[Comprehensive] The correct strategy of Xueba

As if knowing what Wei Yang was thinking, the weather was very cooperative.In the evening, the first snow of winter drifted down finely.In the backyard, two plum blossoms stand upright in Linghan, and the pink buds are more delicate and beautiful against the white snow.At this time, sitting under the tree, putting a hot pot of wine on the stone table and serving snacks, there is nothing more important to do than this.

At least Wei Yang thinks so.Holding the wine glass, he squinted his eyes and took two sips, feeling that his stomach and intestines were going to melt all the way in the mellow and soft wine. "That's right," he said contentedly, "Although I know you don't drink alcohol, don't you really want to have a drink at this time? The alcohol content is low, and there are no other things to pay attention to, so why don't you give it a try?"

Given his abhorrence of the word "mood," Sherlock was determined to find out what the hell it was.So he is also sitting at the table now, with an uncertain expression on his face.On the one hand, he wanted to say that he would never drink alcohol, and on the other hand, he felt inexplicably that the current situation seemed to be different from the past.As for the difference, he still can't tell.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Wei Yang continued talking on his own. "Seriously, if you have a drink, no one will die and the world won't end. At best it will give your brain a rest, a short period of time, won't it?" he said, drinking He emptied his glass of wine and poured another.The old baigan he brought back from Hengshui last time still had some leftovers, which happened to come in handy at this time.

Sherlock wrinkled his nose. "I've had enough rest."

"Uh..." Wei Yang paused while drinking.It was one of his biggest worries, though he didn't say it.

The Sherlock he'd known was always full of energy, had all sorts of boredom syndrome bouts when he wasn't working on a case, and was so loud he could tear the house down.Although Sherlock can control himself better now, he still finds it boring in essence, right?Some time ago, coffee antidote and other random things distracted Sherlock's attention. Now that he has adapted to the ancient life, wouldn't he have nothing to do?In addition, he has always been left at home recently, without excitement and adventure...

Wei Yang thought of a way to relieve boredom that he had been thinking about for a long time.

Take it with you to play with it——It's not feasible, with Sherlock's poisonous tongue, there is a possibility of being beaten as soon as he speaks. You must know that Lestrade's good temper is rare.Not to mention getting along with the target in harmony, Feng Qingyang is a lesson from the past.And his current favorability with Dongfang Bubai is only one star short of meeting the conditions, so it's better to avoid accidents?

Let Sherlock do the experiment himself - it seems feasible, but Sherlock has already made the finished cocaine, can he really let him continue to do it?It is almost impossible to quit drugs in this day and age!

In the end, find the case and solve it—are you kidding, the style of the whole Swordsman is not like that!The only major case he remembered was that the Lin family in Fuzhou was exterminated by the Qingcheng faction more than ten years later, and the reason for this can be seen without reasoning.However, Yue Buqun, the head of the Huashan School, used Linghu Chong, Lin Pingzhi, and Zuo Lengchan to win the evil sword manual, and then seized the head of the Wuyue School. It took some brainpower, but that was more than ten years later. Now eight poles have nothing to do with each other.

Then what?what else?Wei Yang really couldn't think of any other way for Sherlock to relieve his energy.So he could only put down his wine glass, propped his chin, with a helpless expression on his face: "Wait a little longer, it's only one star away." This world allows him to perform well, but it's too difficult for Sherlock to have fun, please. Come to explore the reasoning class in this world!

"Speaking of this..." Sherlock seemed to be reminded suddenly, "Explain that favorability again?"

In fact, Wei Yang is not very happy to do this, because it always reminds him that he really believed it was a game at first.But escaping can't solve the problem, and the matter has already been discussed, so he has to repeat Meng Yuanji's explanation as it is - "The degree of matching with the general environment, the degree of personal integration and the degree of recognition by the aborigines are weighted comprehensive considerations."

Sherlock's gray eyes didn't blink as he listened.Then he carefully looked at Xia Weiyang's face, and then lowered his eyelashes, as if thinking of some specific aspects.

"What's wrong?" Wei Yang was a little sensitive, "Is there a problem?" Meng Yuanji hasn't told him the complete truth yet, has he?

Sherlock didn't answer his question directly. "You said that five stars is not the full amount of favorability?"

"Ten stars are full." Wei Yang opened the system interface that only he could see, "It is said that when it is full, people can travel freely in parallel universes..." Although he still doesn't know the realization process and principle , but I always feel that it depends on more than just a seven-dimensional teleporter...

"How many worlds in total?" Sherlock asked another seemingly irrelevant question.

Wei Yang recalled the number of those rectangular doors. "Six, and now a third. But what's the problem? You don't ask that for nothing, do you?"

"There is indeed one point. For example, in terms of increasing difficulty, does the last world require you to reach ten stars?" Sherlock said quickly.

"I think it's probably necessary... But doesn't that just mean that I successfully completed the entire mission, and then you can also have a body in my world?" Wei Yang didn't understand what was wrong with it.Although Meng Yuanji was difficult to deal with, what he said was definitely not a joke.

"There is still too little information." Sherlock finally made a conclusion.Then he picked up the warm wine jug and filled Wei Yang's cup: "Anyway, I can't figure it out, let's have a drink."

Wei Yang stared straight.This way of changing the subject is too blunt!Could it be that after they get acquainted, can they even be lazy in pretending to deceive?Anyway, put on a show, hey!

But no one can force Sherlock to say anything he doesn't want to say.Wei Yang thought that this [-]% was still related to the whole plan, and Sherlock was telling the truth if he couldn't figure it out, so he decided to interrogate Meng Yuanji after he cleared the customs.

The wine is still the same, but there are serious things to consider, and then the mood will be lost after drinking.Wei Yang firmly believes that Sherlock has no relationship with romance and any delicate emotions, both in his previous life and this life.

So in the middle of the night, when Wei Yang woke up from a light sleep and felt a hand pressing on his wrist, he didn't think about it at all.He even yawned loudly, without opening his eyes, and asked sleepily, "What are you doing?"

"Check, it's time." Sherlock's voice sounded the same as usual. "If the toxicity is not completely eradicated, there will be subcutaneous nodules. Especially in the limbs, there will be soybean-sized particles in the subcutaneous tissue."

Wei Yang was sleepy, he didn't understand all the words at all, he heard the words "limbs", "subcutaneous" and "particles".So he turned over and lay flat. "Although I think it's probably all right," he yawned again, "but I don't care about that, do I?" That time when Sherlock said he didn't smell like anyone else, and when he checked his elbow That time with the pinhole, which time is it not that others will think too much after seeing it, but in fact there is nothing at all!

"Indeed." Sherlock agreed, with a hint of a smile in his voice. "Relax, if the muscles are tense, you won't be able to feel them."

So you pick a good time!It must be relatively relaxing when you sleep, right?Just to disturb people's dreams!Wei Yang really didn't want to talk anymore.He was half asleep and half awake, feeling that someone had pushed the sleeves of his loose jacket above his shoulders, and then held his wrist with one hand, while the other hand was weakly circling his arm downward.The thumb pressed lightly along the skin on the inside of his arm with moderate strength.Because the temperature and touch were too familiar, he didn't even have that conditioned reflex of fluffing, and he was even more drowsy.

"The left hand is fine." Sherlock's voice seemed far away.

Then Wei Yang felt the other hand being lifted up, and checked the same.When the opponent's hand slid to the position where the upper arm was close to the shoulder again, he wanted to say that Sherlock, your handwork is almost more comfortable than our physical examination; but the next second, the strength of the fingertips suddenly became gentle , brushed against his skin like a feather, and left.

It wasn't the pain of a hard pinch, but Wei Yang immediately woke up.Quite counterintuitive - there was a strange feeling, like a slight electric shock.Was it accidental or... Sherlock did it on purpose?

"Legs," Sherlock said succinctly. "Would you like me to come or you to come by yourself?"

Wei Yang finally opened his eyes.Only then did he realize that Sherlock was wearing his silk pajamas, standing on the edge of the bed, but his upper body was almost covering him, looking down at him.

Wei Yang blinked his eyes, and then blinked again, making sure that he didn't see any unusual expression on that face.As for the trousers, push them to the thighs or take them off... "I'll do it myself." He rubbed his eyes and got up, took off the trousers with a hook and a pull, and threw them on the corner of the bed.

Sherlock watched his movements, looking to the ball of fabric and back again, without saying anything.Then he sat down on the vacant place beside the bed, and started to check the work from Wei Yang's left leg.From the ankle to the root of the thigh, he felt very carefully, not a single piece of skin was missed.

Wei Yang's gaze followed those hands.He didn't feel it when he closed his eyes before, but when he really looked at it like this, an inexplicable feeling hit him——

The only source of light in the room was a hexagonal palace lantern in the center of the roof, with candles burning inside.Through the sheer tulle embroidered with peonies, the candlelight is dark and soft.The skin of both men had turned almost ivory in this light, and stood out against the delicate and rich sandalwood fabric.Sherlock's knuckles were slender, and the flickering shadow cast by the candlelight was reflected on his other bare leg, as if...

Wei Yang managed to control the urge to swallow.He seriously suspected that it was the environment that gave him this illusion - there was no sound around, not even the sound of the wind; Sherlock was also uncharacteristically, not saying any unnecessary words.Only under such circumstances can this feeling be produced, right?

"Lift your leg up a little bit," said Sherlock, who had checked his mid-thigh.

Wei Yang slightly bent his legs.He felt that he couldn't watch this scene anymore, and forced himself to look away, staring at the ottoman beside the bed, and not paying attention to the line of Sherlock's legs showing through the silk pajamas.

But that feeling still lingers—indeed, the strength of the fingers doesn’t seem to have changed, but the skin on the inner thighs is very sensitive—the moment the fingers touched the thighs, Wei Yang trembled uncontrollably and kept holding back He also gasped out in one breath - only then did he realize that he had subconsciously held his breath before.

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked him, his voice normal. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Wei Yang sincerely hoped that there was nothing wrong with his voice, "Is there something wrong with my left leg?"

"No."

"Then can the right leg be spared? You should believe in what you made." Wei Yang turned around, trying to bargain.

"I only believe in facts." Sherlock vetoed without hesitation.

"...Or another day?" Wei Yang suggested without hope.

This time Sherlock paused for a brief moment. "Why?" He leaned forward slightly, "I think it's suitable now."

What is suitable!If he reacted later and Sherlock didn't, where would his face be?Wei Yang almost said this sentence.But with Sherlock's movement, his half-hanging foot touched Sherlock's thigh, and further forward——

"You—!" Wei Yang's eyes widened.He stared at that position in disbelief, then raised his eyes to look at Sherlock, but just in time to see the other person's Adam's apple move slightly.

"So I said, it's a good day," Sherlock said, no longer trying to hide the huskiness in his voice.He stood up without hesitation, and lowered the half-hanging curtain.

The bed is made of rosewood wood, thick and firm.The bed curtain is made of Suzhou embroidered silk satin with tassels, reflecting the bright light under the candlelight, undulating like undulating waves.Occasionally, the curled knuckles showed their shape through the silk satin, and the deep panting was lost in the sound of the wind that sounded at an unknown time.

In the corridor, the candles in the lanterns burned out, and it was dark.Another gust of wind blew across the backyard, bringing down a few small snowflakes.The plum blossoms bloom quietly, the red shadows are swaying, and the garden is full of dark fragrance.