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Little Hopkins and Little Bissandy sat shoulder to shoulder on the thick branches of the black-skinned sycamore, and the crow landed on Hopkins' shoulder, pecking at the pieces of cheese and assorted nuts they had used for wine from the bag he was holding.

The black-skinned sycamore, also known as the safflower sycamore, can grow up to fifty-five feet, and the sycamores outside their dormitory are all above forty feet, and the light of the street lamps cannot affect this place at all, as long as the two of them pay a little attention when they go up and down, and be hidden, no one will notice that someone is blatantly violating the law above their heads.

Sasha and Beelzebub could even see the lake in the distance, which was like a small silver coin reflecting the moonlight against the dark trees and lawns, and could be picked up by reaching out.

"Oh, look, our caretaker seems to have a guest coming." Beelzebub said. "Looks like he's going to have a great night."

"That's his sister." Sasha said, "Brian. I sent you the DuPont information a week ago. ”

"Oh, of course, yes......" said Beelzebub, "some more wine?" ”

***

Blanche. DuPont is Brian. DuPont's sister, a third-grader, is the caretaker of the freshman girls' dormitory, and she and her brother have dinner every three days, even to get to know each other's situation and solve each other's problems.

She had hair and eyes the same color as her brother, with stunning breasts and rounded hips, long legs, and a strong waist.

Tonight's dessert is sabayon, which may not be very complicated to make, but requires a high degree of mastery of ingredients and heat - eggs mixed with cream and wine. Poured over fresh fruit, roasted in the oven for a while, and topped with grated lemon zest – it's simply incredibly beautiful, stacked with mountains of red cherries. A few blueberries for garnish are topped with a milky egg paste in the shape of volcanic lava, a little dark brown powder, and the top is decorated with green lemon balm leaves.

The best time to eat it was in the minutes it had just come out of the oven, and now that it had completely cooled, the rich caramel aroma still made Blanche groan.

"Oh. No...... Damn, it's half past nine in the evening," she complained, "You know I'm losing weight." ”

"Don't think about it so much when you're eating." Her brother said nonchalantly, he would never have thought of how much a girl would have to pay to lose a pound of flesh on her belly.

"A big plate." Blanche said, shaking her head. At the same time, she eagerly picked up her spoon, "Add gin," she savored with her little tongue, which she was accustomed to, "Where did you get it?" It's fresh black tartare cherries - those die-hard guys have always scoffed at greenhouses. ”

"I don't know." Brian replied honestly.

"At least—which restaurant?"

"It's not a restaurant," Brian said, "it's a freshman, and his father sent him cherries, and he made snacks for me." ”

"A bribe?"

"A gift," Brian glanced reproachfully, "and I'm sharing it with you—I did have a good job for him, but that was a long time ago." ”

"For a long time? Relative to what? Manchester's school day is less than two quarters away from today. His sister scooped up a spoonful of cherries, with a finely lubricated cream, the amount of which made the little hill on the spoon look a little shaky. It was a bit too much for Blanche's mouth, but she didn't let the spoon scrape even the slightest sound on the plate, nor did she let her lips be stained with evidence of gluttony. It's a gift from the DuPont family, who can always act as if they were getting the most out of it: "What job?" ”

"Map."

Blanche pulled the spoon out of his mouth, "How's he doing?" ”

"He's a good boy who cares."

"What are your targets?"

"One of a hundred."

"But you value him."

"Just a little." Brian said, "The rest is yours." ”

"Thanks," said Blanche, "you should have chosen him for that too." ”

"No kidding." Brian said mildly, but seriously, "They're going to be upset." ”

"Chauvinists and Nazis, do you practice fascist rites at meetings? Or kiss the older person's beep——? (That's what we all know...... stuff)"

"Eat yours. Blanche. ”

***

"Anyway, it's enviable. I'm surrounded by girls, but all of them are kitchen killers. ”

"Including you?" Brian exclaimed, as he washed no less than two dozen dishes in the kitchen, "Wake up from my couch, since you're losing weight and you ate half a plate of cream snacks five minutes ago, the cherries are sweet, aren't they?" ”

Then he heard his sister grunting through the room—she deliberately kept her footsteps loud.

"I've got to go back," Blanche poked his head out of the kitchen door, "help me thank the boy and tell him I'm willing to go on a date with him, depending on his next gift." ”

"Are you sure you want me to tell him you've eaten nearly a pound of cherries and cream at once?"

"If there's a pound of cherries and cream left." Blanche said, walking in on tiptoe and kissing her brother's face, "Good night." ”

"Good night." Brian kissed his sister back, with both hands foaming over, "Don't forget to close the door for me." ”

"I'll close the window for you." Blanche said.

Brian smiled, this was his and Blanche's secret, there was only eleven months between them, Blanche was an accident, so they got along like twin brothers and sisters, the relationship was much better than that of other blood relatives, "close the window" was a code, when one of them accidentally made a mistake, the other would try to make up for it and hide it.

Blanche was referring to the Green Badge, which has recently popped up in Manchester, and is said to belong to an environmental group, but whose members are mostly criminals and anarchists, some of whom are also linked to the Earth Animal Liberation Front, which has been identified as a terrorist organization.

It's not a big deal to strip naked and wrap yourself in plastic wrap to protest the indiscriminate whaling or to display yourself naked in a cage to protest the inhumane treatment of laboratory animals, but many students in Manchester have a sensitive identity that they must never be involved in scandal or criminal behaviour, especially the "stuff" that can be misunderstood by the public – when a student wears that badge in ignorance, he represents not only himself, but his family and clan, and even the whole system.

The badge first appeared in the girls' group, including freshmen and second-graders, but not for third- and fourth-graders, and teachers and school workers are unknown.

Blanche is tracing the roots to find the first student to bring the badge into Manchester or something, while Brian keeps an eye on his other half and can only warn the school when he gets Blanche's investigation report.

"Do you know what their names are?"

"Twelve-winged."

(To be continued) (To be continued)