Another beautiful morning, sunny.

Nuote hugged the quilt and rolled comfortably on the bed.

She drank a little wine last night and slept very comfortably.I don't want to get up at all.

Let her squint for a while, just for a while~

Sherlock's mornings weren't so good when Knott was lolling in bed.

[Good morning, Sherlock.Congratulations on completing the first phase of your relationship: having a girlfriend.100 bonus points.Then start the second phase of the task. 】

[Special reminder: The daily tasks issued in the second stage are mandatory tasks, and if the unfinished tasks accumulate to a certain amount, you will be punished. 】

[What punishment? 】

[Although I cannot prevent the case from happening, I can directly send the result to Lestrade's computer. 】

【…】

Hit the nail on the head.

[If there is no problem, I will issue the task in half an hour, if there is a problem, I will issue the task in 10 minutes. 】

【…】

"Good morning, Notte."

"Good morning, Sherlock." Notte rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

On this day when the earth revolves around the sun, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and she recovered from her injury, Sherlock actually took the initiative to make breakfast?

"The coffee is just brewed, go and pour it." Sherlock said as he put the dinner plate on the table.

"it is good."

[System prompt: Congratulations on completing daily task 1: Prepare breakfast together. 】

Although Sherlock didn't wear an apron, Noot somehow felt at home.The scene was so amazing that she suddenly began to feel a sense of belonging to 221b Baker Street.Apart from her parents, only Delrin had given her this feeling, but he had put in a lot of effort back then.Note doesn't know if this is another technique that Sherlock figured out, deliberately exaggerating the ordinary but warm feeling, it is this beginning that he really did very well.

She couldn't believe that Sherlock really didn't know anything about love, could it really make up for lack of EQ and IQ?Why can't her EQ make up for IQ? !

Notte was thinking wildly, while bringing out two cups of coffee, and handing one to Sherlock.She sat opposite and looked at him with her hands on the table.

Sherlock took a sip and swallowed it with an ugly expression, "Notte, how much salt did you add?"

"A little bit, I swear." Nott used two fingers to make a small distance, but added sea salt.She blinked innocently, "Honey, that's to refresh you, this is your breakfast." She pushed another cup of coffee as she spoke.

Emma, ​​it's been a long time since we first met Sherlock.But now, as a boyfriend, he should be more tolerant, right?

Sherlock took a swig from his second cup of coffee. "I couldn't be more awake. What can you do?"

Notte smiled slightly, showing a very happy expression, but what she said made Sherlock unhappy: "I hope you can quit smoking from today, of course, you must quit molasses and coffee."

Sherlock: "..."

He took another sip of coffee, and quibbled: "I haven't had any injections since you moved in. And you've already thrown away all my personal possessions."

"It's not such a troublesome thing to buy again. Sherlock, I didn't find it and throw it away because I respect you. And my request is that you can quit forever. After all, these are not good things, they are harmful to your body." Notte put on a straight face, since Sherlock gave her the status of being in charge, she doesn't have to bear it any longer. "I can't accept that my boyfriend is an addict."

Sherlock felt that everything was not going well today.

"Okay, honey, listen to you." Sherlock stood up and walked to Notte, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, "I hope my compromise will give you a pleasant morning."

[System prompt: Congratulations on completing daily task 2: A good morning kiss. 】

Notte silently picked up the bread and took a bite.

Emma, ​​Sherlock's love story is so scary, she can't bear the number of paragraphs.

"But since this is the case, I also want you to agree to my request, and it will be regarded as an exchange."

"What?" Notte had a bad feeling.

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Nott sat on Sherlock's waist, held a long knife against his neck, and said triumphantly, "I won."

Sherlock opened his mouth and was about to say something when his face suddenly changed.He said sharply, "Stand up and turn around, stop!"

Nott was trained by Sherlock for many days, and subconsciously did as he said.As a result, when he turned around, he saw a crutch smashed down on his head.Although she had already blocked it with a backhand, she was not strong enough, so her hand trembled and the long knife rolled down.Nott hugged the back of her head, buried her face in Sherlock's arms, and closed her eyes resignedly.

With a little time, Sherlock grabbed a pillow and placed it behind Notte as a cushion.

"It's okay, get up." Sherlock reached out and patted her on the shoulder.

Nott opened her eyes and hurriedly got up from Sherlock.

She felt that her situation was a bit miserable.Sherlock wants to exercise her skills, which is nothing and a good thing, but why does she have to face such malice when she wins once in a week?

"Wait a minute, Mike, we seem to have misunderstood something..." A young male voice interjected.

"Obviously, we are in class, and you are going to knock my student out when she wins. I don't think she will ever forget to remember to pay attention to the danger behind her in her life." Sherlock stood up and straightened his clothes, his tone bad.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Miss." The chubby man held up his crutches in a gesture of surrender, with a look of guilt on his face, "I thought Sherlock was in danger..." He complained from the bottom of his heart: Who knew that Sherlock? Sherlock Holmes will also voluntarily be pressed under the threat of a woman with a knife one day.

"It's okay." Notte smiled. This situation is really easy to misunderstand, and she can't care about anything.

"My friend, Mike Stanford." Sherlock made a brief introduction, "My girlfriend, Note Meroving."

"Sherlock, do you have a girlfriend? Will there still be bachelors in this world?" Mike exclaimed.

Sherlock picked up the long knife on the ground, "Is it strange that I have a girlfriend? I have an advantage over 98% of bachelors in the world, so it doesn't mean anything for me to end being single."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Mike ran out of words to Sherlock, turned his head and stretched out his hand to Note, and by the way, he did not forget to introduce the person he brought, "That is my friend, John Watson."

Notte smiled, Emma, ​​Mr. Matchmaker came with the original match, feeling a little stressed.

She turned her head and saw that the legendary Watson was a thin young man, not very tall.The hair is the same light blond color as hers, the facial features are delicate, and there is a kind of fortitude honed by the war.He looked a little tired and depressed, but he was in good spirits.When he stood, he put his weight on one foot, and there was obviously a problem with the other foot.Note remembered that Watson's foot was only a psychological problem.Her scrutinizing gaze was polite and brief, and she did not show any judgmental or curious eyes, so as not to stimulate his sensitive heart.And Sherlock observes people's speed, as long as he doesn't speak, he doesn't have to worry about irritating anyone.

"John, this is my friend, Sherlock Holmes and his..." At this point, Stanford paused, obviously not quite able to accept this setting, "Girlfriend, Knott Merovingian."

Watson came up and shook hands with Nott and Sherlock one by one.When Sherlock shook hands with Watson, Nott clearly saw his interested eyes.

The original match deserves to be the original match, is it love at first sight?Nott complained in his heart.

She smiled apologetically and acted as the hostess, "Please sit down, both of you. Excuse me, I'm going to change clothes."

Loose tracksuits were obviously not suitable for receiving guests, and her hair was untied when she and Sherlock trained.And Sherlock's eternal suit and shirt are just slightly messy.

Nott thought angrily: It's not fair.

Sherlock was playing with the long knife, and when he heard this, he interjected: "Wait a minute, I'm with you."

"No, Sherlock, you stay here to entertain the guests." Notte frowned, and made a ghost together.

Although she was trying to fall in love, Sherlock sometimes did things that really didn't suit his style, one or two times was fine, but this frequent made her feel like he had a second personality popping up from time to time.

"Okay." Sherlock shrugged, indifferent.

Nott turned and walked towards Sherlock's bedroom.The bathroom is next to Sherlock's bedroom instead of hers. To be lazy, she put some clothes in Sherlock's bedroom.Of course, a separate suitcase with a lock.

"Hey, Sherlock, calm down."

"Don't worry, this knife has no edge."

"Mike, I haven't seen you in half a month. You gained five pounds. Reuniting with old friends is a good reason to drink, but don't forget, you have a fatty liver..."

There was a schadenfreude smile on Knott's face as she closed the door: I hope they'll enjoy Sherlock's hospitality.

Mike watched Notte close the door in surprise, "Oh, Sherlock, are you serious?"

"Obviously easy to see. You always have to confirm such an obvious question again and again." Sherlock showed an impatient expression on his face, "Will you believe me if I say it's not?"

Mike: "..." No.How can she believe that everyone has gone out of your bedroom?

"Also, don't change the subject." Sherlock withdrew the long knife pointing at Stanford, and tied a flower in his hand, "You will not come to visit me if you have nothing to do, and you will bring your friends. I think it is you My friend has something to ask for."

"Yes, Mr. Holmes." Watson said, "I have encountered some strange things recently..."

"John Watson." Sherlock suddenly pointed at Watson with a long knife, "Mike's old friend is likely to be his colleague. Your expression tells me that you just got off the battlefield, so you are a military doctor... "

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