[Comprehensive] Protagonist Survival Plan

Meeting the so-called "big detective" Holmes made Xue Shurong a little uneasy.

She followed Dill into the theater, and the security guard saw that Dill seemed familiar. After a brief exchange between the two, they went backstage.

"It's a pity, if it wasn't for something today, I could have watched the whole performance." Dill shrugged.

His short brown hair was very stiff, and he shook it a few times, looking a little funny.

"Does that classmate work here?"

"In fact, this is a charity performance of their drama club."

"Drama club?"

Dill helped her lift the heavy curtain, and the two of them leaned their heads slightly, and they could see the people performing on the stage.

"Can you see him, the Macbeth..."

"I saw it."

Even though Xue Shurong was a little confused by the sudden plot, she still recognized him at first sight.For no other reason, the young man named Sherlock Holmes was too imposing. He played the role of a proud, conceited, cruel and vicious tyrant to the fullest, and the British-style cadence and aristocratic accent was even more oppressive. Reserved aura.

Xue Shurong has watched the play of "Macbeth", but he has never seen such a unique and dazzling character, as if he is the real Macbeth.

As if feeling being stared at, he suddenly turned his head inadvertently, a pair of indifferent gray eyes pierced straight to this side like needles.

The eyes of the two collided.

She was frightened and subconsciously retracted her head, but accidentally bumped her head against the wall.

"Hiss hurts..."

Xue Shurong hugged her head and squatted down, almost crying because of her stupidity.Dill beside him couldn't hide his smile and teased: "Misha, are you okay? Sherlock has a very keen sixth sense, and he often finds you so suddenly, so don't be scared next time."

"I am fine."

Just take it slow.

Xue Shurong was a little dizzy, rubbed his head for a while and muttered: "What a weirdo."

"Miss, it's not a good habit to speak ill of others behind their backs."

A nasally cadenced low voice sounded from above. It was a very special pronunciation. However, it didn't match the person. His handsome face was expressionless. He was tall, but a little too thin, which made his nose straight. Cheekbones are much more pronounced than normal.

He didn't change his clothes, and just stared at Xue Shurong condescendingly like a king, giving her the illusion of being penetrated.

"Dill, it seems that Mr. Holmes is not as handsome as you say."

Sherlock's somewhat thin lips curled up slightly, and he reached out to her: "Excuse me, Miss Misha, I am Sherlock Holmes."

Xue Shurong was not polite, and stood up by the way.

"Thank you."

To Xue Shurong's surprise, Sherlock is much more powerful than she imagined.He is a chemistry student in his sophomore year at the University of Cambridge. He came here for a period of time as an exchange student. The school where he happened to have had a lot of achievements in psychology and chemistry works.

After the two briefly exchanged a few words, Xue Shurong planned to say goodbye, because the other party looked very busy.

"Let's meet at the gate of the school tomorrow night, and call when the time comes."

"If there are important things in the bag, I suggest you not put them in it."

"……what?"

Sherlock pointed to her shoulder bag: "It will be troublesome if you lose it."

Xue Shurong was startled, and hurriedly opened the bag to search, but found that everything was there, including the wallet, mobile phone, earphones and magic wand, so she looked at him inexplicably: "I didn't lose anything."

"Just a reminder, you're too nervous."

He has been observing Xue Shurong's movements, seeing every detail clearly, including the items she cares about the most.

"..."

Do people with high IQs like to joke like this?

Xue Shurong gave him a sideways glance, but was not angry.It's strange that although the other party's attitude is a bit unreasonable, she doesn't find it annoying.

—Maybe she has encountered too many psychosis.

After Xue Shurong left, Dill squeezed his eyes narrowly and asked Sherlock, "Dude, what's your impression of her? Is there any hormonal throbbing?"

"Very interesting." He gave a rather pertinent evaluation.

Although the hormones were not flooding, the increased adrenaline gradually activated his fatigued nerves after sleepless nights.

The ball was held on the Friday before Christmas, even though there was a cold snowfall a few days ago, there were not a few girls wearing revealing and sexy evening dresses.

As soon as Xue Shurong appeared, he attracted the attention of many students.

She was wearing an ivory white high-waist knee-length taffeta traditional evening dress. Her long black hair was pinned to one side and gently pulled up, revealing an elegant neck like pearls and jade. She was accompanied by shiny simple pearl earrings. Her footsteps swayed slightly, making her small ears white and tender.

The makeup on the clear and beautiful face was very light, only a pair of usually thin lips were painted with a ruddy color, which made the whole person look brighter.

Xue Shurong walked past pretending to be calm, her fair and slender legs dangling between the skirts, and the backless stiletto high heels elongated her lines, making her full of aura in the middle of the generally long legs of European and American people.

"I said that this body is too ostentatious..."

She tugged at the shawl and sighed silently.

Originally, she only planned to buy a random evening dress, but Jarvis's discerning aesthetic helped her decide on this one, and said that "beauty should be exposed, not hidden".Now that she has paid, she is not hypocritical.

The effect of increasing the charm value is quite significant. In the real world, Xue Shurong is only an upper-middle Xiaojiabiyu type. She looks comfortable, but not amazing. Now, the eyes of the people around her tell her that she probably had an accident tonight. want the limelight.

[Charm 1, Prestige 1]

... Well, she admitted it.

At this time, someone came over suddenly, and gentlemanly helped Xue Shurong to block everyone's sight.

"You look beautiful today."

Sherlock's black suit was very decent, he was tall and straight, and his chiseled face under the curly black hair looked a bit cold and reserved.He glanced at Xue Shurong, and praised him without hesitation: "If you lived in the Netherlands in the seventeenth century, maybe there would be your face in Johannes Vermeer's paintings."

Sure enough, it was his style, the way of praising others was so elegant and subtle, Xue Shurong pursed his lips and smiled a little shyly.

"Thank you."

"Misha."

Natasha, who was dressed hot and sexy as always, came with her male partner. The two looked very harmonious, but the other party seemed to be a little inarticulate.

"Natasha, this is my male companion, Barton."

"Misha, my boyfriend Sherlock."

Natasha stared at Sherlock, and asked with a half-smile, "Is this your temporary boyfriend?"

"Yes, but he's nice. By the way, did you see Petunia?"

"She—" Natasha's fingertips painted with bright red nail polish pointed to the auditorium, "she should have been in for a while."

"Oh, thanks."

"Misha."

Natasha held her arm, her green eyes were alluring, and her hoarse voice was provocative: "You are so beautiful tonight."

What responded to her was Xue Shurong's flushed face.

Why is it that a woman is so good at flirting with girls? Could it be that she is single all year round and can't stand the slightest hint?

After the two groups parted, not far away, Sherlock suddenly said lightly: "Please kindly remind me to stay away from her."

"Natasha? Why?" Xue Shurong looked puzzled.

"No matter how delicate the makeup is, it can't cover the thick calluses on the fingertips and the inadvertent murderous look." He paused, and suddenly embraced Xue Shurong in his arms, just to avoid the embarrassing moment of bumping into someone else.

"I saw that woman on the way home from school last night." Sherlock pretended to be close to Xue Shurong's ear, speaking at a very fast speed and disappeared in the noisy crowd, "She wants to do something to me."

"!"

"You are kidding……"

"Shh."

The two entered the auditorium hand in hand, and their figures gradually disappeared into the crowded crowd.

Natasha, the black widow not far away, frowned slightly, and muttered to herself, "Does that guy know something?"

"There's nothing wrong with your disguise, he's just a student." Barton calmly observed if there were any suspicious people around, "Shall we go in?"

"go in."

She has to watch the follow-up.

The dance was in progress, Xue Shurong put one hand on his shoulder, and swayed in line with Sherlock's steps: "I still don't understand why she—"

Sherlock interrupted her: "Let's bet once."

"What are you gambling?"

"Gambling—whether she really hides her identity."

"What about the bet?"

"No bet," he raised his lips slightly, "I'm looking forward to your reaction."

"..."

This wicked person...

Xue Shurong didn't care if Natasha had something else to hide. There was only half a year of intersection between them. By then, even if the other party was a villain or a hero, it would have nothing to do with her.

"You seem to have a moldy physique." Sherlock looked aimlessly at the men and women at the ball, and his tone couldn't hear the ups and downs. "Plane crashes, bank robbers, serial murders in churches, frequent accidents with schoolboys..."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Shurong's hand tightened: "How do you know?"

"I pay close attention to the news. It just so happens that you have been featured in the recent big news."

Her tense body was instantly deflated.

Alright, alright, I almost forgot that the media was filming the event.

"So you were also present in the church serial murder case, as expected."

"You lied to me again!"

Twice!

Xue Shurong's annoyed voice was a little loud, causing people around to turn their heads.Sherlock was about to answer, when suddenly, there was a creaking sound from above, and a black figure instantly jumped down and landed in an open space not far away.

"Ahhh-"

The screams in the auditorium were extremely piercing.

"Is this a welcome for my appearance? Well, it seems a little too enthusiastic," Deadpool found Xue Shurong at a glance, tilted his head and greeted, "Hey, I'm much more handsome than that guy, why don't you ask me to be your dance partner? It's sad, it's a pity it makes me do irrational..."

"boom!"

Before Deadpool finished his sentence, the huge Italian-style chandelier above his head crashed down, hitting the target.

Xue Shurong was stunned.

——It’s amazing my brother!