherlock, they hate socializing the most. "The effective information transmission efficiency of low-intelligence creatures is extremely low, and activities of the nature of keeping warm in groups", these are his original words.

Maybe just passing by.

She patted her head to calm herself, and considered whether to go downstairs now, when Sherlock came back from the corridor.

"Occupied too." He nodded at her, and dropped a sentence, "But thank you also."

"Uh, Sherlock, please wait a moment." Jessica summoned up the courage to stop him who wanted to go downstairs, "Are you invited?"

"Yes." Sherlock turned to look at her. "What makes you think I'm the kind of person who came here uninvited."

"That's not what I meant." She hastened to remedy.

Sherlock didn't respond, and seemed to hum softly, which might be her illusion.

Maybe it wasn't a good time, but she couldn't help but said, "Uh...I want to apologize to you, it's what happened last time..."

"Oh." The hallway was dimly lit, and she couldn't see his expression clearly, and his tone reflected his disinterest.

"I'm sorry...the last time...to you like that," Jessica felt a little nervous. She was proud of bullying Sherlock a few days ago, but now it has turned into embarrassment, "I might It was a moment of dizziness... this..."

"I don't care," Sherlock said curtly, interrupting her faltering apology.

"Okay," Jessica didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief, "Is there anything I can do for you? To express my apology, anything..."

"Don't bother." Before Jessica could react, Sherlock turned and left.

Jessica watched him go downstairs until he disappeared, holding her face in frustration.

In his heart, is the current self useless at all?She is willing to do anything for him, and he is unmoved.

Jessica murmured and complained, but she knew in her heart that Sherlock is such a person. He always has countless ways to get what he wants others to do, so there is no need to care what others are willing to do for him .

While thinking wildly, Jessica looked at the loose sleeveless shirt and sweatpants she was wearing, and felt that there was no need to change, so she locked the door behind her back—she didn't want to leave her home when she came back. Someone in the bed—going downstairs to make a rounds before Raymond gets too indulgent.

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However, downstairs is not as crazy as Jessica imagined, in fact, it is quite restrained.People in twos and threes gathered together to chat, with drinks in their hands, looking sober and normal.There were a few girls in the kitchen eating pizza with wine sitting next to it, intact as if no one had touched it.A group of people sat on the carpet in the living room, and they also lit a fireplace in this weather, creating a rather domestic atmosphere.

Jessica heard Raymond's laughter from a distance, and when she got closer, he was sitting in the middle of the group, and what was more homely, he was playing Scrabble with the others.

"Jessica," Raymond said dissatisfiedly when he saw her, "you don't want to complain to your parents, do you? Then you have nothing to say. Unless you jump into the swimming pool and drown yourself again."

Jessica rolled her eyes, but yes, aside from the pair of wild ducks upstairs, the party was so healthy that a kindergartener would be bored.

So unusual, it's not Raymond's style at all.

Jessica looked around suspiciously, and before she could see anything suspicious, she saw Eleanor Carter walking slowly from the other side, greeting everyone with a smile and nodding.

"Jessie, I finally see you again." She walked up to Jessica, first glanced at Jessica's clothes, and if she had any disdain, she didn't show it at all, "I'm so sorry, Raymond De said that you are already asleep, let us not disturb you."

Eleanor, in her over-the-knee dress, beaded jacket and pointy-toed heels, has an overly genial smile and a "Princess Diana" look that Emma snorted.

Jessica understood a little bit in her heart, no wonder this party was so clean, nine times out of ten it was the sudden visit of Eleanor Saint Carter, which made the situation take a turn for the worse, and Raymond even found out that he hadn't touched since the age of 10 Scrabble.

"Nice to meet you too, Eleanor," Jessica smiled dryly, not knowing what to say, "I remember...you seem to have a curfew?"

"Yes," Eleanor's smile froze for a moment, "but today my parents agreed that I would go back later."

"Oh, that would be nice."

Jessica squeezed out these words, and was thinking of finding some reason to get out and end this tortured conversation for both parties.

"If you don't mind, I want to make a point, you're lying, your parents didn't agree to anything."

Such a sentence came from behind her suddenly.

The speakers were not loud, but everyone was clearly heard, which threw the room into an eerie silence.

Jessica turned to the source of the sound, and was not surprised to find Sherlock. He didn't know when he was sitting on the sofa in the living room, his right leg resting lazily on his left leg, one hand resting on his head, the other Tossing a tennis ball up and down in his hand looks a bit boring.

When Sherlock is bored, someone is in trouble.

"I don't know what you're talking about..." Eleanor straightened her hair, her body was straight, pretending to be calm, but she still couldn't hide her pale face.

"Your shoes." Sherlock pointed to Eleanor's shoes, and everyone looked in the direction his fingers pointed.

Eleanor wore a pair of purple velvet square-buckle stilettos—that was all Jessica could spot.

"As soon as you came in, I was surprised at how spotless your shoes were. There was a light rain this afternoon, and the drainage system in Harris' house was not good," Sherlock ignored Raymond who was about to protest, and continued, "Sure enough, I found a pair of slippers on the porch. You should have replaced them temporarily. If I'm not mistaken, you have planted roses, snow mowed grass in your backyard, and newly planted a few hydrangeas. To the extent, you wore those slippers, climbed out of the window, and then sneaked out through the back door."

Although there were a lot of people gathered around to watch the excitement, it was still so quiet that breathing could be heard, and the awkward atmosphere almost froze.

Eleanor couldn't hold it any longer, her lips were trembling, her eyes were staring straight at Sherlock, unable to speak.

It was Raymond who stood up, took a few quick steps, and took her into his arms, blocking everyone's sight.He frowned, as if angry or confused.

"El," he stroked Eleanor's hair and led her towards the door, "shall I take you home? You should have told me..."

Everyone in the crowd followed Eleanor with their eyes as if cast by a spell, until Raymond closed the door with his backhand, and they woke up with a "bang", and turned their heads to look at The instigator of this scene - Sherlock.

He still sat there tossing the tennis ball, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Jessica couldn't help worrying, Eleanor was a social star, if these people wanted to avenge her, would Sherlock be able to resist it?

Maybe she can take this opportunity to lay a good foundation for their friendship.

The silence lasted for a second, two seconds... Jessica thought about how she could stop Eleanor's fans from embarrassing Sherlock, and the crowd suddenly burst into cheers loud enough to blow off the roof.

A few figures flashed in front of her eyes. She took a closer look and saw five or six boys, including Ollie and Calvin. While cheering, they hurriedly pulled Sherlock up from the sofa, and opened their arms one by one.

... and hugged him tightly.

Jessica watched as Sherlock was surrounded in the middle, being shaken vigorously by these boys.Their expressions were unconcealable excitement, and they kept rubbing Sherlock's hair and face with their hands.

"Nice job! Dude!"

"How lucky we are to have you! I'm bored like crazy!"

"Don't say I said it, but you saved my life! Literally!"

She swore she saw someone take advantage of the chaos and kiss Sherlock several times.

"Ladies and gentlemen, our hero, the savior of the party - Sherlock Holmes!"

Kevin didn't know when he stood on the coffee table—the coffee table creaked under the pressure. He was holding a bottle of champagne that he didn't know where he came from. His face was flushed with excitement, and he led the crowd to shout loudly:

"Party! Rescuer!"

"Sherlock! Holmes!"

I don’t know who replaced the soft classical music with the hot disco hits. Kevin opened the champagne with a “snap” and splashed it to the crowd, attracting a burst of cheers. They screamed and begged Kevin to put Champagne was spilled, and some people tore off their shirts, and were lifted into the air by the excited crowd.

They're almost as crazy as a Michael Jackson concert.

Jessica was jostled through the reveling crowd and forced to hug several people.

"Jessie, can you believe it, we did it!"

She looked at their excited faces, not fully understanding the current situation.

Of course, she is much luckier than the "hero" Sherlock.

At this time, he was being pressed at the bottom by a group of people from the football team in a stack of arhats. Before that, he had been thrown into the air several times.And Kevin just poured half a bottle of champagne on his head.

"Dude, I've always hated you," Kevin said sincerely after pouring champagne. "It's my fault, you did a good job this time! You deserve it."

After speaking, he still held Sherlock's face and kissed his forehead hard.Looking at Sherlock's desperate expression, it's hard to say whether Kevin took the opportunity to take revenge.

The scene before her was so ridiculous that Jessica wondered if she was dreaming.

She shook her head, shook off these thoughts, and rushed to rescue Sherlock, who seemed to be dying.

"Guys, I think that's enough." She pulled the group down one by one. "Sherlock's still a kid."

"If you say so, Jesse." Ollie at the bottom shrugged, got up, pulled Sherlock up on the ground, and patted him on the shoulder.

Sherlock staggered to his feet with difficulty, his hair soaked and sticking to his forehead and cheeks.The shirt was crumpled, with a lot of unknown liquid on it, and a few buttons were pulled off.He looked extremely embarrassed, and his cheeks were flushed, and he didn't know if it was from anger or from being rubbed.

Jessica walked in front of him and saw his expression, which was uncharacteristically cold, showing a rare and substantive angry emotion.

"Barbarians..." He tugged on his clothes, complaining in a low voice.

"Um, Sherlock, maybe you want to take a shower or something?" Jessica offered. "I can find you some of Raymond's clothes."

"I don't think that would be appropriate." Sherlock looked like he was trying to regain his composure, but failed, which made his expression look contorted. "Thank you anyway."

Jessica led the way, and stopped a few people who wanted to hug Sherlock or herself. In just a short time, many people seemed to be too drunk.

Sherlock has been silent behind her, I don't know if Jessica is thinking too much, but he looks very irritated.

It wasn't until he was in the bathroom that Jessica was relieved and turned to Raymond's room to find some clothes.

But when she opened the door, she saw a blinding scene.

Oh, God!

She had forgotten the young couple she had directed to Raymond's room.