[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"..." He stared in the direction of the fireplace, although he could only see a large sheet, but his attention seemed to be drawn closer to the room from the window.

Seeing Connie beating the glass with a feather duster, covering her mouth and coughing from time to time, rubbing her hands together and shrinking, he suddenly felt that such a scene was very interesting.

As for where is the fun?

I don't know, but he is in a very good mood.

'It just feels right.'

"What's the matter? What are you looking at?" Although Sherlock was used to being stared at, it was the first time for him to laugh while watching.

Connie looked at the quilt, glanced at it again and again, but still couldn't get where the joke was.

"You are very suitable for this job." He nodded affirmatively and said, as if he was very satisfied with the picture.

"..." If she didn't know a little bit about his character, she would really think he was mocking her!

"Thank you..." Her mouth was half opened and then closed, she really couldn't say thank you.

"Next week is the exam time for St. Paul's Girls' High School. How are you preparing?" Sherlock suddenly changed his style.

Connie was taken aback for a moment, and then she was shocked: "Next week!"

Looking back to find the calendar, there is a black brick head on.

"Wow!" Connie screamed with a muffled sound, and the BlackBerry slipped from above her head into her arms.

"School will start in early February. Today is January 2th. The exam is scheduled for the 1th. What do you think?"

Connie looked down at January NO.18 on the calendar, and suddenly felt that things were right and wrong.

In her impression, Christmas has just passed, and nearly 3 weeks have passed so quickly... Is it really too happy to be with Alex...

"AH!!!!!!" With a scream, the feather duster in Connie's hand immediately flew into the sky. In a breath, the door on the second floor opened and closed, and there was a "click", and Sherlock was the only one left in the room. silhouette.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps on the stairs, and as the downstairs door was closed tightly, the feather duster in midair also landed on Sherlock's long legs.

His slender hands unhurriedly picked up the feather duster and plucked out a feather from it. His eyes looked at the door that was half-open due to the elasticity, and a very obvious smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

St. Paul's Girls' School is a girls' middle school in London, England, and one of the nine public schools in the UK. It is a private day school for girls.

Although the tuition fees are extremely expensive, her education is also well-known in London, and the diversity of subjects almost dominates other middle schools. No matter in terms of geographical location or school quality, she is Connie's first choice, and even though she is a noble School, this school is much more friendly and polite than other noble schools, and the students in it don't have the same unpopular habits as those nobles.

The only bad thing is what Connie was worried about at the beginning. The tuition fee is a terrible figure for her.

Although Mrs. Hudson’s ex-husband left her property, and she always said that she would pay for her studies, but more than 2 pounds a school year, that’s 10,000+ RMB, and it’s only one year. In the previous life, even if it was Three colleges are enough for her to study for four years.

But everything is still possible.

For example, St. Paul has set up the top three in the annual entrance examination, and they can get a reward of halving the tuition and miscellaneous fees, and those who win this award must have a residence in London-this is what Connie wants to thank Mrs. Hudson.

After the halving, although it is still a relatively large amount, won't she be able to go to work when she is a little older? Of course, these are her plans before Sherlock appeared.

After Sherlock appeared, although her life was more dangerous, it was not without any benefits—for example, didn't she get a job?

And Mrs. Hudson also has Mr. Henry's care, which means that after she goes to school, she doesn't have to take care of Mrs. Hudson's three meals a day. Thinking about it, Henry will definitely not let Mrs. Hudson go hungry or eat her cooking Those poisonous hands that hurt the heart and lungs and spleen.

Because of the help of people around her, her gray income seems to be quite considerable.

Maybe you can go to a nearby convenience store or find an hourly job in the library on campus.

Looking at the overall situation, the current situation is very bright compared to before!

As long as she maintains her annual test scores among the top three in the school, she can go directly to high school when she reaches high school. Not only does she not have the pressure to go to school, but high school will be rewarded with the No.1 tuition fee waiver!

Of course, all of this is based on the fact that her studies are getting better and better!

The most basic premise is that she has to be admitted to this middle school!

Although she has been preparing for this for almost half a year, at this moment, Connie is still nervous.

There are seven entrance exams. In addition to mathematics, English, and science (including physics, chemistry, and biology), which are required in general schools, there are logic questions and intellectual questions.

Many schools will use logic questions instead of science questions, but St. Paul's has to take both kinds of questions, and it accounts for a large proportion of intellectual questions. Most of these questions are given by the teachers who stayed at the high school. The more tricky question is to examine the thinking of the students, and the students who are too rigid will be a little dangerous.

Connie was most worried about this.

In her previous life, she was a child of exam-oriented education. Although her temperament was wild since she was a child, and she was a little different from her classmates, she was still quite worried about this aspect.

But for the other six subjects, she was less worried.

She once went to learn about English, mathematics, and science in the high school—then she skipped worrying, and directly practiced with a small book, except for maintaining the habit of doing some problems from time to time, In fact, there is no need to worry too much, but she feels that mentality is still very important, so she has been pulling herself - who made her suffer from the system that she used to suffer as soon as she bluffed.

For the rest of the puzzles, she doesn't have a clear direction. The questions are all kept secret. At most, she can only find some tricky games on the Internet to practice her thinking in a humble learning state—you know None of the students can learn this beforehand.

After a period of time, Connie gradually got used to it. At least in this point, everyone is equal, and intelligence is something that depends on innateness. So she kept this rhythm, and she has been coming here very smoothly.

However, who knew she was captured by Moriarty.

Such an excellent rhythm was interrupted on Christmas Day!

What's even worse is that after going to the United States, she completely forgot about this matter.

If it wasn't for Sherlock's reminder, she wouldn't have remembered it at this time!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! !

In the middle of the night, Sherlock couldn't sleep and got up to make coffee, and the cup was still drying by the fireplace. At most, he got up to add some firewood, and the rest of the time he lay on the sofa in a daze.

The reason for not bothering Connie is that he feels that he should be more humane and let her go these days.

After all, going to school is still very important for a child with her intelligence.

However, his kindness obviously didn't help much.

On the stairs, he saw Connie pouring coffee, her eyes were bright and frightening, but also a little fierce.

Like a little leopard about to go to war.

At this moment, he seemed to see the claws and claws that she let go of all her defenses for the first time.

Although this may only be a fraction.

But I have to say that Sherlock is still very fresh and satisfied.

This kid can always find something new for him.

Not as good as this boring Baker Street and the criminals who follow a regular pattern, she is never unexpected.

It seems understandable why Moriarty wants her so much...

Connie had just finished brushing her English and math booklets, her eyelids were heavy, she washed her face with cold water and prepared to drink two cups of coffee before continuing to hug the corner.

Stay up for a few days and sleep well for two days, and then go to the exam.

It can be regarded as a copy of the state she used to have when she was in school, and she was treated very differently at all times, and she couldn't help it.

But apparently her night owl regime didn't carry over.

Although she has lived like this for more than ten years, this body has obviously not been trained and adapted by her for more than ten years, and when she came here, she went to bed earlier than when she was in elementary school in her previous life. There are very few times when I can go to bed late, the clock is used to it, and it is really difficult to change it for a while.

So when she was doing the question just now, her eyelids kept fighting.

"Go to sleep, just get up early tomorrow and do it." Sherlock poured a cup of coffee and drank it slowly, looking in good spirits.

Connie looked at his energetic appearance: "How did Sherlock stay so energetic?" She had to look up to see him, because her eyelids could only be kept half-open at this moment.

"People with high IQs sleep less," he said in a serious joke.

Connie: "Hehe..." She's stupid, she's the only one, okay.

His fingers brushed over those books, and the hill-like books made him frown.

Could a brain like hers handle so much practice?

Don't use your brain any more.

"Connie..." It was rare for him to try to persuade her kindly, but she tilted her head and slammed it hard on his arm, the coffee in her hand spilled out and got wet.

Lowering her head again, she had already fallen asleep like a pig, and she seemed to be snoring slightly.

"..." Suddenly, I felt my brain twitch.

After a while, he put down the coffee, turned his right hand to support her neck, turned his left hand across her knee, bent over and stood up, and hugged her.

After covering the person with a quilt, Sherlock frowned and walked out the door, looking at the wet bathrobe, a trace of boredom flashed in his eyes.

"Squeak..." There was a slight sound of the door turning.

Sherlock looked up and saw Henry looking at him in shock, pointing at him tremblingly: "You...you...you beast!"

Sherlock frowned: "What are you talking about?"

Henry looked like he was about to have a heart attack.

Watching Sherlock go upstairs without paying attention, Henry rushed to Connie's door, knocked on the door, but heard snoring from inside.

snort!

His hot, quiet and well-behaved daughter was so tired that she even snored!

Sherlock deserves to be struck by lightning!

What did he do to his good girl! ! !

The author has something to say: oops, oops, I'm very sorry, I didn't update something yesterday, I'll make it up today!

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