[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

After recalling and reflecting on the entire conversation just now, Connie still didn't understand where she said something wrong and made Sherlock angry.

And after reflection, what followed was the dying anger in her heart.

#Dying to breathe or something is really weak enough#

She had no idea why Sherlock was angry.

And why is she worrying as if she committed a heinous crime?

Looking at the half-open door, Connie didn't go up to ask Sherlock why.

Not only because he couldn't tell if asked, but he would probably use words that she only half understood to taunt her severely.

Even more because she is also angry now!

Picking up the second book, she tore out a box of chocolates, threw one into her mouth, and glanced at each word viciously.

Early the next morning, Connie woke up trembling.

Sleepy, she's still young.

However, also a child.

The main reason is that she made double skin milk last night and it hurt...

Looking at the closed door while making coffee after breakfast, Connie hesitated for a moment, and placed the brewed coffee at the door of Sherlock's room.

#She is angry now! #

It wasn't awkward, but when she walked to the door, she was a little at a loss. Finally, she hesitated, put the coffee at the door, and went out with a ready lunch and double skin milk.

Almost as soon as the door closed, the door on the second floor opened.

The slow "squeak" sound carried a sense of leisure.

What appeared in front of the door was a pair of fair feet.

The blue bag hangs down to his knees, dangling.

The person behind the door stood still for a while, then squatted down and picked up the tray.

The door closed again.

There was a slight rustling of wood in the room.

After the bang, there was no sound in the room.

Sherlock in the room stood barefoot in front of the window. In the warm room, the cold wind outside the window kept blowing in, hitting his chin and chest. Affects his straight stance.

In the cold wind, a smaller figure was carrying a heavy-looking schoolbag and a huge box in his hand.

The light in the pupils flickered on and off until the figure disappeared into the distance before stepping back from the carved window.

Facing the light rain that started to fall halfway, Connie did a rare strenuous exercise.

When Xiao ran into the classroom, he arrived 10 minutes earlier than usual.

But Spencer had obviously arrived early, and she was sitting in her seat, reading a book.

Connie walked over and took a look.

Too loud and lonely.

(⊙o⊙)

Sounds like an awesome name...

"What book is this?" Connie asked shamelessly.

"My mother likes the book written by Han Jia, a packer, so I borrowed it to read..."

"Oh." Connie nodded.

"It is said that it took him 20 years, I am surprised..."

Connie's eyes lit up: "Such a long time? It must be very deep!"

"I'm surprised that he spent 20 years writing a love story, which is enough for him to talk about a hundred loves. He really is a single dog who can't be saved for a thousand years."

"..."

"Although the writing is very good..."

"..."

"But it's too miserable to think about it, tsk tsk..."

"..."

"By the way, where's my Shuangpi Nai?"

Looking at the big box in Connie's hand, she opened her eyes: "Is that why you brought it here from home?"

In Spencer's eyes, this box could crush Connie to death.

Connie opened the lid of the box and handed a large portion of Double Skin Milk to Spencer, smiling brightly with her.

Then one by one, the Shuangpi Nai was delivered to the seats of the students.

Many students in the classroom had already come, and they also helped Connie distribute it.

But it was over in 1 minute.

Connie glanced at the timetable. The technical class was the third class. Alinda should not have come so early, so she put her copy in the drawer first.