Chapter nine hundred and seventy-four youth problems
"So you locked your sister in the manor?" Joan of Arc raised her head, her skin that had been wiped with sunscreen reflected the oily light. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of warm sunlight shining on her body. "You treat the manor as a drug rehabilitation center.
Already?"
"Yes, I asked her for a month's leave. In order to prevent her from getting into more trouble, it is very necessary for her to quit soft drugs." Salomon also closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He said, "What's more, the environment of the manor is much better than that of a white-collar prison—the kind of prison where economic criminals can grow organic vegetables and learn textile skills. There are several bears here, several sheep, and one has a fruit knife in its mouth.
There's no better place in the world to have a cat trying to commit murder and a horse trying to chew up the lawn. I don't want her to make a mess of her life when she gets older.
It would be too sad to have to go to a nursing home and gather your friends to plan a robbery."
"Bayonetta is taking care of her." Joan of Arc still didn't open her eyes. She was wearing an extremely revealing pure white bikini, and she was trying hard to show off the sun marks. However, no matter how strong the sun was, her skin was still white.
Bright, almost transparent under the sunlight, like a piece of white jade. "This is a novel experience for her. She always said that she wanted to learn how to deal with rebellious teenagers so as to prepare for the future."
"Let me out!" Little Lorna clenched her fists and slammed the door, "I don't want to drink organic milk!"
"But you have to drink the medicine, girl." Bayonetta said slowly, leaning on the doorframe. A black silk Japanese yukata with gold edges embroidered with intricate patterns of flowers and cranes was hung loosely around her body.
, the witch's beautiful shoulders were exposed to the air, and then covered under the black hair tied up randomly. Her whole body exuded the smell of sunshine and sunscreen, but regrettably, Bayonetta still couldn't
She showed off her bikini tan. She was holding a long pipe in her hand. The pipe was filled with alchemical ointment, and jumping flames were suspended above the pipe. "Drink it, and I will let you take a sip." She said, "
Once you taste the alchemical ointment, you won't want those soft drugs."
"I'm not a fucking drug addict!"
"Watch the language." Bayonetta knocked on the door with her pipe, "Take the medicine, and then your work for today is done."
"I don't want to step on the sewing machine, this is not a prison!" Little Lorna wrinkled her nose and said, "I would rather have sex with my brother than do this kind of prison work!"
"Girl, if you're trying to piss me off, this is a very old trick."
"Really? Then wait until I crawl into his bed in the middle of the night before you say that! Anyway, there is no better man than him in the world. The boys in the school are all idiots, so I can only choose him!"
"I believe Bayonetta will get along well with little Lorna." Salomon stretched out with a comfortable expression. When he proposed to the principal of the private school to give little Lorna a long vacation,
The other party happily agreed, and Salomon didn't even have time to tell all the words he had prepared. He had some doubts about whether this was because little Lorna's reputation in school was not good. He also tried to ask for help.
Little Lorna's past report cards came - but the idiot principal said that all children's results are now confidential. And there are no specific scores, only grades. This is to avoid hurting their self-esteem and to protect those minorities.
Children of descent.
This is simply the stupidest thing Salomon has ever heard this year.
Grain sprouts
In New York, a place where political correctness is prevalent, many people think that this behavior is a sign of respect, but in fact it is a deeper level of discrimination. Before the Civil War, a pseudoscience called phrenology was popular in the American South. Many people believed that the skulls of black people
There are three small depressions, which are considered to be evidence that black people have lower IQs than white people. The various scholarships in American universities today-diversity scholarships, lgbtqiapk scholarships, etc., are all discrimination packaged in the name of importance-the city
The government does not care about the basic education construction of the black community, but instead tries to find ways to lift black people with lower scores to sit in the same classroom with those who study hard; or it reduces police funding so that the police do not arrest so many people.
There are many black criminals (blacks contribute 50% of the crime in the United States), and they accuse the police of violent law enforcement when dealing with black criminals, etc., to reflect fairness to ethnic minorities in a way that is unfair to other people.
This is fucking stupid. Even those red-necked truck drivers from the Rust Belt have a more normal way of thinking than Our Lady of the White Left. Several of Salomon’s normal friends are truck drivers, although their incomes are not as high as those of urban white-collar workers.
Their taste is not very good, their intelligence level is not very high, and they believe in all kinds of conspiracy theories, but at least they don't say privileged stupid things about minorities, environmental protection, and women's rights while drinking, and try to put everyone on the
A hostile position. Although most of the media exaggerate that this group of people are white trash and racists, they are a minority after all. Salomon did not discover this when getting along with his ordinary friends - they gave
The nicknames given by others are indeed unpleasant, but as long as they are blue-collar workers from the same class as them, the truck drivers Salomon knows will treat them normally. On the contrary, the media that talks about "anti-racial discrimination" are the most racist.
People think that all people other than white people are sub-humans, and they don’t even dare to speak their minds.
It is really difficult to find a normal person in the United States now, as if the world feels sorry for him.
“Would you like some more sunscreen?”
"Of course. Untie the laces for me, I'm too lazy to do it myself." Joan turned over on the recliner, "Where else did you go that night?"
"What?"
"The night you caught Lorna," she said, "I remember you called the manor after you caught the drug dealer, but it took you several hours to come back."
"I first took little Lorna to eat the Baptist Beef in Chicago. The snack cart I've eaten at for many years is still there. Then I took her to the Avengers Base." Salomon put on the cold sunscreen.
He squeezed it onto his hands, then rubbed his hands to wipe it away. He waved his fingers, and the bikini strings on Joan's back untied themselves. The white-haired witch needed to apply sunscreen all over her body, so Salomon had to get another one.
Bottle. "If I hadn't let little Lorna get Captain America's autograph, she wouldn't have been so easily deceived by me. She also posted a tweet taking a photo with Captain America. I can imagine how much fun she will have in school in the future.
It’s popular.”
When the sunscreen was applied to the skin, Joan of Arc did not feel the cold feeling. I have to say that Salomon was quite considerate in some details. "Why are you going to the Avengers base? Don't you hate it?"
That place?" she asked, "Do you want to find your spy lover?"
"I just want to talk to Steve Rogers about something." Salomon shook his head. "I value him very much, you know. He does have various shortcomings. After all, he is only a mortal, but his
His moral character is indeed very noble. He has the courage to sacrifice. Over the years, I have been trying to persuade him to change his allegiance, and now it has begun to bear fruit. He now understands that he should fight for humanity and its future. Hey, Bayonetta
, how are you getting along with little Lorna? Has she drank the potion?"
"No!" Bayonetta took off her bathrobe and let the expensive silk fall on the lawn. She lay down in the same position as if relieved, "Give me some sunscreen, I need a good sleep.
Phew... teenagers are so difficult to deal with that we even had a debate about whether high school girls need to remain virgins."