[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

What happened to Joseph?

Jessica couldn't restrain her curiosity, her eyes were still staring out of the window, and she slapped Raymond with her other hand, "Stop! Stop!"

"What the hell?" Raymond waved her hand away, followed her gaze, exclaimed suddenly, "Oh—look who's there! Sherlock! And who's going to get out of the car?"

"Not now, Raymond," Jessica raised her forehead, "there's serious business here!"

"Okay, okay," Raymond said, grinning, "I believe you."

He pulled the car over to the side of the road, winked and said "I wish you a long way" jokingly.Jessica gave him a warning look, got out of the car in a hurry, and ran a few steps towards the place where Sherlock and Joseph were, and saw Joseph smiled from a distance, and held out a hand to Sherlock. hand.

Jessica couldn't see Sherlock's expression, only his motionless back.The smile on Joseph's face never faded, he said something again, and stretched out his hand stubbornly, and after about a long second, Sherlock held it.

It doesn't look like the meaning of shaking hands and making peace.

Then Joseph patted Sherlock on the shoulder and left with a smile on his face.Sherlock stood where he was, not moving, looking frustrated for some reason.After a while, he turned around and saw Jessica who was about to run away.

"What are you doing here?" Sherlock's face sank like water.

"Hmm... go to school," Jessica murmured, not daring to look at his face, "like everyone else here."

She obediently waited for Sherlock to relentlessly expose her lies, said a lot of how you usually go, where you are supposed to be, what you should have done in terms of time, and then gave her an extremely contemptuous She knew that her position as a "liar" in Sherlock's heart had not been shaken.

However, Sherlock just gave her a non-threatening look, and walked towards the door with his legs open.

Maybe it's a trade-off.Sherlock, who seemed to be in a low mood, gave Jessica great courage. She chased after him and asked cheekily, "What did you just... say to Joseph?"

"About art appreciation class this afternoon." Sherlock said blankly.

Jessica was a little surprised by his cooperation, and felt that something was wrong, "Okay...is this the only one?"

"And his grandfather." Sherlock said a few words without any emotion.

Jessica looked at his tightly pursed lips and sunken browbones, and couldn't help feeling a little panicked.

"Are you okay?" she said carefully. "If there's anything wrong, tell me, okay?"

The sun shines on Sherlock's face through the gaps in the leaves, and is cut into misplaced spots by the tight line of his jaw.His facial features were changing from light to dark, and Jessica's mood also fluctuated accordingly. She wanted to grab Sherlock's sleeve nervously.But for a moment, he seemed to be back to normal again.

"I'm fine," he said, "nothing is wrong."

"Sherlock..." Jessica called out in a low voice, but Sherlock stubbornly remained silent.

"Well," she gave up, "only... if it's because of Joseph..."

She didn't know what kind of result she was expecting, whether it was Jasmine or the current Jessica, Joseph meant something special to her, but if Sherlock had any opinion of him...

Jessica had to admit that Sherlock never had an opinion on someone for no reason.She looked up, staring into Sherlock's eyes, waiting for an answer.

"No," said Sherlock flatly, "at first it was, but now I don't know."

Jessica breathed a sigh of relief, "That would be great."

Sherlock seemed to glance at her, but also didn't seem to.

At this point they had already reached the locker, and Sherlock stopped in a gentlemanly manner, as if waiting for her to leave first.But Jessica hesitated standing there.Rarely, Sherlock neither urged nor walked away, but waited patiently, watching her from top to bottom with half-lidded eyelids.

Jessica didn't know why Sherlock had such a good temper today, but her instinct told her that she should seize this opportunity, even if it would be completely reckless.

"I don't know what happened between you and Joseph, but I believe you can handle it yourself." She looked down at her toes and said before Sherlock got impatient, "It just occurred to me that... Remember, well, Raymond said earlier, about me... you?"

After she finished talking, she didn't know what she was doing.

"Can not remember."

An indifferent voice came from above, she froze for a moment, Sherlock had already left without looking back, his tall and thin figure was out of place in the bustling corridor.

Why do you seem to be angry again?

***

The art appreciation class in the afternoon went well, Jessica and Joseph cooperated very well, and in order to prevent Sherlock from being too invisible, Jessica added an astonishingly long and extremely complicated narration to him at the beginning—— Of course, there is no difficulty for Sherlock's memory, but it still makes the new female teacher very impressed with the group.

After class, the excited crowd poured out—this was the last exam for many people—and blocked the doors of the classroom.Joseph had already left early because of family matters.Jessica squeezed in the crowd, staring at the back of Sherlock's head in front of her, hesitating between "go to him" and "don't go to him". At this time, God helped her make a choice-she was pushed by an excited boy. Had to lunge forward, hitting Sherlock right on the back.

"Yes, I'm sorry." She struggled to stand still and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

Sherlock frowned and glanced at her, stretched out his arm and fished her out of the pile of people who looked like sardines, grabbed her arm and dragged her aside gently.

Before Jessica could thank her, he spoke.

"You've been staring at me since class," Sherlock said firmly, "now you can say whatever you want."

Jessica felt a flush from being caught, rubbed the back of her neck, and smiled awkwardly.With Raymond, Mycroft, and their words flashing through her mind, she sneaked a look at Sherlock's expression—unfathomably blank—and finally settled on a safe topic.

"I just want to ask you, what are your plans for the summer vacation?"

Of course, this is not entirely convincing. Although it is not the number one question in her mind, she really wants to know.

Sure enough, Sherlock snorted coldly in disdain, and after a second of silence, he actually answered, "Our family will live in the villa in Nice for a while."

"Oh," Jessica said, pretending to empathize with the excitement, "that sounds great!"

"If you want to chat," Sherlock said with a cold glance, "then I'm not sure I'm a good match."

"Uh...Okay," Jessica laughed dryly, "The last question, will your whole family go? How long will you stay?"

"That's two problems but," said Sherlock, "except for Mycroft, the whole summer."

Jessica nodded vigorously, thinking she could just let Sherlock go, lest he be annoyed by this "meaningless nonsense".She was about to say goodbye when she suddenly realized a problem.

A summer vacation is a long time.

Had it been long enough for God to take her soul again, she didn't know, but what if the Sherlocks had just left and she had turned into some local French chick?

"Are you... coming back?" Jessica couldn't help but asked nervously.

"Do not."

Jessica was struck by lightning, and she didn't realize that he was joking until she saw the funny look on Sherlock's face.

"Don't do this next time..." She wanted to cry in her heart, but the consequences of a joke made by a person who never joked would be disastrous.

Sherlock froze for a moment, then said softly, "I'll be back."

There seemed to be a trace of gentleness hidden in his eyes, and he repeated it in a comforting manner. "I will return."

Jessica nodded blankly.

Sherlock's face froze for a moment, he said "goodbye" awkwardly, and left quickly.

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