"I told you that I don't want you to take revenge on him. What are you doing in your spare time? Go to your Christmas dance!"

Sean shrugged: "We're working on it... But since you said so... let's do it. Hey, when you said that, I suddenly remembered - you don't hate Colton, and you don't want to

He’s pestering you, right?”

Sherlock nodded slightly and said, "Yes, yes, what's the matter?"

Sean's eyes lit up: "You see, the problem always comes back to the same place - if I help Colton find a girlfriend, then he won't pester you? Falk, I'm so damned

Mom is a genius!”

"Genius, you big-headed devil!" Sherlock was going crazy. She didn't know how she made Sean change the topic again.

"Isn't this inappropriate? Anyway, you just don't hate him, and you don't say you like him either?" Sean spread his hands.

"When did I say I didn't like him?!" Sherlock was so angry that his eyes were red, and he didn't realize what he said.

"bingo——" Sean blinked.

Sherlock finally realized what he had just said, and was stunned as if struck by lightning.

Sean chuckled: "I can pretend I didn't hear anything."

"You have to be like this!" Sherlock felt like he was going crazy.

No, I am already crazy, otherwise why would I say these words.

Sean came over with a smile: "Senior sister, I have a new plan——"

"You get out!"

"Won't you listen?"

"Get out!"

"So I'm going to find Colton?"

"return!"

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"How is it?" Colton's expression seemed to be asking about the military situation on the battlefield.

Sean shook his head solemnly: "The situation is not very optimistic..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Colton is visibly depressed.

"But -" Sean changed the topic, "It's not hopeless..."

Colton was immediately rekindled.

"You listen to me?"

"certainly."

"Okay, there will be a dance on Christmas, and then, you will be like this..."

After a while, Colton raised his head with some embarrassment: "Is it really okay?"

Sean spread his hands: "It's up to you whether you believe it or not."

"Then...I listen to you." Colton took a deep breath. It was clear that there were still many days until Christmas, but the expression on his face was like that of a soldier about to die.

After a few more instructions, Sean waved and left. Halfway through, he stopped and said, "By the way, you owe me fifteen Galleons now."

"Why?" Colton's rising seriousness was destroyed by a clear sense of stupidity, "I asked you to borrow ten galleons - is the interest rate of the Wallops so high?"

Sean curled his lips: "Her share must also be counted on your head."

"ah?"

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"Statistically it's almost the same -" Sean stretched.

Hermione took the parchment in his hand and checked it again. While checking it, she said helplessly: "How much work have you done?"

"You don't know, Hermione, chatting with an emotional idiot is really draining of energy." Sean sighed.

Hermione shook her head in disbelief, and then she turned her head as if she had thought of something.

Noticing her movements, Sean wondered: "What's wrong?"

Hermione wrinkled her nose: "Nothing."

"Your answer is too classic, right? When your girlfriend asks..." Sean spread his hands.

Who knows, Hermione immediately stood up holding the parchment and went out with a bang.
Chapter completed!