[Comprehensive Classics] Different Jane

"By the way, Jane, there is one thing I want to ask you." Mycroft said.

"what?"

"Remember at dinner at Mrs. Wood's, I mentioned Dr. Electra Oates, do you remember what you said afterwards?"

"Are you talking about aircraft or war?" Of course Jane remembered.

"...well, both. You know Dr. Electra Oates?" Mycroft asked curiously.

"Of course, Dr. Oates is also a frequent visitor to Hogwarts. When he has no time, he often sends students to buy limited desserts. I heard that he is researching flying machines. That's why you came here." Jane slyly said Ask Mycroft, "Let me guess. You want to invite the Ph.D. to join a government project? It's a big project, and it won't be able to achieve anything in decades. And don't we have airships now?"

"Ah, yes, but I don't think hydrogen is reliable, the French are only good at art (the first airship was built by the French brothers Robert), and airships are too slow for the future." Mycroft He tapped his fingers, "All countries are researching more stable, safer and faster aircraft. This is actually not a secret, but it is rare for ordinary people to know."

"I've heard Sherlock talk about hydrogen, which is a flammable gas, so sitting on a hydrogen airship is similar to flying into the sky with a bomb."

Mycroft found Jane's description very interesting, and his thoughts were similar, "Jane Jane, you are much smarter than most men." Mycroft praised, "I regret that you are not a man, but I am glad you Not a man."

Jane: =-=

"If you don't mind, I would like you to do me a favor," said Mycroft. "Can you introduce me to Dr. Oates?"

"...What?" Jane felt that she had heard it wrong. Although she knew Dr. Oates, he didn't know her. How could I introduce him?

Mycroft explained: "Dr. Oates refused all my visit requests. I heard that he has a bad temper and almost no hobbies, except for one thing. Whenever he has time, he will go to Hogwarts for coffee in the afternoon. " Mycroft looked at Jane helplessly, "I have been rejected several times for visiting, so I have to ask you for help."

"But what can I help you with?" Jane didn't understand why.

"I hope you can find a way to help me create an opportunity to meet Dr. Oates." Mycroft's request is difficult to say, but easy to say, Jane thought about it and said: "If you just want to have a chance to meet Dr. It shouldn't be difficult for him, but have you figured out what to do after that?"

"Of course, it's my business after that." Mycroft and Jane reached a consensus.

Jane's method is very simple... just a bit cheap.She launched a new surprise treat at Hogwarts the next day.

Usually Hogwarts surprise snacks are not taken away, the first is that sometimes the snacks themselves are not suitable for take-out, and the second is to prevent people from booking the venue.But there are always exceptions to everything. If you are a loyal customer of Hogwarts, know the rules and have a good reputation, according to Jane's instructions, Ben will pack without causing public anger, and sometimes even leave a few for the guests because of the message.

Dr. Electra Oates is such a loyal customer who came to drink coffee or send students to buy snacks, even in the rain some time ago.

Dr. Oates is in his 50s, and as old as he is, he has been fond of desserts for as long as he has.

Hearing that there was a new snack, Dr. Oates rushed over after class, but was told by Ben that the snack was sold out.Although Dr. Oates regretted it, he had no other choice, so he asked Ben to make a reservation for tomorrow, but Ben told him that due to the pastry chef's personal reasons, the number of new pastries was not enough, so he could not make reservations for the time being.

Dr. Oates is one of the few people who believes that the pastry chef is someone else, because he thinks that such exquisite and unique pastries cannot be made by a country girl like Anna.

Dr. Oates was very annoyed, because this time the snacks were inconvenient to take away, but he has classes tomorrow and the day after class, and it would probably be sold out when he comes back after class.

At this time, a fat tall young man next to him said, "If you don't mind, I can give up my own...I haven't touched it yet."

"Ah? What a shame, don't you want to eat?" Dr. Oates said politely, and pulled the other's plate over with his hand.

"Uh, I came from London to visit a professor, but... anyway, I'm free recently, so I can eat this again tomorrow." The young man frowned slightly, as if distressed.Seeing that Dr. Oates had already started eating, the young man ordered another kind of snack and started to eat it too.

The surprise snack this time is jelly. The sweet jelly is wrapped with unrecognizable pulp, which is very chewy. At the bottom is a mint leaf. After eating, there is still a refreshing mint in your mouth. Dr. Oates thinks The slightly stinging throat from the lecture was relieved.

"Let your pastry chef solve his personal problems quickly, Ben." Dr. Oates wiped his mouth and said to Ben after eating. He doesn't like black coffee. He just came here for dessert. Ignore Mycroft, in his logic, he ate dessert, he paid for it, and he had nothing to do with anyone else.

No problem.

The young man next to him, Mycroft, was still eating dessert slowly. Jane walked over and sat opposite him.

"How?" Jane asked.

"It won't work today." Mycroft wiped the corners of his mouth, but he didn't look depressed.

"Come again tomorrow, will it be a little deliberate?" Jane asked.

"It doesn't matter, it just makes him feel that something is wrong." Mycroft had already planned.

The two sat at the small table next to the counter to discuss the matter of digging and filling Dr. Oates. They were not thick-skinned enough and couldn't bear to roll their eyes upwards, feeling sorry for Dr. Oates mentally.

So poor Dr. Oates did not buy his beloved dessert the next day.

"I met you again, sir. It seems that you are not very lucky." Mycroft pushed a piece of jelly over again, "I will invite you, this time."

Dr. Oates didn't hesitate long, "Uh, well, thanks."

Cannibalism is short-sighted, and Mycroft really got the point this time.

Dr. Oates' skin is obviously not as thick as Mycroft's. He is not very good at answering Mycroft while eating.

"Young man, I remember you said yesterday that you came here to visit some professor? Maybe someone I know." Dr. Oates said.

Just wait for your words.

"Oh, really?" Mycroft's acting skills were good, he showed a hint of surprise like a kid pretending to be mature, and quickly covered it up, "Dr. Oates, Electra Oates, do you know him? "

"Cough, cough, cough..." Dr. Oates choked. He never expected that the person this young man was looking for was himself.

After calming down for a while, Dr. Oates pretended that the other party was not talking about himself, "Of course I know... what can you do with him?"

Mycroft was smug. He knew that Electra Oates had taken the bait.

"Why do you say hooked? It's not a very nice word," Mycroft said to Jane at the dinner table a few days later.

Electra Otsby's imagination was easy to handle, and Mycroft completed the task with his penetrating tongue. In order to thank Jane, he invited Jane out for dinner today.

"Just understand the spirit." Jane forked a piece of lamb chop into her mouth, and tasted it for a while, "Well, the lamb chop here is really good."

"I'm not mistaken, this restaurant is connected with a certain high-ranking military officer. Their dishes add spices from India, which is very exotic...and it is rare in London." Mycroft himself is very appreciate.

"You know all of this?" Jane marveled, Mycroft's intelligence (gossip) ability is quite good, Jane thought to herself.

Mycroft smiled reservedly.

Desserts are here, and Jane cheers up and tastes them well. The desserts of famous restaurants are very good and very distinctive. They don’t look like they’re made of milk, um, they’re delicious~

"Jane." Mycroft put down the spoon and slightly pressed the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and asked Jane, "Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing" is at the Golden Rose Theater tonight. Are you interested?" He took out a pocket watch from his pocket and looked at it. See, "There's plenty of time."

"Ah?" Jane raised her head to react, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" She had to wear a dress to go to the theater, and she thought she was going for a walk after dinner, so she only came out in regular clothes.

"I don't think there is any problem. Didn't you bring gloves? I have another gift for you." Mycroft took out a beautiful velvet box and handed it to Jane.

Jane took it over and opened it. Inside was a small golden hair comb with a small golden moon on it and three pink pearls inlaid inside.

"Gold? It's too expensive." Jane asked suspiciously, "Why did you give me such an expensive thing?"

The smile on Mycroft's face froze for a moment, why in the world are there still silly girls who despise gifts that are too expensive?

Mycroft could only explain: "It's not too expensive, it's a thank you for Dr. Oates' matter. Listen to me, I know you don't think you've helped a lot, but this matter is really important. Compared with this It's really just a small gift, will saying that make you feel a little more at ease?"

Jane raised her eyebrows, "Oh, listening to you say that, I really feel a lot more at ease." She took out her hair comb and looked at it by the candlelight. Such jewelry is not considered exquisite or expensive, but just like this one of the same color. Pink pearls are rare.After confirming it, Jane really accepted the gift with peace of mind. She touched her hair, trying to find a place to put the comb.

"Uh...if you don't mind..." Mycroft reached for the hairbrush, raised his body and carefully inserted the comb into Jane's hair.

Jane touched it worriedly, and the location was right.

"Well, without a mirror, I can only trust your aesthetics and taste." Jane said.

"Then you can rest assured," Mycroft replied.

With such a small piece of jewelry and Jane's long gloves, the ordinary dress seems not so plain.

In fact, as far as Mycroft himself was concerned, Jane didn't need to worry so much. Her youth and beauty were more dazzling than any jewelry.

The author has something to say: Jane: How about your conscience when you deal with the old professor like this?

Mycroft: My conscience is so alive that I even thought about buying a small gift, isn't it nice?

Jane: Nice!