[Comprehensive] The God of Desire unfolds

"Oh father, you know, this kind of thing doesn't happen once or twice - I think hiring a tutor is a better choice for Sherlock, believe me." Mycroft persuaded with a sincere expression, in order to show his seriousness The eyes were set off by the fleshy cheeks propped up even smaller, almost narrowed into a slit.

"Which teacher in school can endure being pointed out wrong by students over and over again, and has an arrogant attitude? Although he doesn't mean to be super knowledgeable, it is clear that the effect is not good. But it doesn't matter if it's a tutor. For the high salary, they will understand." Seeing that his father looked hesitant but relaxed a little, Mycroft continued his efforts and presented convincing facts to prove the necessity of tutoring.

"When he's in college, he doesn't have to worry about not being able to go to a higher education institution with his ability. It's just that there is no need to accumulate excessive negative factors in the process of education, is there?"

Not surprisingly, his father finally agreed to his suggestion. After all, his own son, he also knows exactly what makes the teacher a headache and loves and hates it.As soon as he thought of it, he did it immediately. He called the intermediary company and quickly found a suitable candidate: a freshman from Oxford University, male, with a full scholarship, majoring in chemistry and minoring in psychology.

Old Sherlock Holmes thought of his youngest son who showed great enthusiasm for chemistry and was too straightforward at the age of ten, and felt that this was really a blessing from heaven.

It was finalized here, and the intermediary company naturally and quickly contacted the young man, and after carefully asking about the employer's family situation, he readily agreed.

Nelson Hall hung up the phone, feeling good about himself.I didn't expect the first part-time job to be so easy. It was just responsible for teaching a ten-year-old kid. It couldn't be easier.

Thinking of this, he took the pocket money he had accumulated for a month to the bookstore and bought a few detective novels, thinking about reading more in his spare time.The wish left by the ontology this time caused him a bit of a headache: his ambition is to become a best-selling detective novelist, to record the wonderful cases he has been longing to witness and write them into books.

But the problem is that he himself has not been exposed to this aspect, whether it is his favorite detective or creative literature.His father is a psychiatrist, and his mother is the vice chairman of the International Chemical Organization, so the majors he has been exposed to since he was a child, and even the majors he chose in college, are chosen according to the wishes of his parents.And the literature class involved in his wish has not even been covered in the most basic courses.

Nelson rubbed his forehead helplessly, and felt that what the great man said was true: the wishes made to others are unrealistic, even fantasy.Ontology is a wise man, but it seems that wise men are not immune to illusions.

But even so, it's quite interesting to watch more.Recently, he watched "ABC Murder", "Roger's Mystery" and "Three Coffins". He was faintly excited when he accidentally found the rational analysis in the book, and the inevitable thrills in the process of solving the case made him very interesting.

It's just that he hasn't started writing yet, not because he feels that he can't control the words, but because he hasn't seen the real scene. He always feels that descriptions that are not based on facts will be too empty and full of falsehoods to be boring.

So there is no rush.Nelson smiled slightly and stretched his waist. Now that he is still very young, maybe there will be some opportunities in the future that will allow him to come into contact with this wonderful and exciting field?

Most of the courses in the university are self-study, and the only headaches for most students are the papers that must be handed in regularly. Among those who take root in the library all night, there is no shadow of Nelson: his knowledge reserve dates back to high school. It has already covered most of the university content. As long as the attendance of the required courses is guaranteed, there will be no possibility of failing the course, so he can have more time to study detective reasoning, and part-time tutoring during the non-class time.

After buying the book, Nelson went back to the apartment and put the book in a special place, then looked at the quartz clock on the wall, the hour hand had already pointed to five o'clock.The agent told him that there was no need for an interview, and he could go to class at eight o'clock the next morning.As for the salary intermediary will help him get the most favorable amount, he doesn't need to worry about it himself.

Thinking of this, he decided to make some preparations. Even if what he was going to teach was a ten-year-old kid, he couldn't take it lightly.Rarely around children, he wasn't sure if he could repeat himself patiently enough until he understood.

He was used to arriving a little earlier, and after packing up, he arrived at the Sherlock Holmes mansion at the address he wrote down.Sighing a little about the luxury of the house, he rang the bell next to the carved gate.

The person who came to greet him looked like a housekeeper. He was about 50 years old, slightly bald, and had an amiable smile. "Welcome, the young master is already waiting for you in the room. But to be honest, you are much younger than I thought, Mr. Hall."

Nodding politely, Nelson followed him through the retro corridor and went up to the second floor in a detour.After knocking on the door and explaining, the butler motioned him to go in by himself. "Drinks are ready for you in the room, and I will come to deliver some snacks in 10 minutes."

Nelson took a deep breath, smiled and opened the door.Surprised by the oncoming dart, he quickly dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding it.Taking a steady breath, he quickly sized up the boy: black curly hair, eye sockets a little sunken due to the overly three-dimensional skeleton, a slightly aquiline nose but straight and upright, thin lips and a square jaw, and a pair of blue eyes showing His alertness and sharpness has become a well-deserved finishing touch.

He was wearing a nice little suit, and Nelson didn't ignore the slight twitch of his mouth when he saw the darts brush past him, but judging by his reassuring attitude, there was probably something behind the door that could be used as an excuse.

So he didn't say anything to blame, but still smiled and closed the door casually, and was not surprised to see a round target hanging behind the door.

Ignoring the unpleasant opening entirely, Nelson smiled, sat down in the chair apparently prepared for him, and introduced himself. "Nelson Hall. You can call me Teacher, but I don't mind being called Nelson."

"You should know my name by now. I allow you to call me Sherlock. Of course, it's not because I have a crush on you, but because everyone in this room is surnamed Holmes except the housekeeper." Sherlock kept tight while speaking. Staring into his eyes, his speech was fast, but extremely clear.

It didn't look like the little guy was all that welcoming to his teachers, but Nelson thought it wasn't surprising that kids his age would be a bit rebellious.So he just wanted to pat his curly black hair affectionately like comforting an ordinary child, but Sherlock hid him.

"Hall, you'd better not do this kind of childish behavior to me, it will make me think you lack thinking when observing people." Sherlock still looked calm, but his speech speed became faster up. "First of all it's obvious that you didn't do your homework before coming here as a tutor, and the reason I got tutors is because they keep making simple mistakes, like you see me as a high functioning sociopath with an IQ of some sort No less than Einstein to a certain extent, cannot be approached in the same way as ordinary boys. Judging by your name, you are an idealist and tend to work in a relaxed environment. It is not ruled out that you will teach a Ten-year-old boy thinks too simply. The trench coat you're wearing doesn't hide the Oxford University logo on your T-shirt, indicating that you're either a high IQ or a hard-working nerd—and your strong smell precludes that. Chances are, no nerd knows how to enjoy a cup of hot cocoa in the morning, let alone you have plenty of time to tutor me."

The blue eyes inlaid on the immature face exuded extremely inconsistent wisdom, Sherlock looked at him and said, "To be honest, you let me down a bit."

Just this one sentence made Nelson, who was originally surprised, show a trace of fighting spirit in his eyes.It's just that it's too simple to think of children, which is not wrong for ordinary people, right?But now, because of this, he was underestimated by the kid in front of him?

Nelson hadn't experienced such a feeling of blood rushing to his brain for a long time.He was sure that he needed to use his strength and spirit to overwhelm this ignorant brat.

So he slightly evoked an unhurried smile, tilted his head and said: "If you want to prove to me that you are different from other peers, then your goal has been achieved. But my dear, your reasoning comes from some It’s not rigorous to a certain extent.” He paused, and speeded up his speech, “My name was decided before I became a fertilized egg, if my name can prove my character, then You can tell everything about you from your name? The T-shirt I am wearing is indeed from Oxford, but it does not mean that I must be a student of Oxford. You must know that young people nowadays like to have fun with it. Many people walking on the street wear it just to commemorate it. You can wear it if you want, and the price is actually very cheap. Besides, it’s a nerd’s problem,” he looked at the curly-haired kid with a smile, and continued: "I think you should rule out this possibility from the first moment you saw me."

Sherlock looked at him, eyes twinkling.After a while he raised an eyebrow, "I remember you are my chemistry teacher? Then we should be able to start...Nelson."

Nelson took out the textbook in cooperation and said it was a good idea.

The old housekeeper almost wept with joy in the bleak autumn wind.For the young master, and his dear tutor.