Operation Red Book

Chapter 466 Adolescent Boys and Girls

"what?"

Joshua raised the loose brim of his hat that covered his glasses and looked at Christine with a puzzled look.

Christine's cheeks flushed instantly, and her eyes, shining with anticipation and curiosity, shot towards Joshua like a salute.

"Have you ever kissed Miss Ivy?"

"No."

Joshua replied quickly, tilting his head in confusion, not understanding why Kristen would ask such a question.

"So...what about the other girls besides Miss Ivy?"

"nor."

"Maybe...boys..."

"no!"

Joshua replied quickly, his breathing heavy at such a personal topic.

He opened his mouth slightly, a little annoyed, but still tried to answer Christine's bombardment of questions.

"Really? Don't lie!"

"Really not, I didn't lie, why would I lie..."

"Well, in your school's drama, too... It's like 'Sleeping Beauty', where you are the unconscious Sleeping Beauty and Ms. Ivy is the brave and fearless Prince! And then you two... Kiss! Kiss!"

It turned out that they were talking about drama. Ivy must have talked to her about it before. Joshua's heart, which had suddenly risen, slowly calmed down.

Teenagers at this age are in the exploratory stage of their lives and are particularly curious about things that make them blush and their hearts beat faster.

This is normal, Joshua told himself sympathetically.

"I have never played a princess, nor a prince."

"Ah..." Christine frowned, she was a little disappointed, "Then what have you played?"

“I usually play the mouse.”

"The kind that can talk..."

"A dead rat lying in the corner of the stage."

Christine stopped talking. She stared at Joshua's charcoal-black eyes and asked carefully:

"Have you only played the role of a dead rat? Have you never played... anything else?"

"Of course I have."

"What is it!"

"a tree."

"The kind that can talk..."

"It's a tree... standing at the edge of the stage."

Christine stopped talking again. She opened her big innocent eyes and slowly leaned back on the sofa.

Seeing this, Joshua became more and more certain that Christine was trapped in the confusion of adolescence.

He was like this before. When he was in junior high school, he suddenly developed an inexplicable liking for the beautiful blonde girl in the next class.

At that time, the image of the beautiful girl always lingered in his mind. It was her smile before he went to bed and her face when he woke up.

For this reason, he went to bed early every day, just to fill his beautiful dreams with the image of that girl.

This situation only lasted for a week, because a week later, the beautiful blonde girl brought a group of beautiful girls to block him on the way home from school, snatched his pocket money while screaming, and then pushed him into the corner and beat him up.

The pretty blonde kicked him in the face five times, with enough force that Joshua paid careful attention.

From then on, the beautiful dream turned into a nightmare, and Joshua’s young adolescence ended regretfully.

Thinking of this, Joshua decided to be brave and help this lost and unknown girl through her difficulties.

He slowly approached Christine, his blackened eyes revealing clear stupidity: "Are you in puberty?"

"what?"

It doesn't seem right to ask: "I mean, do you have a crush on someone?"

"Don't talk nonsense! I'm a lady!" Christine shouted in panic.

"Ah! Sorry..."

Joshua quickly sat up straight. Adolescent girls are really sensitive. Why not let Ivy complete this mission?

The two were silent for a while, and in the awkward air, Christine's creamy and sweet voice came softly.

"I'm just... I'm just curious... what it feels like to have a first kiss..."

first kiss...

Joshua was startled when he heard these two words, like the petals of a flower bursting open.

This word was so far away from him that he often forgot that there was such a word in the world - First Kiss.

His flaxen eyes gradually sank. Perhaps at this moment, he and Christine were thinking about the same thing:

What does your first kiss feel like?

"But you don't know, and Miss Ivy refused to tell me..." Christine continued.

"Why didn't she tell you?" Joshua asked curiously.

"She said that words couldn't explain it, and asked me to explore when I grow up, but she also didn't allow me to be with that person..."

"that person?"

"Oh! Why do you ask that? I am a lady..."

"Oh!"

Before he finished speaking, the wooden door of the bedroom made another loud bang.

"You are not allowed to find fault with me anymore. According to your wishes, I am a pious and self-sufficient nun."

Ivy walked out of the darkness while muttering quickly.

This look is quite consistent with the social standards of the 19th century. Except for the white headscarf half draped over her hair which does not comply with church regulations, the rest of Ivy's body is tightly wrapped in black elastic fabric.

"The black protagonist in Sister Act..." Joshua pointed.

"Take off your clothes, right here."

Holmes suddenly interrupted, with a serious look on his face, and he did not seem to be joking.

"Ah..." Joshua blinked blankly.

"Oh my God! What did I hear!" Christine opened her mouth like a man.

"For God's sake! Sherlock! How can you say such things to a child dressed as a nun! I remember you were not a beast!" Lestrade was furious at Holmes.

"That's right!" Ivy clutched the cross on her chest tightly and followed Lestrade's words, "May God bless you! Sherlock..."

"Take off your clothes! I can see those white feathers sticking out of your sleeves!"

"Humph!"

Having been exposed, Ivy stomped her feet again.