[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

Since graduating, Weiwei's routine has begun to let herself go_(:3ゝ∠)_

Firstly, there is no class schedule, and secondly, sometimes Sherlock would suddenly wake her up to do homework late at night. After Weiwei's schedule was disrupted, she became more lethargic, and she fell asleep when she found time.

She hasn't woken up at eight o'clock for a long time.

And this day is an exception.

Sherlock looked at a large pile of cosmetics placed next to the microscope on his test bench, and frowned tightly.

Old Parker was so considerate, he just occasionally mentioned that he hadn't taught simple disguise, and the old butler brought all the gadgets he usually used.

The more complicated disguise requires a special process to make a mask. There are many such masks in the old house, and sometimes Sherlock will use them.Sometimes Sherlock directly uses cosmetics and uses optical illusions to confuse others-basically, as long as you are not familiar with Sherlock Holmes himself, it is still easy to deceive.

And what he wants to teach Weiwei is of course not how to make masks - even if she wants to learn, she doesn't have the qualifications or the level.

Shouldn't makeup be a must-have skill for women?Sherlock looked at the liquid foundation jar in front of him and kept his brows still, with a look of bitterness and hatred on his face.

Are his students still not classified as women?What was he going to say to her later?You all graduated?Time to learn to be a woman?

What Sherlock didn't know was that if Vicky knew what was going on in his heart, she would definitely say...

I have graduated, professor, you are not a man...

(?????)

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Ah, damn it, that guy hasn't gotten up yet?I thought she had squirmed into her piggery to sleep last night—assuming it wasn't winter and she wasn't cold-blooded, twelve hours should be enough sleep?

He took out his phone and unexpectedly found that Gaston's social information had been pushed to him.

[Hey, I feel like I'm not used to life after graduation. 】

[I don't even want to get up without the professor waking me up. 】

Damn lazy.

Weiwei is reading Chinese novels under the covers. Since she unlocked her Chinese skills, she has happily started the novel journey.Now she is trying to find some experience from the teacher-student romance.

But think about yourself already graduated.

Maybe it depends on the domineering president's article?

Victoria Mysterious Thought Meyer enthusiastically opened a certain green romance novel website that she had used in her previous life, and happily screened the titles of novels that matched her preferences from the page.

There was no air-conditioning in the room, and Weiwei was still too hot under the thin quilt in her nightgown, so she stretched her arms and legs outside the thin quilt, and lay on her stomach with her arms propped on the bed.

Just when I saw the domineering president was about to push the heroine on the door...

The door opened suddenly.

Um, didn't the door be pushed open and the two fell to the ground for a mischievous kiss?

This nonsensical thought flashed for less than 0.1 second, and at the moment when he realized that the sound of the door opening was not imagination but someone actually opened the door——

The agility of avoiding her parents to read novels was fully revived. The moment the door was pushed open, Weiwei stuffed the phone under the pillow and shrank naturally, pretending that she was still sleeping.

Sherlock looked at her as if she was mentally retarded, similar to the action of a turtle retracting its cute little head into its shell.

Ah yes, probably the eyes of caring for the mentally retarded.

Feeling that it seemed a little cold under her body, Weiwei really wanted to pull the quilt, but she held back, and then suddenly realized, "How can such a simple disguise fool Sherlock Holmes?" So she silently opened her eyes and pulled it away. He pulled the quilt over his bare legs.

Word mother... a little bit shy.

It's more than just a little, Gu Liang, your neck is red.

"You're blushing." Sherlock's tone and movements were exaggerated, and he even gestured at the movement that Weiwei almost picked up the quilt to cover his head just now, "Oh my God, I never thought that such a scene would appear. The graduate student in his hand is playing on his phone in bed and trying to pretend he just woke up?"

His eyes and nose were wrinkled, and his chin seemed to be rapping bit by bit.

"No wonder you're shy about it."

His expression suddenly returned to indifference.

"Within 5 minutes, after washing up, show up at the dining table for me."

"Yes, sir!"

Vivi carp straightened up (or koi straightened up) very energetically and sat up to make a pose comparison.

What was waiting was the sound of Sherlock closing the door.

Weiwei closed her eyes in pain, and before she had time to despair, she fell back on the bed when the door opened again.

"It's time for you to change into a nightdress, Vicky." He only poked his head in, his expression still calm, "It doesn't fit the top and bottom."

Three question marks popped up on Weiwei's head, and she was stunned by the loud sound of Sherlock closing the door.

Doesn't fit right up and down?

Weiwei looked down...

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

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"Four minutes and 45 seconds, not bad, now you have 10 minutes to eat your breakfast that was cold because you slept in - oh no, playing with your phone in bed." Sherlock sat there and read the newspaper , did not give Weiwei a look.

Weiwei is still a little shy.

She sat silently at the dining table, holding the cold oatmeal.

"teach……"

Weiwei just opened his mouth and stopped by himself.

"Sherlock, I mean," Vivi said tactfully, "shouldn't you knock on the door or something before entering the lady's room?"

"I'm assuming you should know, I obviously know you're nestled in the room playing with your phone," Sherlock lowered the height of the newspaper just enough to look at her, "Stupid preferences, I'm assuming you don't have a phone in your phone." A little pet for your entertainment."

He was alluding to Gaston Marco.

However, obviously, Weiwei didn't get this meaning.

"I'm just consolidating my Chinese," she said brazenly, "So Sherlock, I think you should answer my question head-on."

If speaking English with a fake French student studying in China counts as consolidating Chinese.

Sherlock snorted disdainfully, and the mockery in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Of course, he didn't say this directly, but continued to flip through his newspaper: "I really didn't expect that your sensory cognition system gave you the judgment that you are a woman, I mean, from head to toe, you They all look completely undeveloped. Considering what I have taught you, I can barely understand you as a big-headed doll."

He lowered the newspaper again, so that Weiwei could see her expression - a smirk full of disdain and contempt.

"Big-headed doll."

Vivi: ...

Suddenly feel that Sherlock should have seen nothing just now?

"If you're talking about physical secondary sexual characteristics," Sherlock moved the newspaper back so that Vivi couldn't see his face, "I admit that there are, and you should also thank my trainer Your hips have grown by a full four centimeters, considering the shyness of female creatures, I will not report your bust and waist... But in terms of living habits, you are still just a big-headed doll."

Weiwei hardly knew how to behave herself.shy?No, no, you lose if you are shy in this case!

So Weiwei with a big red face (?) took the case——

Then obediently put away the dishes and walked into the kitchen.

Sherlock put down the newspaper, inserted his fingers into the curly hair and fiddled with it in a bit of annoyance.stood up abruptly.

When passing by the kitchen, he threw a sentence: "Wait to the laboratory!"

After washing the dishes, Weiwei wiped her hands and walked towards the laboratory. When she opened the door, she was startled.

"Cosmetics?" She narrowed her eyes in disbelief and raised her voice.

"Since you have no female self-consciousness at all, you don't know much about it," Sherlock's tone was not too good, and his face was not very good-looking, "I didn't expect your hoof, which can only press mobile phones, to learn how delicate it is." Disguise, so today I had to spend a day teaching a makeup class to my ex-students, in order for you to simply dress up as someone else."

"Question!" Weiwei raised her hand obediently, "The words of disguise are not only changing the face, but also changing the voice, temperament and so on. I don't think I can learn it in one day..."

"What do you want to say?"

"Apply for Graduation Deferment!"

Her eyes were shining on him.

Sherlock just looked at her expressionlessly.

Who knew that what he had just seen in her room suddenly appeared in his mind.

After a stalemate for a while, Weiwei's raised hands were a little sore.

"Rejected." Sherlock said lightly, "One day is enough."

One day is enough.

When he was by his side, if there was a real need, he could help her temporarily, but after going to the United States, it probably wouldn't be necessary.Besides, he was only responsible for teaching, and the rest of the practice was her own business.

Weiwei, who had no room for maneuver, just looked at her professor like this—she hadn’t called that for a long time—and conjured up a small blackboard out of nowhere, on which was a high-definition □□ enlarged photo?

???

Sensing Weiwei's surprise, Sherlock asked back, "What's the problem?"

Weiwei on the blackboard sleeps with her eyes closed. Judging from the light, it is not good. It was a candid photo taken when Weiwei was taking a nap.Although Weiwei didn't see it clearly, she always felt that the corners of her eyes must be blurred...

Weiwei suddenly returned to the student mode, and did not dare to refute at all: "No problem, no problem, as long as the professor is happy."

Probably because of the teacher-student model, Sherlock didn't refute the professor's sentence, and didn't force her to call him Sherlock.

"Don't be shy, it's normal for your eyes to produce some secretions when you sleep, I thought you already knew this basic physiological knowledge," Sherlock took out a marker pen that wasn't too thick, " Come sit down, Vicky, for your convenience."

His pen touched her neck.

Of course, it's the neck of the photo on the blackboard that is magnetized, not her(.)

Obviously, next, he will use these photos to teach Weiwei a lesson.

He has a bunch of photos like this.

There are eyes open and eyes closed.

Sometimes I just feel that this guy is a bit stupid. He took many pictures and she didn't notice it once.

And vice versa.

Even in a large classroom with a hundred people.

Weiwei didn't even dare to take a picture of Sherlock once.

There's nothing to say, just nah.