Original God, starting from the sister against the brother

[Noon, February 2, XX] (a well-preserved page)

I didn’t eat all of the two bubble oranges that Sister Bubble Orange gave me last night. Instead, I gave half of them to my brother Jacques.

We are good friends, and good friends should share delicious food.

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[Noon, February 2, XX] (A more wrinkled page with signs of being torn)

Today is the day when my beloved mother-in-law is on duty, and she is unhappy.

In fact, she loves my mother-in-law so much that she would bring us food, but it would only be fist-sized pieces as big as sandbags.

Because I love my mother-in-law, I learned that it is true that stars will appear before people's eyes after being beaten.

And the loving mother-in-law would assign us many tasks. In addition to cleaning the yard, she also asked us to make many small gifts. If we were slow or did not do it well and the raw materials were wasted, the loving mother-in-law would give us some punishment.

Fortunately, the day when Grandma-in-law was on duty was not a [lunch day], otherwise she would deliberately increase the workload and make us completely exhausted.

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【February 2, XX, evening】 (a well-preserved page)

Today is the day when Sister Paopaoju is on duty, so happy!!!

Sure enough, Sister Bubble Orange brought us a lot of delicious food as usual, and we all enjoyed the meal very much. It would be great if Sister Bubble Orange was on duty every day.

But....I always feel that Sister Bubble Orange doesn't seem as energetic as before. Maybe she didn't get enough rest.

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[February 2, XX, evening] (a page that has been gnawed away, the handwriting is illegible)

[February 2, XX, morning] (A very wrinkled page, the diary was heavily scribbled, with only a few vaguely recognizable sentences left)

Last night...I met Bubble Orange again...He gave me four Bubble Oranges...I gave two and a half to Ya.

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【February 2, XX, evening】 (a well-preserved page)

It seems like something is going to happen in the orphanage.

Early this morning, all the children were woken up from their beds.

We stood in a row beside the beds, and the loving mother-in-law walked over to the children who were slow to get up, grabbed their ears and slapped them a few times.

I should be happy for getting up early, but when I saw my companions with swollen faces, I felt upset and unhappy...

Later, the dean also came over. She searched through the items on our bodies and beds one by one, as if something very important was missing.

But even after searching the entire dormitory, the dean seemed unable to find what she was looking for.

My diary was also seen by the dean. Fortunately, the dean did not read the contents of the diary. He just flipped through it casually and threw it on the ground after confirming that there was nothing else in the diary.

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【February 2, XX, evening】 (a well-preserved page)

For some unknown reason, protective nets have been installed on the windows of the orphanages.

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【February 2, XX, afternoon】 (a well-preserved page)

Today is not only Sister Paopaoju’s day on duty, but also a [meal day], so happy!!!

In the morning, I not only ate the delicious food brought by Sister Bubble Orange, but also listened to Sister Bubble Orange tell many happy fairy tales.

Are all the children outside the orphanage living like this? It's really enviable.

I wonder if the lives of those companions who were adopted by kind-hearted people on the [Open Day] are as beautiful as this.

Why don't they write to us....Is it because the postman can't deliver the letters to the orphanage? #//I'm so stupid, really..//#

There is one more thing. It was not my illusion that I thought Sister Bubble Orange did not get enough rest.

Maybe other companions didn’t notice it, but I, who was sitting next to Sister Bubble Orange, saw with my own eyes that Sister Bubble Orange had a faint layer of dark circles outside her eyes.

Because some of my brothers and sisters were often unable to sleep due to hunger, I realized that this was a sign of poor rest for a long time.

So, when Sister Bubble Orange was leaving, I reminded her to take a rest. Sister Bubble Orange smiled at me, came up to me and hugged me, said "thank you" and then said something in a very small voice, something like "it will be over soon" or "be patient" or something like that.

#//Sister is almost done collecting evidence, please be patient for a while, kids. //#

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[February 3, XX, evening] (a page that has been gnawed away, the handwriting is illegible)

[Morning of March 3, XX] (The page has been eaten away, the handwriting is illegible)

【February 3, XX, evening】 (a well-preserved page)

Today is the day my beloved mother-in-law is on duty, and it is also [meal day]. I am so unhappy!

As expected, all of us children were driven around by our loving mother-in-law to the point of exhaustion. Even when we went back to bed to rest, we had to support each other to get in bed.

Although I just had lunch at noon today, the intense consumption throughout the day had already digested the food completely.

So much so that when we went to bed at night, the whole dormitory was filled with the sound of frogs croaking, just like the lotus pond on a summer night as described by Sister Bubble Orange.

But what do frogs look like? Can they be eaten? Do they taste good? Can they eat enough to survive outside the Gray River area?...

Fortunately, I still have a small bag of white sugar given by Sister Bubble Orange. I put it under my tongue and go to sleep quickly, and then I can have a sweet dream.

Just....mentioning Sister Bubble Orange.

We haven't seen her for over a month.

I miss Sister Bubble Orange. I really hope to see her again. Even if Sister Bubble Orange doesn’t bring us any delicious food, she can just talk to us and give us a hug.

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[Noon, April 4, XX] (The page has been gnawed away, the handwriting is illegible)

[April 4, XX, morning] (The page has been eaten away, the handwriting is difficult to recognize)

[May 5, XX, midnight] (a relatively well-preserved page with traces of being flipped many times)

I just met Sister Bubble Orange! So happy!!

It was unbelievable that I was punished by my beloved mother-in-law to clean the house until midnight because of a mistake I made, and I unexpectedly ran into Sister Bubble Orange who sneaked in.

Sister Bubble Orange was wearing the same mask as last time and a cool black stealth suit. But even so, I could still recognize her.

Sister Bubble Orange was very surprised to see that it was me. After she stuffed all the food she had with her into my arms, she stood there and seemed to hesitate.

Finally, Sister Bubble Orange bit her lower lip, seemed to have made up her mind, and took me into a secluded corner.

After hiding, Sister Bubble Orange took off her mask and told me why she had not appeared for so long.

It turned out that Sister Bubble Orange had collected a lot of decisive evidence of illegal activities in the orphanage during her previous infiltrations, and contacted a senior reporter from the Steambird Newspaper and handed over all the collected evidence to him.

According to Sister Bubble Orange, as long as this senior reporter from the Steambird Newspaper is willing to write an article to expose this matter, all the chaos in the orphanage will be eradicated, and we children will no longer have to endure hunger, be beaten and scolded fiercely, or be adopted away without knowing the reason.

However, this senior journalist said that all news published in the Steambird Newspaper must be true. It must have sufficient and strong evidence and a written complaint from the victim before it can be published.

However, the requirement to [obtain a written complaint from the victim] was only told to Sister Bubble Orange by this senior reporter after Sister Bubble Orange had risked her several times to collect evidence of the crimes committed by the managers of the [Gray River District Orphanage].

Due to this rigid requirement, Sister Bubble Orange had no choice but to take the risk and sneak in.

Fortunately, Sister Bubble Orange met me as soon as she came in. Although Sister did not ask me for anything, I knew from her anxious expression that this matter should be resolved as soon as possible.

Otherwise, adults like Sister Bubble Orange might also be punished by her loving mother-in-law and the dean.

Therefore, I took the initiative to take over the task of writing the petition. Time was tight and Sister Bubble Orange had no better idea, so she had to hand me the paper and pen.

Just when I was about to put pen to paper, Sister Bubble Orange stopped me and asked me to write with my left hand, saying that if I used my non-dominant hand, it would be impossible to identify me as the writer through the notes.

I did as I was told.

After writing, Sister Bubble Orange breathed a sigh of relief, solemnly put the paper away, and told the orphanage that good days would come soon.

Hope so.

After watching Sister Bubble Orange leave, I returned to the dormitory to rest after cleaning.

As usual, I shared half of the bubble oranges and candies that Sister Bubble Orange gave me with my brother Jacques on the upper bunk.

Tonight, I guess neither mine nor my brother Jacques’s stomach will imitate the croaking of frogs.

What exactly is the happy day that Sister Bubble Orange is talking about? Will I dream about it tonight?

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【May 5, XX, morning】 (a well-preserved page)

What a pity, I didn’t dream about it last night. #//Happiness that you have never experienced, you can’t dream about it even if you want to. //#

I also had a nightmare. I dreamed that Sister Bubble Orange’s plan failed and she was caught by her loving mother-in-law.

But listen to what my brothers and sisters say, dreams are the opposite.

I think Sister Bubble Orange would succeed in real life.

Good days will come soon, but how long will it take?

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[Noon, April 6, XX] (The page has been gnawed away, the handwriting is illegible)

[July 7, XX, evening] (most of the page has been eaten away, with only a few recognizable words left)

I'm so hungry....Recently, my beloved mother-in-law has been on duty almost all the time...When will the good days come...

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[August 8, XX, evening] (a page soaked in tears, with a few drops of blood still remaining)

Sister Bubble Orange's plan failed.

Early in the morning, the loving grandmother woke up all the children and asked them to stand in a row against the wall.

Then, the dean appeared in high heels, and we shuddered at the sight of the spiked whip in her hand.

I only saw the dean use this whip once.

With just one whip, the companion who was being punished let out a wail that could be heard throughout the orphanage, and then his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

Afterwards, this companion was taken to the [Infirmary], and I never saw him again.

This was the second time I saw the dean take out this whip, but what frightened me even more was...

The petition I wrote to Sister Paopaoju a few months ago is now in the hands of the dean.

After all the children stood near the wall, the dean waved the whip twice in the air. After all the children looked at him, he put down the petition paper and took out a blood-stained bubble orange from his pocket.

The director said that Sister Bubble Orange betrayed our orphanage and is no longer a member of the orphanage.

Moreover, among the children in the orphanage, there was an accomplice of hers, and the two of them worked together to try to disrupt the order in the orphanage.

The purpose of the dean's visit today is to find the accomplice hiding among the children.

When I heard that Sister Bubble Orange’s plan had failed, I clenched my fists sadly, looked at the dean, and a surge of courage rose in my heart.

I think the dean asked, where is Sister Bubble Orange now?

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I will never forget the Dean's answer to me at that time. (This is full of wrinkles and scratches)

The dean showed a cruel smile and said nothing. She just walked up to me and tore off the blood-stained bubble orange peel in her hand piece by piece. Then she put the peeled flesh under her feet and chopped it into pieces with her foot. The juice of the bubble orange splashed all over the dean and on my face at the same time.

"This Bubble Orange is your Bubble Orange sister."

My eyes were dull and I was shocked. I didn't dare to touch the liquid on my face. I didn't know whether it was orange juice or red...

After destroying the bubble orange in his hand, the dean picked up the complaint paper again and spoke to us.

Sister Bubble Orange, the rebel, had some tricks up her sleeve and asked her little one to write the complaint in her non-dominant hand.

The dean said that she didn't have time to play detective games with us, and the count would start from now on, requiring Bubble Orange's little accomplice to come forward.

If the little traitor did not come forward, she would stop all the children's food for a day for every minute that passed.

This way, she could solve the case in just seven minutes at most.

Looking at the cruel smile of the dean, as she pressed the clock, every tick of the second hand seemed to hit my heart.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my mind told me that even the director would not dare to starve all the children in the orphanage to death.

But I don't dare to gamble. What if, what if this crazy woman really does something like this?

I clenched my fists, raised my head and looked at the dean. I had made up my mind. I could not drag other companions along on this adventure. No matter how painful the consequences were, I would bear them alone.

However, someone stood up before me. It was my brother Jacques. He admitted to the dean that he was Sister Bubble Orange's accomplice and that this complaint was also written by him.

#//Why did I hesitate? Why didn't I stand up decisively? This is my choice. The pain should not be borne by brother Jacques.//#

The dean also expressed surprise at Jacques's self-exposure. She seemed to look at me, then walked towards Jacques.

I bit my tongue tightly, forcing my body not to show any abnormality. I knew it was too late to say anything now, and even if I stood up again, the dean would not spare Brother Jacques.

The best choice at the moment is to remain silent and not let down brother Jacques.

#//Is this really the case? If I had stood up, would Jacques have a chance to survive....//#

The dean was not so easily fooled. She did not believe what brother Jacques said, but asked her about the time of each meeting with sister Bubble Orange.

Unexpectedly, Jacques gave all the correct answers. The dean understood and took Jacques away.

#//Jacques, you remember every time I shared delicious food with you, but I would rather it never started....//#

After that, I heard the screams of Jacques' brother from next door, and I never saw Jacques again after that.

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The contents after the diary are all about the protagonist hiding and recording his hunger and the many crimes he observed in the [Gray River District Orphanage] through words.

There were still a few imperceptible grains of sugar left on the pages of the diary that had been gnawed away, and even on the cowhide cover of the diary, there were several signs of gnaws.

It’s a pity that this layer of cowhide cover has been nitrated and cannot satisfy hunger like the original cowhide.

It is ironic that the notebook that prints the annual production standards of the largest bakery in Fontaine actually records the deepest hunger in Fontaine.

【Achieved one million words】

[Deduct 1 to revive Sister Bubble Orange, deduct 2 to revive Jacques, deduct 666 to revive everyone, and use any gift to unlock the gold medal fighter Chao Ke. Alechino will go to settle all the sins]

(Kill even if you don't brush)