[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

All the way from school to home, he walked for 2 hours, his brain was still active, but his legs were almost numb, and he could only feel the crushed stones under his feet squeezing each other.He still remembers the first Christmas when they moved in, when Dad and he paved a cartload of cobblestones into a path, and Mycroft left the house for school a day early—annoying as usual.

Mai, Kao, Fu—the name instantly made him forget what he was supposed to do. As if being dazzled by hatred, he imitated in his mind the appearance of gritting his teeth and pronouncing each syllable, each masseter muscle Like a tight bow, the jaw hardly moves, and the blasting sound is like a bullet that has gone off, until the lower lip is grazed by the front teeth.

Mai, Kao, Fu.

Every time, when he finally, finally found something to do, he was disturbed by uninterested people.

Last time it was Raymond, this time it was McCaw.

Can't they take their Jessica and stay away?

He kicked a pebble far away irritably, watched it bounce twice, and finally landed at the feet of a man in navy blue trousers and black Oxford shoes.

"It looks like someone is very emotional," Mycroft stood at the door with a briefcase in hand, "but kicking stones won't solve the problem."

"Why are you still here?" He stared at the creases on the corners of Mycroft's mouth due to suppressed smiles, almost unable to control his urge to kill.

"This is really hurtful," Mycroft held his chest exaggeratedly, "Is this how you thank your brother who thinks of you in everything?"

Seeing the person in front of him take it for granted and without guilt, he felt like he could explode at any time.

"You admit that you..." He gritted his teeth, "You went to find Jessica..."

Mycroft spread his hands and showed a hypocritical smile, but he couldn't help it and turned into an uncontrollable laugh, "Hahaha...you should see what you look like now, it's just...I really want to take a picture and hang it on my bed head……"

At that time, he should not have just shaved half of the man's hair, but should have let him evaporate.

"Hahaha..." Mycroft laughed for a while before he stopped, it was hard to believe that someone who could only fake a smile could make such a continuous and loud laugh.He took out a handkerchief and wiped away his tears. "Oh my God, it's a miracle you didn't jump on me and hit me."

"...So don't you explain?" He squeezed the words through his teeth.

Mycroft gave him a surprised look, obviously taking it as a sign of weakness - the smug and arrogant look said it all.

"Today is a miracle day," Mycroft slowly put the handkerchief back into his jacket pocket before raising his head to face him, "otherwise you are a fake Sherlock, but as far as I understand, neither is it. You are a Sherlock, who is restless in adolescence, who would have thought of it?"

Mycroft laughed again and shook his head, "So I helped you, even if you will hate me for it, I don't care."

"What do you mean 'helped me'?" he said stiffly. "What did you tell her?"

"Is your mind still spinning, Xiali?" Mycroft showed a look of pity, "Poor boy, I lost my mind because of love... Anyway, I put the dignity of the Holmes family aside and almost knelt down Ask the angel on earth who can save you—Miss Jessica Harris—to renounce the priesthood of heaven and free you from the pangs of unrequited love..."

"What?!" He felt the muscles on his face start to swell, "Did you make a mistake?"

McCoff touched his chin and thought for a while, "That's right, it's Jessica Harris, not someone else."

"I'm not saying you've got the wrong person...I'm saying..." His voice trailed off.

Even to the hell-deserving Mycroft, it was a bit difficult to speak.

"Didn't you say you don't like Jessica?" Mycroft stared, "I've confirmed it with Dad."

...Excellent, Dad.

He took a deep breath and took a few steps forward until he could meet Mycroft's eyes.

"I don't like Jessica, or any other girl," he looked at McCoff without blinking, "so don't worry about it."

"Impossible," Mycroft didn't even frown, "Even though I went to an all-boys boarding school, I know that Jessica Harris is definitely the popular type, and she's very special to you, and so are you. .”

"I..." He stuck for a moment, but immediately recovered, "I only know that I will not do anything that will destroy my sanity and kill my fighting spirit."

"Well—" Mycroft nodded unexpectedly, "This one is good, next one."

"...I'm not telling lies, Mycroft." His teeth were creaking, and all he wanted was to punch the person opposite him.

"Hmm." Mycroft waved his hand nonchalantly, straightened his collar, "My secretary is here, it's time to go."

He watched Mycroft stepping on the gravel road, clenching his fists, and he was vacillating between explaining and simply beating McCoff to shut up. McCoff suddenly turned around.

"Think about it," Mycroft bit the word hard, "think about it, Sherlock. You'll find I was right, your heart is no longer in your chest. And I'm glad you're this Look, although it’s a bit stupid, but Mom and Dad live in this place where no shit is done to make you like this—a flesh and blood,” Mycroft curled his lips, “The price for a normal person with flesh and blood is to become more stupid."

lie.nonsense.

His heart was right where it was supposed to be, pounding, and he could even hear the sound of contraction and expansion.

He pursed his lips, and Mycroft gave a feigned sigh, got into the car, and finally stayed away from him for many months to come.

But when the passing car disappeared and he turned to move forward, Mycroft's haunting voice drilled into his brain against his cochlea.

"Think about it, Sherlock."

*****

When Jessica got home, she felt like her head was going to explode.

Since she became the only person in the family who knew Raymond's sexual orientation for the time being, she was entangled with tens of thousands of questions about coming out every day.It was the same thing today in the car, with Raymond once again making no new arguments on the exact same issues.It's easy to understand that he doesn't plan to make it public in school for the time being.As for the future, we will talk about it later.And Raymond's main topic of concern today was, if he and Harry married - yes, he had thought of marriage - then what?

Jessica was shocked by his jumping thinking all the time along the way, and was still in a trance when she got home.

"What a pity my genes don't fit with Harry's," Raymond continued babbling as he opened the door with the key. "I'm sure our baby will do well."

"Uh... um..." Jessica said vaguely, "That's going to be fine."

Raymond glanced at her dissatisfied, "You have been so absent-minded since you separated from Sherlock at the school gate."

"Uh, is it?"

Jessica thought about it, maybe she was really absent-minded.At first, it was because she thought of Sherlock's weird attitude and meaningful comments towards Joseph today, which made her feel a little uneasy.But before she could figure it out, she was completely defeated by Raymond's "Today's Topic".

"One hundred percent yes," Raymond tossed the keys aside, walked straight into the living room, collapsed on the sofa, and continued inarticulately, "but I fully understand you, coming from someone who also fell in love .”

Jessica rolled her eyes as she put down her schoolbag.I do not know when, Raymond fell in love with Sherlock to make fun of her activities.Too bad she couldn't prove that she didn't think so by staying away from Sherlock.

"So I don't understand why you haven't told him," his voice came from behind the sofa, "although...hehe, it won't be a surprise, but I think the chances of Sherlock agreeing are still very high."

"I don't think so," Jessica gave up denying it after countless invalid explanations, and simply followed his words, "Sherlock is not a normal person, and you will never guess what he really thinks."

"No, no, no," Raymond sat up, his chin resting between his arms, "you don't understand men's thinking. Sherlock is a man, and he is a straight man. From my experience, you only need to catch a straight man Weaknesses...for example, the organs they don't have...it's a fatal attraction."

"..."

If that was the case - and just those pictures - ten Sherlocks would have bowed to her pomegranate dress.But instead of being like this in reality, Sherlock is even more moody.

Thinking of this, Jessica pouted, went to the kitchen and took a big gulp of orange juice.

By the way, she must not let Raymond find this out, otherwise there will be no peace.

"Would you like to try sending Sherlock a nude photo?" Unexpectedly, Raymond chased him to the kitchen, excited as if he had discovered a new world, "It's a good idea, isn't it?"

Jessica squirted out a mouthful of juice.

"So... so it's you..." She coughed so hard that she couldn't straighten up.

"What's wrong with me?" Raymond opened his eyes innocently, "I think the success rate is very high."

Jessica buried her flushed face in her arms, and barely managed to utter two words, "Get out..."

"Oh, how polite," Raymond said, clutching his chest, "I'm helping you!"

"I don't need it." Jessica managed to calm her breath, "My goal is to be friends with Sherlock, the kind that will last forever."

Raymond smiled meaningfully, looking like he deserved a beating, "I understand, that's what I said to Harry at the beginning."

"You...forget it," Jessica waved her hand and said as she walked towards the door, "As long as you don't talk nonsense in front of Sherlock, you can say whatever you want."

"Uh...haha."

Jessica felt dizzy from these two awkward laughs, and couldn't help but stop.She turned suspiciously.

Raymond scratched his head and grinned silly.

"What does that mean?" she asked sullenly.

"I forgot when..." Raymond rubbed his hands, "I told Sherlock that you have a crush on him..."

Like a bolt from the blue, Jessica felt that she wanted to die with Raymond.

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