"So you locked your sister in the manor?" Joan of Arc looked up and wiped the skin of sunscreen with oil reflected. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of warm sunshine on her body. "Did you treat the manor as a drug rehabilitation center?"

"Yes, I asked her for a month's vacation. To avoid her getting into more trouble, it is very necessary to get her to quit soft drugs." Salomon also closed her eyes and said drowsy. "What's more, the environment of the manor is much better than that of a white-collar prison - the kind of economic criminal prison that can grow organic vegetables and learn textile craftsmanship. There are a few bears, a few sheep, a cat who attempts to commit murder with a fruit knife in his mouth, and a horse who wants to gnaw over the lawn. There is no better place in the world than this. I don't want her to turn her life into a pile of shit. When she gets old, she has to go to a nursing home to call her partners to plan a robbery. That's so sad."

"Berunita is taking care of her." Joan of Arc still did not open her eyes. She was wearing an extremely exposed pure white bikini and tried hard to show off the sun marks. However, no matter how strong the sun was, her skin was still white and 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 to prepare for the future."

"Let me out!" Little Lorna clenched her fists and smashed the door desperately, "I don't want to drink organic milk!"

"But you have to drink the medicine, girl." Berenita leaned against the door frame and said slowly. A black-bottomed gold-edged silk yukata embroidered with complex flowers and crane patterns was loosely draped over her. The witch's beautiful shoulders were exposed to the air and covered under the randomly tied black hair. She exuded the smell of sunshine and sunscreen all over her body, but unfortunately, Berenita still couldn't show off the bikini sun marks. She was holding a long pipe in her hand. The pipe was filled with alchemy ointment, and the jumping flames were suspended above the pipe.

"Drink it and I'll let you take a sip," she said. "When you taste the alchemy ointment, you won't want those soft drugs."

"I'm not a fucking addict!"

"Be careful of the language." Beyonetta knocked on the door with her pipe, "Take the medicine, and then your work today is done."

"I don't want to step on the sewing machine, this is not a prison!" Little Lorna said with a frown, "I would rather have sex with my brother than do this kind of prison job!"

"Girl, if you want to anger me, this trick is too old-fashioned."

"Is that so? Then wait until I climbed into his bed in the middle of the night and you'll say that! Anyway, there is no better man in this world than him. The boys in the school are all idiots, so I can only choose him!"

"I believe Beyonetta will definitely get along well with Lorna." Salomon stretched and looked comfortable. When he asked the principal of the private school to ask Lorna for a long vacation, the other party agreed happily, and even made Salomon unable to tell the prepared rhetoric. He was a little doubtful whether this was because Lorna's reputation was not very good in the school. He also tried to get Lorna's past transcript - but the idiot principal said that the scores of all children are now kept confidential. There are no specific scores, only grade levels, which is to avoid hurting their self-esteem and protecting those children of minorities.

This is the stupidest thing Salomon has ever heard this year.

In New York, a place where political correctness is prevalent, many people think that this behavior is valued, but in fact it is a deeper discrimination. Before the Civil War, a pseudoscience called phrenology prevailed in the southern United States. Many people believe that black people have three small depressions in their skulls, believing that this is evidence that black people have lower IQ than white people. Nowadays, various scholarships in American universities - diversified scholarships, LGBTQIAPK scholarships, etc. are all discriminations that are packaged with the name of attention.

The city government does not care about the basic education construction of the black community, but instead tries to lift black people with lower scores up and sit in the same classroom with those who are working hard to learn; or reduces police funds to prevent police from arresting so many black criminals (blacks contribute 50% of the crimes in the United States), and accuses police of violent law enforcement when treating black criminals, etc., to reflect fairness to minorities in an unfair way to others.

This is fucking stupid. Even the red-neck truck drivers with rust belts have a normal way of thinking than the White Left Mother. Several normal friends of Salomon are truck drivers. Although their income is not as high as urban white-collar workers, their taste is not very good, and their intelligence level is not very high. I believe in various conspiracy theories, but at least they will not say anything when drinking, paying attention to the privileged and stupid words of a few people, environmental protection and women's rights, and try to put everyone in a hostile position.

Although most media exaggerate that this group of people is white garbage and racist, they are a minority after all, and the number is not as high as that of black criminals. Salomon did not find this when he got along with his ordinary friends - the nicknames they gave to others are indeed unpleasant, but as long as they are blue-collar workers of the same class as them, the truck drivers Salomon knew will treat them normally.

They even voted for the Democrats.

On the contrary, the media that say "opposes racial discrimination" are the most racial discriminatory people, believing that all white people are subhumans, and they don't even dare to say what they think.

It is really difficult to find a normal person in the United States now, as if the world is sorry for him.

“Do you want some sunscreen?”

"Of course. I'm too lazy to do it myself." Joan of Arc turned over on the recliner, "Where did you go that night?"

"What?"

"The night you caught Lorna," she said, "I remember calling the manor after you caught the drug dealer, but it took you several hours to come back."

"I took Lorna to eat Baptist beef in Chicago. The snack cart I've been eating for many years is still there. Then I took her to the Avengers base." Salomon squeezed the cold sunscreen into his hands and rubbed his hands away. He waved his fingers, and the bikini lace behind Joan of Arc was untied by himself. The white-haired witch needed to apply sunscreen all over her body, so Salomon had to get another bottle. "If I hadn't let Lorna get Captain America's signature, she wouldn't have been tricked by me so easily. She also posted a Twitter photo with Captain America. I can imagine how popular she will be in school in the future."

When sunscreen was applied to the skin, Joan of Arc didn't feel the cold. I have to say that Salomon was quite considerate in some details. "Why are you going to the Avengers base? Don't you hate that place?" she asked, "Do you want to find your female 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 all kinds of shortcomings. He is just a mortal after all, but his character is indeed very noble. He has the courage to sacrifice. Over the years, I have been persuading him to change his loyalty partner, and now he has achieved initial results. He now understands that he should fight for the future of mankind and mankind. Hey, Beyonita, how are he getting along with little Lorna? Has she drunk the potion?"

"No!" Beyonetta unbuttoned her yukata and let the expensive silk fall on the lawn. She lay in her previous position as if she was relieved. "Give me some sunscreen, I need a good sleep. Huh... teenagers are really hard to deal with, and we also had a debate on whether high school girls need to maintain virginity. I really can't imagine how we will educate our daughter in the future."
Chapter completed!