Chapter 11: The Difficult Life of Co-habitation Part Two

  After unwrapping the package, Le's classmate sent a recorder with the Rockets logo printed on it. The blank space for signing was simply drawn with a head portrait of Yao Ming by Le Shengwei.

  In this world where it's hard to distinguish between reality and fantasy, if you can see Yao Ming joining the Rockets, then you should also be able to see Beijing hosting the Olympics in 2008.

  Then she can also see the movies that once appeared in her life, Wong Kar-wai will shoot "2046" again, and she can go to the cinema to watch "The 13 Women of Nanjing" again.

  It's truly a moving and tear-jerking thing to see history unfolding before our eyes in a familiar trajectory...

  But Ludwig still had to say -

  You draw Yao Ming, just draw Yao Ming, I understand your deeply loving heart...

  But are you dare not to draw a comic strip version of Yao Ming! Dare or not!

  He turned on the recorder, Ludwig first took out an in-ear earphone from his pocket and walked to the window before pressing the play button.

  Even though they were already two or three meters apart, Ludwig couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be heard by the keen-eared Mr. Holmes.

  But... it's better than nothing anyway.

  It was enough that she could tap out Morse code and see a severed arm without screaming to make Mr. Holmes suspicious once.

  Listening to a recording and having to hide back in the room is already strange, let alone for a famous detective who is prone to suspicion.

  Leshi Wei, my family has tried their best to save you, but you still want to stubbornly come up with a Northeastern two-person turn...

  The Na family can only silently gaze up at the sky now~

  As soon as he pressed the broadcast button, Ludwig immediately burst out laughing.

  The world was filled with wailing and howling, and Ludwig's eardrums even trembled slightly.

  Empress Dowager!

  Ah ah ah I'm going to be tortured to death by the French baccalaureate! You've been in London for long enough, hurry back! The philosophy questions are too much for me to handle alone, it's unbearable!

  Why did I think probability theory was abnormal back then?

  That muscular guy who teaches logic is staring at me more and more tightly now, I think he has a crush on me.

  I heard that France has a lot of homosexuals, didn't Da Vinci have fun playing with the blacksmith, and later almost got locked up ahahahaha can't hold it!

  Empress, please come back soon! I don't want to eat bread anymore, I miss eating porridge and pickled vegetables so much ~t_t~

  There is a tea set you wanted and the tutoring fee I owe you in the express package. You must come back before June, I think logic and philosophy are not good for people.

  "If you don't come back before June, after graduation, just wait for your own dead body."

  ……

  …………

  ………

  It's really unbearable to listen to this voice message - Is it discussing the miserable life of children in France?

  Ludwig let out a sigh of relief - fortunately it was in French.

  But...

  Is Leonardo da Vinci good in Italy? You are a stupid goods with a bad brain!

  Huaboleisi, a graduate student in the Department of Finance at Central University of Finance and Economics, met with Kouhao Li Weixi after being trapped in the body of French high school student Serge Gainsbourg for a year.

  When they met, they were two pairs of neighbors who had lived next door for a year.

  So, this habit of not visiting each other's homes is really a major obstacle hindering cultural exchange and development.

  Many young people who are confused and disoriented are like that because they don't talk to their neighbors in daily life, so their brains become like this.

  It's no longer just a matter of whether one's brain is good or bad, but rather that there's only one thread left...

  ……orz。

  After Ludwig and Leishiwei had a warm meeting in the distant space-time, Huobao met Jiuhuo, just like heavenly thunder stirring up earthly fire.

  He started ranting and couldn't stop.

  These two months, due to frequent trips back and forth, Ludwig almost had no chance to write letters to Siyu.

  This typical dialogue of a nerd and an otaku girl is really nostalgic.

  Sherlock sat on one side, took a sip of coffee, and quickly tapped something on his phone.

  Ludwig glanced at him, turned on the recording function, thought for a moment, and responded in French:

  My dear, don't give up treatment, after I safely return home, I will definitely hold a grand funeral for you.

  "Alright."

  "Oh... thank you." The young mailman's face turned red as he took the recorder, glancing at Ludwig and then Sherlock.

  Then he busied himself putting the recorder into his file bag, even forgetting to bid farewell, and turned around to run off.

  Ludwig: “……”

  Is this the rhythm of sister hooking up but being rejected instead?

  She turned her head and found Holmes staring at her.

  "Mr. Holmes? Is there something wrong with my face?"

  Holmes' eyes were deep-set, this guy's eyes were always like a snake or a lizard, in short, a kind of reptile, shining with an inorganic glass luster.

  "If you have already decided on 221B Baker Street as your residence, I think we should discuss the matter of rent."

  Ludwig straightened up slightly: "You've already given this month's rent to Mrs. Haudson, haven't you? Then I'll just give it to you."

  "Do you plan on paying rent every month?"

  Ludwig said apologetically, "Well, first of all I'm not sure how long I can stay, and because of traveling, I'm often not at home."

  "It's too inconvenient, when you travel and don't pay rent, large household items still need to be kept here."

  "Why is it placed here?" Ludwig said in surprise:

  "My bed sheets are linen, and they should be thrown away after a month. As for the leftover food that I didn't finish eating, you can also throw it away if you don't need it... Apart from these things, all I have left is just one suitcase of luggage, which can be easily taken away without causing any inconvenience to you."

  "Even if you take it all away, it's still not convenient."

  Sherlock's tone was firm: "If I can't determine when you'll be back, I won't be able to rent out the house. I certainly can't let it sit empty without paying rent."

  Mr. Holmes, the logo on your shirt is dazzling me, are you sure it's necessary to argue with me about the rent?

  Moreover, Ludwig recalled that both Mrs. Hudson and Inspector Lestrade had mentioned that before her, Mr. Holmes would always drive his new roommates away.

  It is clear that Mr. Holmes was not at all averse to having a roommate, nor was he short of money; it is more likely that he sought a roommate at the behest of his brother, the legendary British fighter Mycroft.

  So, isn't a roommate like her who can leave at any time and go anywhere the most ideal choice?

  Mr. Holmes, why is he so obsessed with whether she paid the full year's rent or not...

  "It doesn't matter, I won't put you in a difficult position. You don't have to mind me, if there's a suitable person, just rent it out."

  Ludwig said with great understanding and reason.

  This was also Ludwig's initial idea - if she, due to her travels, had the room on Baker Street rented out, then she would have a perfect reason not to live on Baker Street, wouldn't she?

  And it won't implicate Mrs. Hodgson either.

  For example...

  "You ask me why I don't live on Baker Street?"

  Since the room is shared, if you don't live there, your roommate will naturally rent out the empty room. Others will rent out their already leased house, and Mrs. Hatteson can't control that either~╮(╯▽╰)╭

  For example...

  You ask me why I don't rent the whole room? Why don't you pay the full year's rent for the room?

  "Look at the living expenses you gave me! Is it enough? Is it enough?"

  Camilla corn~ You should definitely raise my living expenses to make up for your deceased brother's sake~╮(╯▽╰)╭

  ……

  "Voilà." Sherlock suddenly flashed a brilliant smile.

  Ludwig was startled by that one word "Vichy".

  "Let's compromise. You can pay eight months' rent in advance, I don't like frequent changes of roommates, it takes too much time to get along with each other again."

  Sir, have you really had interactions with human beings other than Watson? -_-

  "I..."

  "If you don't stay for half a month in a month, it's considered that you didn't rent the house this month, and the rent will be postponed to next month."

  "But..."

  "As a token of gratitude for your cooperation, we'll split the rent 40-60."

  "Thank you, but..."

  "Is it still too high?"

  He tilted his head and said, "I don't have much research on housing rent. If it's still too high, a 30-70 split is also acceptable."

  "That's not what I meant..."

  Sherlock's expression was very sincere: "Is that because you don't have enough money on you? If it's just that, I can help you pay in advance for the rest of the year."

  “……”

  Mom, the local tyrant is here, London is so scary...

  "Mr. Holmes, we've only known each other for a day and I'm still French... aren't you worried that I'll run off without paying?"

  "It doesn't matter." Sherlock put down his coffee cup and gave Ludwig a faint smile:

  "As long as you're on this earth, you're in my line of sight."

  Mr. Holmes is majestic and awe-inspiring...

  "Alright, Ludwig pouted, Mr. Holmes - Global High Definition Synchronous Satellite... She already knew about this matter."

  But indeed solved her urgent need... This way she doesn't have to borrow money from Le Shi Wei anymore.

  Ludwig was completely blown away by Sherlock's sugar-coated cannonballs and forgot his original intention of moving.

  37 degrees! This is 37 degrees!

  It's hard to find such cheap housing in London!

  Can't find such a majestic roommate!

  "Faced with such a generous roommate, I can only... thank you for your kindness, Mr. Holmes."

  Ludwig stretched out his hand to Charlotte, who looked at him with a smile all over her face but remained seated without moving.

  Ludwig waited for two seconds, Sherlock still gazing at her, with no movement on his hands.

  Alright... Mr. Holmes didn't know that a handshake between people could also mean cooperation and agreement... This is normal too...

  Ludwig then reached out with his large hand and shook it twice.

  "Deal."

  "Excellent," Sherlock said.

  Then... from the beginning of our conversation until now, the brilliant smile that had been hanging on Sherlock's face was all sucked away.

  He leaned back on the sofa, his expressionless face restored.

  But her posture was classically elegant, with long fingers holding a fork like white porcelain in sunlight.

  "So is my value of use gone?"

  But after calming down, Ludwig still couldn't understand at all...

  Mr. Holmes, who seemed to have no particular preference for money, insisted that she pay a year's rent.

  As expected, the world of geniuses is not something that she can understand...