[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"What? You asked me to hold a party for James? Invite you all to come? The location will also be at James' house?" Raymond asked him with wide eyes, and there were lines on his forehead that could kill flies.

The dance studio looked pretty much the same as when he first came, with a few crumbling chairs piled up in the corner, foggy mirrors and rusty handlebars, everything was the same.Only the colorful "set" that Raymond found somewhere was piled up next to his sandbags like garbage, which made him instantly lose interest in boxing and sat by the window to read a book about biological nerves.

"Jessica said that's your forte, throwing parties at other people's houses."

The idea she finally came up with was not very good, but better than nothing.

"Well," Raymond shrugged, "that's because I'm a good boy and can't mess around in the house too often. But now that my mother promised to buy me a Porsche, why should I force anyone else? Let alone this man Or James."

"I don't care what reason you find, as long as I'm inside for half an hour is enough."

"Then you have to tell me what you are going to do? For what? Why do you have to go to James's house? If you want to explode at his house, how should I explain?"

That's why he had to deal with the man in front of him, "he's going to get to the bottom of it and want to know the real reason, and I'm not going to lie"—this is the excuse Jessica gave.

Forget it, she didn't know how many lies she lied just to him.

"I won't tell you," he twitched his lips, "but Jessica asked me to tell you that she can change your mother's mind at any time."

"What?!" Raymond was shocked and angry when he heard this, "Damn Jessica has threatened me with this excuse for who knows how long! How dare she!"

He didn't speak, because Raymond would figure it out for himself.

They stared at each other in silence for about ten seconds, and Raymond was defeated, "I promise you, is it okay? Unbelievable! You also told Jessica for me that when I got the key, she It's dead, okay?!"

"No problem." He agreed graciously.

Raymond stomped his feet angrily. He walked up and down the room a few times, talking about how to get revenge on his sister.

He immersed himself in the book, but Raymond's few words drifted into his ears unconsciously.There are parallels between the Harris siblings and his relationship with Mycroft, but he couldn't figure out how to "cut off her limited-edition dress."

His first successful revenge on Mycroft was at the age of six.The family was camping in the wild, and he induced Mycroft to pitch the tent on a boulder by the river, and pushed him and the tent into the river in the middle of the night while he was asleep.Although the "river" was less than half a meter deep, he will never forget the sight of Mycroft struggling like a drowning dog.

From then on, they began to torture each other for a lifetime. Mycroft, who was seven years older than him, always had a slight advantage in age, but he didn't get any benefits.The night before Mycroft left for London, he cracked all the defenses on his door, sneaked into his bedroom, and shaved his yin and yang head as a "graduation gift."The "iron barrel-like protection" that Mycroft is proud of is vulnerable...

He was immersed in the memory, and was patted on the shoulder unexpectedly.

"Hey, I thought of how to punish Jessica." Raymond looked at him excitedly, "Tell her the person she secretly likes that she secretly likes him!"

He didn't look up, could this be called revenge?

"This person is - you!" A finger pointed over.

"Funny and convincing," he remarked, eyelids barely moving.

"It's true!" said Raymond hastily, reaching for his book. "Jessica secretly likes you! Gave up on James for that! And now she's holding a copy like you Books. She always speaks well of you at home, and at school."

He dodges easily and turns the page of the book.

"Do you remember the last time you humiliated George Lambert? She brought a little cake baked by Mom to apologize to him." Raymond added.

He looked up at Raymond.

"Well, I made it up," said Raymond defiantly, "but Jessica has really changed a lot, she used to be very grumpy. Do you remember when you first came to my house for dinner? Jessica looked at your eyes, tsk tsk. The moment I put my arms around your neck, her jaw dropped from jealousy. And I said in front of you that there is a photo of James in her locker. At that moment, I felt that she To strip me alive...not because of you, why?"

Of course he remembered that Jessica was still looking for him around the school during that time.

I still don't know why.

He closed the book and asked seriously: "What is 'like'?"

"Haha," Raymond laughed at first, then suddenly remembered something, his eyes became confused and sad, "I don't know...Maybe it's because you really want to stay by that person's side? To him? Want to find every opportunity to be with him? Care about him all the time?"

Someone whose emotional life is a mess always seems unreliable when it comes to talking about it.

He silently recorded Raymond's words in his heart, marking the word "doubtful".

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From the school to the place where my father works, the whole journey is about ten kilometers, and there are 10 paths within three to 54 minutes of walking.He stood in front of the traffic light at the intersection, looking at the seconds on it and calculating the fastest way to go.

When the light came on green, he still chose a longer but quieter road.

Raymond's girlfriend, the ex-girlfriend, finally found his "hiding place". She opened the door rudely, but she started to cry the moment she saw Raymond.He couldn't stand this crying scene, ignored Raymond's help-seeking eyes, grabbed his schoolbag and left.

It's a mess, but as someone with what Raymond calls a "negative score in social skills," he's not destined to be of much help.

After walking a block, I heard the rustling of leaves in the wind.He felt as if something important was resting on his mind.It's rare, he's always been a man of action, procrastination is not his style.

My thoughts turned to Margaret's case. Now that the investigation has reached a deadlock, I can only wait until it is confirmed whether James is suspected or not before making a decision.Kevin is an idiot who can only do manual work.Emma spent most of her time picking on his thorns, without any real help.And Jessica...

His thinking froze for a moment, and he shook his head to let himself continue thinking.

Jessica is a good assistant, not smart enough, but obedient enough, but sometimes she makes a fuss about him as an ignorant child.

He snorted softly and forced himself to turn his attention to the scenery on the side of the road.

This block is more lively than the front one. Two bakeries with similar styles live next to each other, and there is a sweet and greasy aroma.Even the color of the signboard is the same, with red letters on a white background, "NotJust Cakes (not just cakes)" and "SweetasSugars (sweet as sugar)", half of the C of "Cakes" has fallen off, and the other half is hanging precariously there.

It looked like they opened at the same time... He thought about it halfway, then stared unconsciously at the capital J.

If that half-dropped "C" was an "E", the initials would be...

Jess

"jesse"

He was taken aback by his own thoughts.

When was he stupid enough to play with words like this?

And... there is obviously an N in front of it.

More importantly, what does this have to do with him!

He quickened his pace, and he didn't adjust to his normal pace until the air was no longer sweet.For the rest of the journey, he tried his best to keep his head empty and walked to his father's company like a walking dead.

Dad let him sit on the sofa in the office, and explained business to the secretary himself.There was a ray of sunset light through the crack of the door that was not closed tightly, and the sound of typing was intertwined between the grids outside. He imagined a pair of hands dancing quickly on the typewriter. The letters on both sides of the upper and lower rows, but this is not absolute...

Da da.

D...O...

Da da da... da da...

Those hands typed a sentence on the paper, and stretched out to change a line.

"Doesshelikeme (does she like me?)"

He jumped up from the couch.

"Sherlock, what's wrong with you?" Dad looked over in surprise.

"It's nothing." He said perfunctorily, and sat down again.

The pressure put on him by this magical real world made him have to face up to this problem.

Procrastination is not his style.He covered his face, took a deep breath through his fingers, and entered his memory palace.

Soaring and beautiful, it is now a real palace.

Every time he came in, he would proudly look up at this incredible achievement, but this time a huge bubble was suspended in the air, reflecting colorful light on the surface, and there was a sentence on it.

"She likes you, what should you do?"

He stared at the soap bubble in bewilderment.

Suddenly someone poked lightly with a finger, and the soap bubbles disappeared.Suits and ties like decayed antiques—"Mycroft" appeared.

"It's impossible for her to like you." "Mycroft" smiled contemptuously at him, "Who in the world likes you except mom and dad? I don't like you either."

With an irritated wave of his hand, "Mycroft" disappeared.Boring distractions were the last thing he needed right now.

Room 7, locker 469.

He opened those memories about Jessica, and turned to the conclusion page, "The personality has changed drastically, the possibility of split personality disorder is 30.00%, and the possibility of stress traumatic sequelae is [-]%."

nonsense.

Unexpectedly, after a short period of time, his previous conclusions would become so ridiculous.

Now he can only think about the things that are wrong with Jessica all the time, changes in personality, changes in preferences... nothing.

No, not for nothing.

"She looks for you everywhere, looking for every opportunity to stay with you," "Macrof" appeared again, standing behind him, and said coldly, "She can't be more tolerant towards you, even more tolerant than my mother." Be patient."

"To shut up."

"You're like a mindless teenager now," said "Mycroft," rather than disappearing as he'd hoped, but more sternly. "Calm down and analyze."

Yes, yes, he wants to analyze.

Love is the result of the joint action of hormones, dopamine and serotonin, but can he test Jessica's dopamine level?

If Raymond said...

Does Jessica want to be with him?Want to give him all the good things?Want to find every opportunity to be with him?Caring about him all the time?

The answers are, it’s hard to say, it seems to be, it’s likely, it looks like.

How to calculate the total probability?Is this independent and identically distributed?

He secretly cursed himself for believing what a drama queen said.

"When you were in elementary school, a little girl with a runny nose confessed to you, remember?" "Macrof" interjected, "That was the only relationship you ever had."

Can't remember, but it doesn't matter.He was going to be driven mad by this question.

He needs to talk to someone.

He pulled himself together to see "Mycroft" half-smile at him.

No, he had to find someone reliable to talk to.