[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"Although I was a housewife when Sherlock was very young, I always worried that he was too lonely. Mycroft had been in boarding school and then went to London to go to university. Sherlock never wanted to be with his peers. He's been playing with the kid in the house, he's realized early on that he's different. Later I'll get some [-]- and [-]-year-old teenagers from the neighborhood and tutor him—he'll be mad if it's a babysitter. Even so , He also hates these people very much, tried every means to drive them away, and almost offended the entire community."

——Excerpt from "Interview with Sherlock Holmes"

Jessica brought two cups of tea from downstairs and handed one to Emma.

"Oh, thank you." Emma was lying on the bed flipping through a magazine, but apparently her mind was not on the magazine, she took a sip of tea, "I think, although Holmes is a freak, but for some reason, he looks Pretty believable."

From shock and disbelief at the beginning to complaining that Jessica was hiding from her, to gloating at Eleanor's misfortune, Emma has finally regained her senses.

"I believe him." Jessica nodded, "Although Raymond did that to him, of course, and me... But he is not a talkative person. But, I still don't understand why Raymond would Get involved? Has Eleanor told him all?"

"Come on," Emma sneered, "Eleanor has always claimed that her family is a devout Catholic, and now she and Raymond have nothing... You know, how could she tell Raymond her, Ellie No Saint Carter, taking his sister to suck that thing together? Impossible, she must have found some other reason."

She sat up suddenly, slapped her thigh, and almost spilled the tea, "I see, she must say that Holmes harassed her, was a stalker or something, that's it! Then Raymond just needs to find someone who doesn't like him In other words, football teams don’t need any reason to bully someone, they just do it for fun.”

"Yes," Jessica thought, and took a sip of her tea. "Well—but isn't she afraid that Holmes will tell her secret directly?"

"Maybe, but who would believe it?" Emma shrugged. "Even if Raymond really believed it, Eleanor could push everything on you. Believe me, she can do it."

Jessica had to admit that what Emma said made sense.

"Speaking of which," Emma moved towards her a little bit, resting her chin on one hand, and asked curiously, "Why did you think of pouring Holmes a bucket of water? To be honest, it's not something that makes people shut up." Good idea. And, I mean, why do you care? I bet your parents wouldn't bat an eye at the news."

"Probably... I was frightened at the time." Maybe she was fooled by Eleanor, because the whole thing sounded quite in line with her divine logic - wanting someone to keep a secret?Go bully him.

"I dare say that Eleanor Carter must have wet her pants with fright, haha." Emma rolled on the bed with a smile. It seemed that she and Eleanor really had a long-standing grudge.

The girls chatted for a while longer until the doorbell rang downstairs and Emma's parents came to fetch her.After sending Emma away, Jessica let out a long sigh, and fell on the bed sprawled out. What happened today...is too difficult to describe in words.

When she and Emma passed by the men's bathroom on the first floor, they heard noise and commotion inside.Emma said the boys must have had a new object of ridicule.Jessica somehow had a strong intuition that made her break in regardless of Emma's objections, and saw... Sherlock.

Sherlock Holmes.

He was held up by the collar by Raymond, his curly hair was a little messy, covering his forehead, his eyelids were drooping, and his face was expressionless.She couldn't help but think of Sherlock as a child with the same expression when she was Katie Grant, which usually happened when he was thinking, and then after a while, she would be attacked by all kinds of mischief.

There will be a dead frog in her tea.

Her textbooks would inexplicably turn into other books.

Her homework gets destroyed just right.

Once, he brought her a cup of coffee that smelled weird, and she just added a spoonful of "sugar" and it caused a small "explosion."

Although she didn't want to admit it, there was nothing she could do about it, whether it was Sherlock in his thirties or Sherlock in his teens.The first time she met him as Katie, he sat on a chair in the room watching Born of an Explosion: The Universe Tells Us Its Story, as quiet as an angel, and even smiled politely at her, letting her flattered.And after a while, the angel turned into a demon.

By the way, another time, he gave her a "gift" and told her to open it when she got home.Of course she didn't dare to open it until the "gift" started to spontaneously ignite in a corner of her room, almost igniting the curtains and causing a fire.

At the time, Grandpa laughed and said Sherlock was an "extremely bright kid".

"It's all planned by him," she said, remembering that her grandfather was cutting steak on the dining table, and his manners were as elegant as a nobleman, which was incompatible with their dilapidated house. "Stop before causing real disaster. The perfect threat. Sherlock must know a little bit of psychology, but I have to say, Katie, you're completely screwed by him. I don't know why you need to be his 'tutor'."

"I'm just his nanny." She knew that her grandfather had always disapproved of her continuing to go to Holmes' house, but she had to do so.

Jessica forces herself to disengage from her past memories.

She is Jessica now.

She brought her thoughts back to the present.

So in the bathroom, when Jessica saw the expression on Sherlock's face for the first time, Katie's memory told her that maybe he hadn't learned boxing or something, and he would always find a way to get out.

But she couldn't help it, and threatened Raymond a little, and she dared say he was going mad with rage.

Was Sherlock's nanny after all, Jessica thought to herself, rolling over and burying her head in the pillow.

If Sherlock could see that he saved him, and ignore the past, it would be great to be friends with her.Of course, he has to be enough to let go of the past.

Then Mark's voice came from downstairs.

"Joy, Raymond and I are back."

Ah, she has new troubles.

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"First of all, you're being followed by a freak. If Al hadn't told me, I'd still be in the dark!"

Raymond yelled at Jessica.

He brought a burst of low pressure as soon as he entered the door, and maintained it throughout dinner time.At the dinner table, he still made trouble and told jokes as usual, but as soon as he met Jessica's eyes, his face immediately turned cold, and he turned away with a "hum".

Even Joanna and Mark noticed something was wrong, and they didn't say anything, but used the excuse of going for a walk after dinner to give the siblings some space to work things out on their own.

"Second, you are fucking threatening me because of a stalker!" Raymond circled the room angrily, waving his hands wildly. "What's wrong with you? I'm helping you, okay?! I'm your brother and you're threatening me for a freak! Eleanor says he's been harassing you for ages, do you have the fucking Stockholm Syndrome?" "

"I'm sorry." Jessica apologized obediently.

Emma guessed right, Eleanor did make up a set of lies about being harassed and stalked, but the object of being stalked became Jessica herself...?

So the question now is, should Jessica tell the truth to an angry Raymond?

She regretted that she didn't ask Emma Hunter for her opinion in advance.

Emma was also right about the other point, if Jessica just told Raymond to suck that stuff, it would really be no big deal.Both Joanna and Mark had a lot of crazy history when they were young, and Raymond didn't necessarily tell his parents about it in order to maintain his image as a good brother.The problem is that Eleanor has been with him for nearly two years, and the relationship seems to be very good. She is a little hesitant to directly puncture Raymond's illusion of "I have a perfect girlfriend".

"I'm sorry, I have to make a call." Jessica smiled at him and rushed downstairs without waiting for his reaction.

There was a growl and the sound of pillows being slapped behind him.

"Jessica, I'm going to kill you!!!"

She didn't care about so much, so she directly called Emma's house.

"Should you tell him? Of course not!" Emma seemed to enjoy the feeling that her advice was taken seriously. "I mean, boys don't care what kind of person their girlfriend is, as long as they are beautiful enough." Do you think Raymond cares if Eleanor is a slut? As long as she's a cheerleader and wears a size 6 skirt, she should be the football captain's girlfriend. That's the rule. But if Eleanor Once she knows you told Raymond everything, she'll hate you whether Raymond cares or not."

Jessica shuddered, it was really not a good thing to be targeted by a poisonous snake.

"So, come to think of it, you've said it all, and then what? Eleanor is still Raymond's girlfriend, she's so popular in school, and she said she has a good relationship with your parents. By the way, she And she and Raymond are getting engaged right after graduation?"

What, engagement?

"I don't know," Jessica said vaguely, "Thank you Emma, ​​I really don't know what to do without you."

"Oh—Jessie, at your service anytime, anywhere."

Jessica hung up the phone, went upstairs with two donuts, and found Raymond playing games in her room.

She knocked lightly on the door, and as soon as Raymond saw her, he dropped the gamepad and glared at her.

"I'm sorry," she said before Raymond could speak, "I'm glad you cared about me, but Eleanor was really mistaken, Sherlock wasn't following me."

"Oh?" Raymond stared at her suspiciously, and grabbed another donut directly from her hand, "But you have been very strange these days."

"Uh—that's because after I fell into the water, I experienced everything and felt like I was two years older...that's it." Jessica directly cited this reason for dealing with Emma—it was given to her by Mark inspiration.

"Are you implying that you are one year older than me now?" Raymond's focus is always different from ordinary people, he said dissatisfied, "So you stop me from teaching others because you think you are a big sister, don't you?" ?”

"What? No!" Jessica was both surprised and amused.

"Look at your expression now, it seems that I am making trouble for no reason." Raymond glared at her angrily, "As a real person who is about to grow up, I now officially notify you to leave my room."

As a true psychological adult, Jessica took a deep breath and told herself not to care.

"Okay, I'll go, just don't bother Sherlock anymore—it's the curly-haired boy." Thinking of Sherlock's endless tricks, Jessica kindly dissuaded Raymond for his personal safety.

Jessica turned and closed the door of the room.

Leave him alone to calm down.

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Raymond took a big bite out of the donut and stared hard at the closed door.

After a long time, he said to himself: "Aren't you angry? It's not just something wrong, it's definitely a split personality."

Speaking of which, who is this Sherlock?Let her care so much?

He should talk to his mother, and maybe his father, and decide whether or not to find out about this Sherlock.

Raymond chuckled, and he could just imagine his mother saying, "My baby is grown up, I think he's old enough to have a..."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing out loud anymore.

Suddenly the door opened again, and he almost choked to death on the food in his mouth.

"What are you laughing at?" A head poked out from behind the door, and it turned out to be Jessica with a split personality.

"It's nothing, it has nothing to do with you." He hurriedly put on a serious expression, "What's the matter with you?"

"Just remembered, I heard that you will be engaged to Eleanor as soon as you graduate?"

"What?" He froze for a moment. "No, no no—nothing."

"Oh, all right. Just asking." The door closed again.

"Knock next time!" Raymond yelled at the closed door.

Hmph, without even knocking on the door, who is more mature?

However, even Jesse has heard the "engagement" rumors, what is El thinking?

Raymond felt that he was really busy, not only with his own troubles, but also to make plans for his mentally ill sister.

What he meant was that he was exhausted physically and mentally just keeping his secret.

"secret".

His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help shivering just thinking about this word.