【British and American】My miserable life studying abroad

Wei Shengling really couldn't like people like Mycroft. He didn't like him, but he admired him.

You said that both of them are geniuses with high IQ, can see through people's hearts, and have superb reasoning and observation skills, but Sherlock is also a highly intelligent antisocial. How come in comparison, Sherlock is more likable?

Oh, maybe it’s because he rarely beats around the bush.

The rain stopped outside and she put away her umbrella. London was still gloomy. The wind blew the hair around her ears, bringing a moist breath, which made Wei Shengling feel a lot better.

Why bother yourself with other people? It's important to be happy yourself.

She walked into the hotel, checked her room with the front desk, got the room card and went upstairs to rest. More than a month of constant running around could not be eliminated by the short rest on the plane. She entered the room and scanned every inch of her room with her mental power. No problem.

Lock the door, close the curtains, and enter the space!

"It's been a long time..." Inside the Peach Blossom Space, Wei Shengling completely relaxed and stretched lazily. This was a world that belonged to her alone, a safe zone that was completely under her control.

Recently she has had little time to enter the Utopia Space, but even outside, she has not stopped practicing. The enemies she faces are stronger than the last, and she cannot afford to back down.

The most urgent thing is to rest quickly and restore your energy.

That's why she slept for nearly twenty hours in the space.

It took about five hours outside.

Then it’s about practicing, taking care of crops, and enjoying life.

It’s so cool…

Sure enough, the enjoyment after hard work will be more comfortable!

Wei Shengling was soaking in the hot spring while eating washed fruits. She lay lazily on the stone wall, as if she had no bones, and was unwilling to move at all. However, the internal force in her body was circulating continuously, driving her mental cultivation.

She left the space only after she had finally rested both physically and mentally. The room with the curtains drawn seemed a little dim. It was still eight o'clock in the morning London time, and Sherlock didn't come to see her. It seemed that neither he nor Watson had recovered to their best condition yet.

After staying in such a place with poor lighting for a long time, Wei Shengling suddenly felt a little sleepy again. It was just this problem that made him feel sleepy if he stayed in such a place for a long time, no matter whether he had just woken up or not.

Then...sleep a little longer?

Just treat it as a manufacturing detail. If someone comes to clean and takes a look, and there is no sign of anyone having slept on the bed, then where did the customer sleep, on the floor?

She made an excuse for herself and slept here peacefully until the message alert sounded.

Wei Shengling shook his head and turned on the computer.

Please open the door if you are able. ——SH

Please open it even if it is inconvenient. ——SH

Ten minutes. --S.WS

The S in front stands for Su Ji, and the WS in the back means Wei Sheng.

I looked at the time and it was one o'clock in the afternoon.

Ah this.

I quickly rushed out to wash, change clothes, make the quilt on the bed, and open the door. The whole process took only five minutes.

Sherlock at the door looked at the girl's still wet bangs and said, "It took you less time than I expected."

Wei Sheng Ling watched Sherlock's actions, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, holding a mobile phone in one hand, obviously intending to wait for a long time.

"Why do you think it will take me a long time? I remember it took me ten minutes to send it." Wei Shengling was puzzled.

"John said," his voice was lazy, "when there's no rush, ladies usually take a long time to get ready before going out. The time they send you for going out should be at least multiplied by three. When they say they've gone out, they mean they've just started to get ready. When they say they've really gone out, they mean they haven't finished putting on their makeup yet—or something like that."

So you're prepared to wait at least thirty minutes?

"This doesn't apply to all women, like me." Wei Shengling took the room card and walked out the door, put it in his pocket, and closed the door. "When have you ever seen me put on makeup?"

The only time she put on makeup after coming to the United States was at the party just after going to Gotham, and Claire helped her put it on.

After she started practicing, her foundation became very good.

Sherlock's eyes swept across her bare face. "Mrs. Hudson was very happy to hear about your presence. She has prepared a feast in Room 221B, just waiting for you to show up."

“Should I bring a gift?”

"No need."

"Okay." Wei Shengling nodded, and a bag appeared in his hand, inside of which was a silk scarf from a relatively niche brand.

Sherlock declined to comment.

Since you have decided to give me a gift, why are you asking me?

221B.

Before entering, Wei Shengling was a little nervous. This place, which was once a popular check-in spot in London, has truly become Sherlock Holmes' residence.

"Sookie," Watson opened the door with a happy look on his face, "Welcome to 221B!"

"Thank you, John," she said, relaxing a lot when she first saw an acquaintance, "I guess I did get up a little late."

"Sherlock woke up at ten in the morning. I just got up too. Even he slept so late. It's enough to prove how tired we are, isn't it?" Watson spread his hands.

Sherlock Holmes, a new benchmark for detection.

"Guys, I guess you know I can hear you," Sherlock walked out from behind Wei Shengling, entered 221B, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. "Mrs. Hudson, now that everyone is here, maybe we can have dinner?"

The first floor of 221B was very clean. The enthusiastic Mrs. Hudson came over and hugged Wei Shengling. "Oh, sweetheart, you are really too thin. It makes me feel distressed. Come, eat more."

Wei Shengling gave her gift away. Mrs. Hudson's face showed obvious surprise and joy. It was obvious that she liked the scarf very much.

The food on the table was indeed rich and not limited to British cuisine. Wei Shengling felt a little restrained, but slowly relaxed after listening to the conversations of others.

I feel that Mrs. Hudson, like Mrs. Thomson, is a person with a story.

After finishing the meal, Mrs. Hudson didn't say much. She left time for the other three people. "Don't worry about me. I didn't buy the dishwasher in the kitchen just for decoration... Also, Sherlock, don't put a human head in the refrigerator on the first floor. Isn't the refrigerator on the second floor enough for you?"

"I'll take it out." Sherlock strode to the refrigerator and took out a human head with closed eyes.

Wei Sheng Ling: ...

I have seen many corpses, but this is the first time I have seen a severed head.

fresh.

I followed Sherlock and Watson to the second floor. Compared with the first floor, the second floor was much messier, with stacked documents, a violin and a pistol on the coffee table, messy test tubes and conical flasks on the table, and many bullet holes on the wall.

Sherlock opened the refrigerator on the second floor and put the head in. "How was your conversation with Mycroft yesterday?"

"Not very good," Wei Shengling sat on one of the single sofas, "at least I am not happy."

"He will change his attitude next time we meet." Sherlock came over and sat on another single sofa, reaching out to pick up the violin, "Because he is afraid of your strength. His attitude yesterday was just because you would not act rashly. He was testing your character."

"It's quite annoying."

"really."

A melodious tune flowed from the bow. Watson raised his eyebrows. "It's rare that Sherlock didn't saw wood."

"Maybe I'm in a good mood."

Of course I'm in a good mood.

Sherlock could easily guess why Wei Shengling did not quarrel with Mycroft on the spot. He was cautious, trying to get information from Mycroft and understand his purpose, and...

Because of him, I respect his brother.