[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

It wasn't until lunch time that Jessica finally found a suitable opportunity to continue the topic she was most concerned about at the moment.

"So, do you think I was wrong about Sherlock Holmes?" she asked in as nondescript a way as she could.

"Of course," Emma let go a lot after being touched by Jessica in the morning, and was more willing to express her opinion, "I mean, you poured a bucket of water with paint on his head, I I mean, a whole barrel."

She also widened her eyes and gestured with the hand holding the fork.

Jessica almost spits out her drink.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... why would I do this?" She blushed from the choking, and said in a low voice.

Emma saw her waving her hand to show that she was fine, so she began to persuade her self-consciously, "I can't understand why you did this, this is campus bullying, isn't it?"

She looked at Jessica's face anxiously, and then said, "I believe you must have a reason for doing this, but last time Kevin said that although the curly hair is a freak and a nerd, it's best Stay away from him, because it's terrible for a freak to go mad. I think he must have had something to do with Holmes, but he won't say anything about it. So, we—and Anne Jones—had cleaned up There are so many female cousins, it’s no big deal, but that freak, do you still remember that he could have dodged it, or punched you, he was a head taller than you! I’ve been worried..."

Emma was still talking about how worried she was about the reprisals they might resort to, and Jessica had started to fugue.

God, Jessica.

Who would have thought that one day she could bully Sherlock Holmes?In her last life, she was nearly 6 years older than Sherlock, and her real age was even older. She didn't even dare to go against his will even if he was a little kid!But now, she poured a bucket of water on his head, and he didn't resist at all!

This is also... amazing.Jessica suppressed the inappropriate excitement in her heart. After all, strictly speaking, she did not do it herself—she didn’t have such courage at all, and she would never have such courage in the foreseeable future. On the contrary, she still has to bear it now. possible consequences of this.

Jessica patted her head when she thought of this, Emma's worry was not superfluous.

She wasn't afraid of Sherlock's cruel retaliation, but if it affected their future friendship, the loss outweighed the gain.

The most important question is, why on earth is she bullying Sherlock?

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The dining room was as noisy as ever, but it was a comfortable noise that allowed him to hide in it and observe it at the same time.

The northwest corner is also reserved for the football team, except for the cheerleading girlfriend of the football captain, the four tables are all male players.It may be a way for the alpha male to express his leadership in the group, only he has the privilege of being the companion of the females.Maybe it’s because no one else has a girlfriend, oh no, judging from the folds of the clothes, the wet water stains and the frequent looks in the eyes of other tables, the blue and white striped shirt has just made out with a brown-haired woman in the bathroom.

Brown hair—about two or three tables away—if he guessed correctly, it was this girl with a round face and erratic eyes. He couldn't see the details clearly from a distance, but he clearly remembered that this girl with a round face was her The girlfriend of the red-haired boy sitting opposite, they often kiss at the school gate.The red-haired boy, oh, the red-haired boy tugged on his t-shirt to reveal the hickey on his shoulder, which, judging by the color, took place in less than an hour.The marks on his sleeve indicated that his last class in the morning was a chemistry experiment, and he stayed to sort out the lab supplies.Based on their current food balance and eating speed, the round-faced girl arrived ten to fifteen minutes earlier than him, and it was after making out with someone else in the bathroom.The location of the hickey...

Distance always makes people miss some key points, and he intends to stop continuing hasty reasoning.It's just that although he never draws conclusions lightly, it is a fact out of ten that this couple had different dreams at the same "table".

Since deduction became his hobby and the only way to pass the boring school time, he always found some incredible facts.Yes, everyone has secrets, and many of them shock him with their inconsistencies, yet most of them, driven by emotions, emotions, and primal desires, baffle him.For example, he simply doesn't understand why the couple who are in love with each other still want to maintain this relationship.

"You should read some literature," he recalled McCoff telling him once, "or find a girl in a relationship."

Maybe McCoff is right, but that doesn't mean he will refer to McCoff's opinion. Since when did McCoff feel that he would refer to his opinion?As if he could read more than three lines of Pride and Prejudice.

And he'd bet he couldn't either.

He withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, casually stuffed a few mouthfuls of food, the northwest corner was still bustling, and this was another thing he never understood - team sports, or in other words, groups, derivatives, all group activities.He can see the class of each person in it, and every group of more than five people will have a class and the relationship between them-competition, win-win, comparison, and he can even know a little bit about the thoughts of most people , but the only thing I can't figure out is why so many people are eager to join this complex group, and even enjoy being the oppressed bottom?

He scanned the happy-looking faces.Their leader was telling some jokes, the core members closest to him were very supportive, and the only female eyes followed him all the time.

No, not all the time, the only female pretended to be casual and glanced at him

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He is not very good at reading eyes, maybe he should learn to make up for it with micro-expressions, but there are not many studies on this at present... Even so, he can still see the indifference and malice in that look.

He immediately thought of the reason, and subconsciously patrolled the bustling restaurant.

Another potentially related individual was not identified.

He lowered his head, scratched the fries on the plate with a fork, and deduced it in his mind.

He enjoyed the sensation of his own brain racing, and could hear the parts crunching and rattling from the speed, like the old antique clock in the attic of Musgrave Hall where he lived with his parents as a child.He preset 59 possible scenarios and screened 32 feasible plans. He didn't know much about the football captain's girlfriend, so he applied the behavior pattern of ordinary adolescent girls and made [-] other contingency plans.

Rational, plus emotional.He enjoyed the feeling of being in control.

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The men's room on the ground floor of the main building at Holmes Chapel Comprehensive School is a frequent site of school bullying.It's on the westernmost side, very close to the stairwell. If the dean finds it, you can go upstairs in time to escape.

However, this is the only advantage.

He was pushed to the ground so hard that his back hit the cold tiles.People around are laughing.

Why did they still choose this place as a place for bullying?Most of the victims have already learned to walk around here, and the dean of training often comes to make inspections. The lockers here are very close, and it is easy for others to hear the movement here, and for almost the entire football team in front of them, this place is also Too cramped.

He glanced at everyone, and saw the football captain's girlfriend, standing at the end of the crowd, arms folded, like a bystander, watching all this coldly.

So, why is she doing this?

She wanted him to shut up, to keep his secret, in countless ways.She chose to push him to the ground where he might reveal his secret at any time, let alone a group of people here.

It's so stupid.

He still underestimated how stupid she was, thinking that as the only female with status in the group, she should have a mind that rivaled her.

The football captain appeared, motioned for the person who pushed him to get out of the way, came to him himself, grabbed him by the collar, lifted him from the ground, and pushed him against the wall.

"Damn freak," said the football captain viciously.

This is a fool driven by fools.

"Do you know how ridiculous your curly hair is?"

Is this his girlfriend's reason for convincing him to pin a guy against a wall?Because you don't like the guy's hairstyle?

"We should cut his stupid hair later!" The others started laughing and yelling the gibberish.

Individuals with a lower class in the collective never let go of any opportunity to express themselves.

"You don't look too scared, do you?" The football captain showed interest, but his hands tightened even more.

Everyone has a secret. As one of the vortex centers of interpersonal relationships on campus, the secrets of the football captain are almost obvious to him, but there may be one that is important enough to make him stop.

"Listen," the football captain tiptoed closer to his ear, lowering his voice, "stay away from Jessica, understand?"

Jessica -

This is the real reason.

When he thought he should say something, a timid female voice suddenly came from the bathroom door.

"Uh... hey, Raymond."

The hand on the collar was loosened, and he looked towards the door. There were two girls in the same grade as him, and the one who spoke was the brown-haired girl.

The brown-haired girl mouthed the football captain, which looked like "car" and "mother", which stopped the football captain who was about to say something.

"I see Mr. Elliot coming this way," said the brown-haired girl firmly. "You should go now."

The soccer captain looks annoyed, but pulls his hesitant girlfriend away.Others followed them, and after a while the whole room became empty, as if the crowd just now was just an illusion.

He messed up his collar and patted the dust off his body.

"Are you... okay?" The brown-haired girl looked nervous, her blue eyes staring at him.

She was Jessica, who spilled paint on him last time, and this time her brother pushed him against the wall for her.

He didn't want to answer the obvious question, he wasn't well, his hands were bruised and his head was a little sore.But he just tidied up his clothes and walked out,

Passing Jessica standing at the door, he saw her tugging at his skirt uncomfortably out of the corner of his eye.

Her aura was completely different from last time.

He took two steps outside the door before turning around and staring into her blue eyes.

"I won't tell others." He saw doubts slowly appearing in her eyes, "I don't know why you suddenly appeared here, maybe it was a play you performed together."

He quickly scanned the two girls from beginning to end.

"Sorry, my fault. You should just be passing by."

This is obvious, the book in hand, the dust on the shoes, the makeup that has just been applied.

"Maybe I should thank you according to social etiquette, but you should want to hear my promise more. I think this is the main reason why this happened. So, I will not say it."

The blond girl looked at him puzzled, then at Jessica.

Jessica tried her best to control her expression, but her eyes were still full of confusion.

What is she confused about?She clearly knew why all this happened.

"You won't tell... what?" She asked in a low voice, and quickly added, "Just to make sure."

"I won't tell," he said patiently, "that you and the football captain's girlfriend, in the little room at the end of the locker room, smoked contraband."

The blond girl exclaimed, quickly covered her mouth with both hands, and looked at Jessica in shock.

Jessica covered her face with her hands the moment she heard it, and turned her body slightly.

"Thank you." She said sullenly.

Her reaction was always a little weird, but after what happened just now, he had given up trying to guess the psychology of the adolescent girl.

He left without looking back.