[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

"Oh, oh, Mr. Sherlock Holmes!" Mr. Simon Cornwell, the art appreciation teacher, entered the classroom and exaggeratedly pointed at Sherlock in the last row, "It's rare to see. Listen, Jay Queline said you never showed up in class."

Jacqueline was the temporary substitute teacher for this month, but for some reason, Jessica did not remember Mr. Simon Cornwell who was said to be in the class.

He looked about 40 years old, a strong build, with a beard, a slight frown when he was not smiling, and a drooping mouth, which made him look uncomfortable.

"Tell me, Mr. Holmes," Mr. Cornwell stroked his chin, and stared at Sherlock with interest, "If you don't give me a suitable reason, I won't just let you go. "

"School Regulations Interpretation No. 30 two, if you miss more than 30.00% of a class, you will automatically fail the final grade." Sherlock raised his head from the book and looked at Cornwell calmly, "I still have two classes that I can skip." .”

Mr. Cornwell's face changed.

Someone secretly laughed underneath.

"Then don't expect me to show mercy to you during the final exam." He put his hands on the podium and looked over with oppressive eyes.

Sherlock leaned casually on the back of the chair, turned the pen with one hand and threw it on the table, not taking Cornwell's threat to heart.

"Holmes Chapel Comprehensive High School implemented cross-assembly line anonymous marking of test papers five years ago," he played with the cap of his pen, pretending to recall, "The reason was public revenge and abuse of power. I don't think anyone wants to read it." Until someone repeats the same mistakes."

Cornwell's face turned completely cold, but instead of getting angry, he said in a chilling tone: "Yes, Mr. Holmes, I hope you will remember your words."

Then, he showed a terrifying smile, "But I have some good news for you. There is no traditional exam in this course, and there are no test papers. We decided to do a small project in groups. For the sake of fairness, I prepared some topics in advance... ..."

He picked up a box and shook it in front of his eyes.

"In order to help you, I can choose a suitable topic for you." Regardless of the sudden and cautious buzz of discussion, he reached in and took out a note.

"Medieval Gothic architecture...it's so simple..."

"Mozart's musical journey...I don't think you will like it..."

"The Significance of "The Soft Clock of Time" in Art History...No..."

Jessica watched Mr. Cornwell take out one note after another from the box, and then negated them all, obviously not realizing that she was actually doing useless work.She dared to say that any topic in the box would be equally difficult for Sherlock - extremely difficult, unless there was a "violin playing skill", maybe he would still be interested.

"Shakespeare Revisited—Classic Dramatic Interpretation," he finally rejected a dozen themes, holding a note with a sly smile, "I think this topic is very suitable for you, isn't it? Who in the world Don’t like Shakespeare? I can’t wait to see you act.”

It has to be said that Cornwell's eyesight is still very accurate, Jessica secretly smiled in her heart, compared to acting, the first few did not seem so unbearable.

"And your companion is, according to the order—" Cornwell looked at the list, his face changed slightly, "Jessica Harris."

Jessica couldn't laugh at all.

From watching Sherlock's joke to being a joke himself, the gap came too quickly.

Cornwell glanced at her, cleared his throat, and continued: "Also, Joseph Lecter."

joseph -

Jessica was startled, and quickly followed Cornwell's gaze, and saw a black-haired boy in the second row raised his head in surprise, from her angle he couldn't see his face, only his dark red face A shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, but the outline of his profile already had his adult appearance, which she was all too familiar with.

Before Jasmine Amber died, Joseph Lecter was the person who accompanied her the longest. He was not only her nurse, but also her best friend.Jessica remembered how hopeless and businessless she was when she first arrived in Naples, and Joseph forced her to take a walk in the garden, read to her, and secretly lent her his mobile phone to play, telling her not to Speaking out... It can be said that Jasmine can live another year, except for the doctor's proper treatment, half of it is due to Joseph.

She didn't expect to have the chance to meet Joseph even though they were strangers now.

Thinking of this, Jessica's eyes became moist, she sniffled, quietly wiped away her tears with her hand, and fumbled for the hand towel in her bag with the other hand.

Turning his head, he found that Sherlock, who should have been resting with his eyes closed, was staring at her with puzzlement in his eyes.

Jessica froze under his searchlight gaze, her hand hanging in the air awkwardly after wiping her tears.She knew that her nose was red now, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes, which was really not normal.

She wouldn't be too surprised if Sherlock asked "sadness or allergies" next second.

Unexpectedly, he just frowned and turned his head away.

Jessica quickly rubbed her nose in a concealed manner, covering her face with a handkerchief.

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Most of the time in this class was spent in grouping and lottery. Most people were satisfied with this new exam policy. After all, it was relatively easy compared to exams.

When the get out of class bell rang, Jessica hurriedly swept her things into her bag, trying to chase after Joseph who had already walked to the door. She really regretted why she never paid attention to Joseph's hometown and alma mater before, who knows What a coincidence they are now in the same school.

"Jessica, wait a minute." Mr. Cornwell stopped her as she passed the podium.

She had to stop, and watched Joseph disappear into the crowd, and the number of people in the classroom became less and less, until Sherlock, who was slowly falling behind everyone, left the classroom, Cornwell smiled and motioned to her sit down.

She sat in a chair, and Cornwell pulled the other chair in front of her, and sat down, without the pretentious dignity of the classroom, and he was looking at her benevolently.

"Jessie," he called her name affectionately, "I'm sorry, you were with that freak..."

Jessica shivered because of this address, and couldn't help but move back a little.

"The next time you have class, you can ask to change the group, and I will agree." He wanted to pat Jessica's hand on the table as if to promise, but she avoided it.

Cornwell's expression became a little complicated, "Jay..."

Jessica stood up suddenly, and the chair behind her slid across the floor with a harsh "sizzling" sound.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cornwell," she said quickly, "but it just occurred to me that I have something to do."

She walked out of the classroom quickly, still feeling his heavy gaze on her back.

At this time, the corridor was empty, only a dim yellow lamp.She walked to the locker in one breath without stopping, and then relaxed.

This Mr. Cornwell, his eyes and movements, as well as his inexplicable expression, made her feel extremely disgusted and disgusted.

She didn't know what kind of entanglements the former Jessica had with him, maybe they had a good relationship, but she, Jasmine Amber, became Jessica, and she had the right to choose to cut off some of the past.

"If you're worried about your final grade in art appreciation, you don't have to."

Startled by the sudden sound, Jessica turned around in shock, and saw Sherlock standing there with one hand in his pocket and the other shaking a document.

"Every week you get 30.00% better than someone at a similar level and 50.00% better than you really are, and during Cornwell's absence your grades plummeted and he came back for another One changed to a high score. Although I don't know why, but based on his preference for you, you don't have to worry..."

"Where did you get the report card?" She looked at the document in surprise, there were rows and rows of names on it.

"I happened to pass by Mr. Cornwell's podium just now." Sherlock said confidently, without any sign of guilt.

"..." Jessica raised her forehead, "Well, I thank you...for the information you provided me."

"You're welcome, even though it seems unthinkable to me, it's the only possibility. You're so emotional that your tear ducts secrete fluid because of the possibility that some of my low grades or even failures may happen. You can’t empathize with causality, but if you rule out the impossible, what’s left is the truth. What’s more, you’ve been paying more attention to your studies recently than before, as can be seen from the degree of wear and tear on your books and the speed at which refills are replaced.”

He paused, and added before Jessica, "Of course, you may deny it because you are too ashamed, and I will fully understand it."

"I..." Just as Jessica opened her mouth, she found that her words had been blocked.

And the person on the other side is now facing her with a respectful attitude, as if saying, "No matter how much you deny it, I won't believe it."

She could only shut her mouth angrily.

She couldn't simply deny it, and she couldn't tell the real reason, so she could only turn around angrily and stuff things into the cabinet in a mess.

Unfortunately, the sundries in the cabinet couldn't bear the force, and fell down with a clatter, scattered all over the floor.

She didn't even need to think about how Sherlock would explain all of this—"guilty panic after being exposed".

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"So, you will play a Romeo and Juliet with the freak and Joseph, right?" Emma said vaguely while biting the apple in her hand.

She recently clamored to lose weight, so she only ate an apple for lunch, and Jessica once again broke through her bottom line-she started eating fried chicken now, and Emma was not too surprised by her gradual decline, Only heartbroken regret.

"Almost like that," Jessica shrugged.

"Well," Emma nodded, "Anyway, Mrs. Joseph is very nice, I met him through Gabriel. He may not be as topical as the guys on the football team, but he is quite attractive Yes. Girls say Joseph is like Frank in "84 Charing Cross Road", 100% gentleman, you want to chat with him about life and have a soul exchange, not vulgar, You know, physical communication."

As he spoke, he winked ambiguously at Jessica.

Thinking of the madness of those Italian women in the nursing home in Naples back then, Jessica really couldn't agree with the statement that "I don't want to have physical communication with Joseph".You know, Joseph has fascinated a large number of employees including the staff of the nursing home and the family members of patients who occasionally visit. There was even a fanatical young girl who offered to "recognize her relatives" Jasmine Amber after her relatives were discharged from the hospital. He came to see her every day, but was finally driven away by Joseph who was bothering her.

But he never mentioned that he went to school in Cheshire, only that he went to college in London.

Jessica tried her best to recall, and found that she knew nothing about Joseph's family, hometown, childhood and other information except for some hobbies.

"Hey, Emma." A boy stopped by their table.

"Hey, George!" Emma greeted enthusiastically, and Jessica looked up, and it was George Lambert, one of the test subjects who had been "dissected" by Sherlock this morning.

"Je, Jessica." Probably because he also remembered what happened in the morning, George stammered.

"Hey, George." Jessica sympathized silently in her heart.

George and Emma discussed a few things in class, and Emma pretended not to know what happened in the morning, which made George obviously relax.

And the people around looked over from time to time, whispered to each other, and then let out a giggle.

It seems that the news of the morning has already spread. Jessica looked at George's desolate back with the plate when he left, and she was very sympathetic.

"How pitiful," Emma said with pity, "Now they all say that George is a 'drunk pig', but it's incredible to be so drunk that he can't stand up after falling..."

Perhaps because of the boring campus life and narrow social circle, teenagers are easy to make a fuss about some things.At the same time, before Jessica knew it, Sherlock Holmes had transformed from a gloomy, withdrawn, non-existent freak to a campus star, first as the "mascot" of the football team, and then It's the "party darling". It wasn't enough that he and Jessica got a lot of eyeballs in the corridor today, and he used George to become the top trending topic on campus.

And the source of all this is Sherlock who is not ashamed to ask, and the source of the source is Raymond who speaks without hesitation.

Raymond, do you know what kind of Pandora's box you've opened?