[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

On Wednesday afternoon, 202, Jessica waited quietly in this deserted classroom, but the upcoming meeting with Sherlock made her restless.

Ever since Mycroft walked away with a smile in control of everything on the road last time, she has been in infinite surprise.

Sherlock?Sex drive?Can the two really be connected?

Then she remembered that Sherlock was not the bewildered Baker Street detective in his thirties, but a teenager.Even ordinary teenagers have terrible destructive power, let alone Sherlock.No, no, now we are not talking about destructive power, but... Will he really have the feeling of first love?

If anything, she really wanted to know who that lucky, or unlucky girl was.

Jessica suddenly felt that maybe, maybe, she should tell Sherlock, because he could solve anything, couldn't he?But what was she going to say, "Your brother came to persuade me to stay with you, lest you go down the path of crime"?

Or, "Your brother found out about your crush on a certain girl, but he thought it was me, lol, how embarrassing"?

She sighed and buried her face in her palms in frustration.

"Hey, Jesse."

Jessica looked up to find Joseph standing in the doorway smiling, his school uniform slung over his shoulders and tie loosely tied around his neck.

"Hi!" She straightened her hair, "You're here."

"You're blushing." Joseph stared at her face.

"It's a bit hot here." Jessica fanned the air with her hands without changing her expression.

Joseph didn't say anything else, he put his coat and schoolbag on the empty table casually, stretched his body, and did a few warm-up moves, "So, where's Sherlock?"

"Perhaps in a moment."

"Very well," Joseph nodded solemnly, "I think we can go through the words again, Juliet."

"Of course." Jessica agreed, this is the purpose of her rehearsal with Joseph in advance - imagine forgetting the words in front of Sherlock, what kind of mocking words he will use to dehumanize her.

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When Sherlock arrived, Jessica was stuck on the line "Thanks to the night for covering me with a veil".

"Do you love me? I know you will say 'yes'; and I will believe you, but..." She bit her lower lip and tried to remember, "But..."

"But perhaps your oath was a lie."

A deep voice rang out, but there was no warmth at all, as if it was covered with a thick layer of frost.Jessica couldn't help shivering. She looked towards the door and found Sherlock with a cold face.He put his hands in his pockets, pursed his lips, and his whole body was shrouded in a strong low pressure.

She just forgot a word, why is Sherlock so angry?

"Uh, thanks." Jessica said cautiously, "Come in."

With big strides, Sherlock walked straight to... beside Joseph.He pulled a chair and sat down, facing Joseph's profile, "You can continue."

"..." Jessica recalled for a moment, "But maybe the oath you swore was just a lie. People, people say, for lovers who broke their promise..."

Although Sherlock's oppressive eyes were completely focused on Joseph and did not even look at Jessica, she still couldn't help but her scalp was numb, and she breathed a sigh of relief after stuttering and reciting her lines.

And Joseph seemed to be completely unaffected, and he took it on the ground, "Girl, with this bright and clear moon, its silver light paints the tops of these fruit trees, I swear—"

During this process, Joseph watched her intently, and she peeked at Sherlock from time to time, and Sherlock was looking at Joseph thoughtfully with his chin propped up.

It wasn't until the silence in the room lasted for more than ten seconds that Jessica realized that it was her turn.She turned her gaze back to Joseph, "Sorry. Ah! Don't swear to the moon..."

Uh... She was embarrassed to find that she forgot the words again.

Sherlock kindly gave her a little attention for a while, "Your habitual forgetfulness in 'swearing' makes me wonder if you have some guilty past."

"No, it's just..." Jessica looked between the two in embarrassment, but the troubling situation prevented her from concentrating.

"It's okay, Jesse," Joseph patted her on the shoulder, comforting, "We can get the script out, you can do it."

Sherlock's gaze followed Joseph's hand and finally settled on Jessica.He snorted heavily.

Jessica felt that the self-confidence she had so hard to rebuild under Joseph's comfort was also destroyed.While she was secretly annoyed, Sherlock turned the fire on Joseph again.

"Your perfume smells very good today." Sherlock's sharp eyes pointed directly at Joseph, making this flirting sentence full of gunpowder.

"Thanks," Joseph said calmly, "I know you must be wondering why it smells like real moss instead of a substitute."

"Yes, if it's not you, then whoever is the master perfumer."

"Wendy—my nurse, she's learned this before."

"Then her craftsmanship must be very good." Sherlock leaned forward, staring closely at Joseph's face.

"Thank you, I will tell her." Joseph nodded slightly, then turned to Jessica and said, "It suddenly occurred to me that my grandfather made an appointment with a doctor to come home today. I'm sorry, I have to go."

Jessica hadn't recovered from the back and forth between the two, she nodded subconsciously, "Uh... yes, of course."

"Say hello to Dr. Lecter for me." Sherlock leaned back in the chair leisurely, completely different from the one who was pressing every step of the way just now, and he even smiled, "I will visit him when I have time. "

Joseph paused before leaving, "I will."

*******

"Did you know Joseph's grandfather had Alzheimer's?"

Jessica followed the striding Sherlock, there were still two steps between them, and she had to trot a few steps to maintain side by side.The weird scene just now was still lingering in her mind, and she couldn't help asking Sherlock who hadn't said a word all the way.

"Yes." He said briefly, "Joseph said."

"Then you still ask him to say hello for you? His grandfather may not even remember who you are."

"It seems that Joseph has already told you," Sherlock gave her a meaningful look, "I was there for psychological counseling."

Jessica shrugged and agreed.

"What else did he say? I'm a mental patient who goes crazy anytime, anywhere?"

"He didn't say that..." Jessica smiled uncomfortably.

Joseph is just saying that Sherlock has violent tendencies, which isn't a serious allegation for a self-proclaimed high-functioning sociopath.

"He said you have ptsd." Faced with Sherlock's blazing gaze, Jessica still failed, "and, violent tendencies."

Sure enough, Sherlock didn't have any special reaction, he just sneered disdainfully, "He treats you well."

"What does that mean?" Jessica asked suspiciously.

They had already reached the gate of the school, Sherlock stood at the intersection, and didn't mean to explain, just scribbled: "I should have thought of it... Mycroft reminded me..."

He spoke ramblingly and rapidly, and Jessica heard only the word "McCoff."

"Uh huh——" Jessica struggled, "Nothing can be hidden from Sherlock" "But does he really want to know?" "In case McCoff has other plans" "I should take the initiative" and all kinds of thoughts tangled in the mind.

"What do you want to say?" Sherlock finally came out of his own world and found her hesitation.

"It's just," she bit her lip, "it's nothing."

"Mycroft. It has something to do with McCoff." Sherlock didn't let it go, but stared at her condescendingly.

Jessica hugged her head in pain, "I...you can ask him..."

After finishing speaking, she took a step back and said sincerely: "I can only say, uh... If you have a crush on a girl, I will help, unless you want to kill her... Everything else is fine..."

Sherlock's face sank, his jaw was tense, and there was a storm brewing in his light gray pupils.

Seeing this, Jessica immediately smiled and said, "I never believed a word he said, really."

But Sherlock didn't calm down because of this. On the contrary, he said angrily like a cat with fur: "Uniquely, you made a right decision, he is a damn villain!"

"Okay, okay," Jessica took another step back silently, "You can go and negotiate this matter yourself."

Just leave her alone.

Sherlock scratched his curly hair, still angry, "What the hell did he say? I don't like any girls, any of them!"'

Jessica nearly choked on herself.

"Okay, I see." She held back a smile and responded vaguely, "Any girl."

Sherlock didn't see her efforts at all. Although he didn't have the anger just now, his frown showed that he was not pleased at all.He said with a cold face, "Raymond is waiting for you over there. Goodbye. I wish you a nice day."

Seeing his back with a hint of grief and anger, Jessica couldn't help praying for McCoff in her heart.

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This is a pseudo double update! !Make up the day before yesterday to show innocence_(:з」∠)_

In fact, the Internet was disconnected overnight, so I couldn't watch the drama (cover my face)