quiet place

There were only twenty or so people in the big classroom, and in the empty room, there was a deliberately low-pitched noise.

The drizzle outside the window stopped after a while, and the chill of early spring carried some light-colored light, and the smell of fresh grass lingered at the tip of the nose, as if there was some milky fragrance emanating from a certain corner.

"Hey, Holmes, can you teach us this question?" A group of boys pushed and shoved up to the boy with a handsome face, their voices were smiling, a little malicious.

The boys surrounded in the middle pursed their lips tightly, and the fingers holding the notebook were a little white.

When a few people asked, they didn't lower their voices, nor did they deliberately raise their voices, it seemed like ordinary questions.

But they're a bunch of bad boys.

Almost everyone who goes to school here knows them, but the man who is called Sherlock Holmes, people only know his name, know his intelligence, know his miracles, know his difficulty and eccentricity.

The girls swore that if they knew that the famous Holmes had such a handsome face, they would not just avoid him like this, but would at least try to get in touch with him.

Holmes frowned reflexively. He glanced at the problem. It was a little difficult. For a group of goldfish like them, it was normal that they couldn't solve it.

Yes, goldfish.

Holmes always refers to ordinary people as goldfish, as if they were two different species.

Such an arrogant and contemptuous title is really disgusting.

Holmes despises people living in this world from the bottom of his heart, even though some people live around him and treat him like a friend.

When Holmes thought of the words of his annoying brother from home and planned to curb his dislike for the goldfish a little bit, and talk to these bad boys in a serious manner, they burst out laughing.

"Are you serious?"

The bad boys laughed together, sarcasm, and with some irresistible expectations, rushed towards them.

Holmes, who instantly understood that they had no intention of asking questions from the beginning, just felt bored, which is why he disliked these goldfish so much.

"Hey! Boys!"

"May I choose one of you as my dance partner for the dance this weekend?"

The girl sitting in the front row looked back, with black hair and green eyes, with the most standard British appearance, but too delicate, like a forest elf, not stained with dust.

"Oh!"

The bad boys got restless, and they looked at each other, wondering who should go.

"Are you serious?"

The girl chuckled.

The words of the bad boys were repeated by the girl.

Hearing this, Holmes gave the girl a look. He didn't know how many times he had heard her name.

Victoria St. Rigg.

The bad boys reacted after being stunned for a moment. They looked at St. Rigg in disbelief. She actually stood up for that Sherlock Holmes?

How could she stand up for Holmes?The famous Sherlock Holmes?And she is the dream girl of all the boys in the school!She never spoke for anyone!

She wouldn't have taken a fancy to that Sherlock Holmes, would she?

oh!God!This news is too explosive!The whole school will explode with this news!

"Victoria?"

A blond-haired blue-eyed boy passed by the door and turned back again. He saw that the group of bad boys were paying attention to her as usual, but their eyes were different from before.

"Alex?" Seeing Alex tilt his head to look at the bad boys, and then walked into the classroom excitedly, St. Rigg felt that he was going to be in trouble again, "No!"

"Then...?" Alex stopped and stood in front of St. Rieger. If she didn't want to go to the professor's office to explain—this was another group fight because of her, she would What to pay.

The weekend ball is hosted by the royal family.

If at that ball, the heir of St. Rigg can be invited.

"Do you know Newton?"

Holmes interrupted their conversation loudly. He did not know when he appeared behind St. Rigg. He was looking at the textbook she had spread out. It was a question type that had troubled her all morning.

"...Isaac Newton?"

St. Rigg hesitated for a moment, and asked hesitantly, what is Holmes' intention in mentioning Mr. Newton at this time?

"I suppose you have previewed the next semester's courses."

Holmes looked at St. Rieger indifferently, and the light of wisdom flashed in his foggy eyes.

St. Rigg looked at Holmes and blinked. She recalled that he was looking at her textbook before... Newton?

Oh!

St. Rigg's eyes widened suddenly.

"Thank you!"

Alex looked at St. Rieger who was on the textbook in an instant, and cast a look at Holmes who interrupted his question. He saw that the other party was looking at St. Rieger with a little appreciation. Rigg's dancing fingertips.

study?study!

Yes!The heir to St. Rieg's damn loves learning!

This is a hobby that everyone hates. Anyone who can study in this school will not be stupid.

Although Holmes made a rebuttal.

After all, it was rare that there was one thing that everyone did not want to admit, and that was that no one could compare to Sherlock Holmes when it came to learning.

oh!Damn Holmes!Can't their family produce a non-genius?

Recalling how many times his brother had stumbled under the hands of that big Mr. Holmes, Alex felt that he had a headache.

"Oh! Alex, I'm not going to the dance."

As if he suddenly remembered something, St. Rieger said to Alex while copying the somewhat messy steps that he had written into his notebook.

The cheerful tone echoed in the classroom.

"what?!"

Alex's eyes widened. He couldn't imagine how everyone would comment on the fact that St. Rieg's heir publicly stated that he would not go to the royal ball.

Holmes looked away from St. Rigg's dancing fingertips, and looked at her delicate face, her cheeks were a little crimson due to the dull air.

Holmes did not think it would be a good idea for the St. Riggs to show their resistance to the Crown at this time.

"Father will take care of it."

St. Rieger casually dropped a breaking news.

Victoria's father? !

That was a miracle of the last century!But the great gentleman is dead, isn't he? !

"...Victoria?"

Alex frowned, does the St. Rigg family have any plans?What does it mean to move that gentleman out at this time?That gentleman is not dead, is he?That was a royal funeral!

"Alex," St. Rigg sighed helplessly. She stopped writing and looked up at the blond boy with a surprised face. "This is not something you should worry about."

Yes, in Alex’s house, these matters are handled by his elder brother. He is only responsible for providing useful information to his elder brother. Although most of the information he hears from someone’s mouth is useless, sometimes it’s not very important.

"Okay, I'll go." Seeing Alex bowed his head when he heard his words, with a dejected look, St. Rieg smiled slightly, and there were some waves in his dark green eyes.

Everyone couldn't figure it out for a moment. Was St. Rieger joking with those words just now? After all, she finally said that she would go, but what did she mean by those words before?

When everyone went home and told their parents about this incident, they felt that their family had fallen into a strange silence.

It is different from the blind worship and belief of the juniors towards the St. Rieg family.

The elders all know that the St. Rigg family has a lot of bastards.Everyone who can be disturbed by a casually made up sentence is disturbed, but no one can be sure when their family members will tell the truth.