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What to step on is not in Ivy's knowledge bank.

The commonly used phrase "have you never done it, have you never seen it" is not applicable at the moment.

Because she hadn't seen it either.

Even though Lorraine generously showed his indifference, Ivy did not use all her strength; her limbs were sweating, but it was like walking in the dry summer, and as soon as it came out, it was immediately dried up, just like when she went to the sauna with her good friend Lily in college to get a robot foot massage.

She lowered her eyes. The contrast between Lorraine's hair and her neatly buttoned clothes was too stark. Even when she was kneeling on one knee, Lorraine still looked superior and arrogant.

Very strange.

This man looks as if he will never "really kneel" and never bow his head.

"A lot of people get down on one knee when they propose," Ivy said. "That wasn't the case with us."

"It's just a time-wasting performance," Lorraine said. "You like it?"

"It's not a question of like or not," Ivy said, "It's a necessary procedure - just like a wedding always has a ceremony, whether it's simple or complicated, the two parties exchange rings and put rings on each other's fingers - you have to kneel down on one knee to propose."

After saying this, Ivy herself thought it was a little funny to say this now.

In her marriage to Lorraine, neither of them wore wedding rings all the time; for the warrior, or Lorraine, the rings were too much of a nuisance.

"If you get down on one knee, you'll agree to marry me?"

"Of course not," Ivy was incredulous, "Is there any causal relationship between the two?"

"So it's useless," Lorraine said. "Don't be nervous. You're shaking like you're ready to tap dance at any moment - is that the way your feet were when you danced with your male partner at college prom?"

"Song Xu can't tap dance," Ivy said immediately, "and the only dance he can do at the graduation prom is the waltz."

"Oh, Waltz, and Songxu," Lorraine said, "You and Songxu have been in love for longer than I thought."

Ivy found herself being framed again.

This guy!

She decided to keep her mouth shut and not make any more sound, but Lorraine squeezed her wrist to remind her to concentrate.

Ivy is not petite. Her height is above average among female friends, just over 170cm. She is not petite from any angle. After doing routine exercises according to Lorraine's method, her body fat percentage is even lower. Such normal ankles appear to be "too slender" in Lorraine's hands, probably because his palms are too big and he can hold her ankles easily. In contrast, he has a stronger mentor factor.

It makes Ivy look like a young pine tree that has just sprouted two or three years ago.

After hesitating for a while, Lorraine increased her strength. This man's style of doing things has always been decisive, independent and arbitrary. At this moment, he would not allow her to be distracted, let alone allow her eyes to fall on anything other than him.

"Look at the mirror next to you. You are very smart," Lorraine said. "I will only teach you this once: how to control me."

He even said this seriously, like when he taught her how to use the new electronic gun that could destroy the robot's core chip for the first time: "Look carefully, smart students don't need teachers to teach them a second time."

Ivy looked sideways and saw her sitting in the mirror on the wall. She was wearing a plain top, her tightly tied hair was a little loose, and her eyelids and cheeks were the red of steamed shrimps, a strange, strong color.

"Where's the spirit of striving for first place during training? Where has it gone?" Lorraine loosened her hand to prevent her from falling backwards, and his palm pressed steadily against her spine through her shirt. "Don't hold it so tightly, little Ivy, the initiative is in your hands now."

Ivy remained firm and honest: "I didn't notice it."

"I allow you to do this," Lorraine said, "and in return you should follow your teacher's instructions, right?"

His words were so tempting that Ivy almost nodded in agreement.

There was no time to discover his trap. Ivy was already being led step by step onto his path. In the side mirror, Lorraine, dressed in a military uniform, was kneeling on one knee, leaning slightly to kiss her knee. Such a beautiful picture seemed to deserve a beautiful princess dress for the heroine, at least that's how it was portrayed in girls' comics. In fact, she was still wearing the plain white shirt purchased by the expedition team. It was old-fashioned and simple, without any unnecessary patterns or beautiful embroidery. It was indistinguishable between men's and women's styles. It was plain and clean, and looked like the trainee uniforms distributed uniformly in the base.

"It's so weird," Ivy breathed nervously, "It's like, like we're still at the base."

"Looks like you're still in training?" Lorraine looked up. "An ignorant schoolgirl shows up in her teacher's dormitory. Still like this. Look in the mirror. Why are you shaking? Why is your breathing disordered? Answer me."

Ivy said, "I don't know, it's too hot. It's all because of the broken air conditioner."

"You're not good at lying, little Ivy, you know why, don't blame it on the poor air conditioner, be honest," Lorraine continued her words, naturally and calmly, "Then let's change it to another one, a scheming but clumsy female student, who seduces her honest teacher for some not-so-good purpose, huh?"

He lowered his head and calmly took a sip of fresh coconut water.

"So excited?" Lorraine asked, "Or do you prefer to be passive? Female students who were called away by the teacher because of poor performance in class receive extra training in private?"

"Can't you have some fantasies that don't sound like you're going to get shot?" Ivy screamed. She felt so hot now, like the air conditioning was broken. "Every one of those things that happened would get you jail—"

"Don't confuse reality," Lorraine observed her expression, and after realizing her uneasiness, he did not force her to continue. Her voice and performance were not suitable for continuing. He said, "Someone is using corrupt ideas to add useless shackles to you, and you seem to be forced to think that it should also be bright and bright. It's not like that, little Ivy, as long as you and I can accept it, there is nothing that can't be said, and there is nothing worth you feeling guilty about. Face those dark fantasies calmly, you haven't hurt anyone else."

Ivy felt that what he said made sense.

However, if this is the case, it would really be more like what he said, the sanctimonious teacher and the ignorant student who was led and seduced by him step by step. The things he said were also occupying her brain, and the act of transmitting knowledge also sounded like an invasion.

It's hard to tell whether the concept has been subverted or what, Ivy is in the scorching heat, and Lorraine is still the invisible leader of this matter that should be led by her. Even at this moment, she still can't really make the decision.

It felt like walking a thousand meters on pebbles, or like running in a southern city during the rainy season.

Tall coconut trees were cut down by machines with perfect accuracy. One by one, the coconut trees fell down in order without warning. Two coconuts hit the ground in succession, bursting and splashing onto the felling machines. The air was filled with the smell of fresh coconuts, stimulating the minds of sober people and blurring the boundaries of reason.

But Lorraine still looked calm.

He hides all his true emotions at the bottom, and covers himself with layers of seriousness, calmness, sharp tongue, old-fashionedness and conservatism.

It's not a Russian nesting doll, but more like a bamboo shoot that needs to be peeled off layer by layer. Ivy knows that peeling off layer by layer will eventually touch the true heart, but how many layers should she peel off? Can she peel to the end?

Everything is unknown.

His shoulders finally relaxed. As long as Ivy turned her head to the side, she could see herself as a simple student and Lorraine, who was now in a formal military uniform, in the instrument mirror. He lowered his head slightly, and his thick black hair covered his eyes, blocking all emotions, except for his tightly pursed lips.

Ivy guessed he must be frowning again.

Even at this moment, Lorraine suppressed herself; it seemed to have become instinctive, like those small animals in the tropical jungle who are good at disguising themselves.

"Ivy," Lorraine called to her, "speak."

She asked, "What?"

"Anything is fine," Lorraine said in a commanding tone, "Just a few words, and quickly."

Ivy had no doubt that even if the other party was defeated and captured by artificial intelligence one day, he would still communicate with the other party in this tone of giving orders. Or would he turn the tables and continue to enslave the artificial intelligences? Just like he was treating the rest of the androids now, he would also turn the artificial intelligences into his own use - she was about to laugh at her own thoughts.

It seems that he will never fail, never fall behind, and even if he is imprisoned, he will use all available resources to quickly turn the situation around.

Ivy said frustratedly, "I don't know what to say, teacher, you can stop now."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt like he had fallen into a cool pool.

It's like being in the southern region during the long rainy season, when lychees are ripe, at a scorching hot noon, and a sudden heavy rain falls on the gravel road with the temperature of the sun, and you walk barefoot in the water.

Ivy raised her head slightly and saw Lorraine's eyes not far away.

The ends of those neat dark curls were wet with sweat. It was the first time Ivy saw his eyes at that moment. They were briefly empty, silent, and even broken after being relieved.

Just for a moment, a brief moment.

Those little bits of vulnerability that overflowed at the most out-of-control moments disappeared quickly, like an illusion in imagination, without a trace or a trace.

Lorraine returned to her strict teacher self: "Well done, Ivy, you have learned to control yourself."

Ivy noticed that his neck was covered in sweat and his thin lips were tightly pursed, but above his face, those fleeting emotions no longer existed.

She didn't say anything. She didn't know whether to reply "Thank you for your teaching" or something else. The last sentence sounded very strange. In the end, Ivy could only say dryly: "You did a good job too."

At this moment, Lorraine seemed to have extricated herself from this state neatly, leaving her alone to continue to be confused and infatuated.

The coconuts that had been picked and fallen to the ground were still flowing quietly.

It wasn't fair that he seemed to be able to control the rhythm so easily while she was unable to break away.

In silence, Lorraine silently and quickly dealt with him and Ivy. If the two had not divorced and separated, the next step would be a natural and warm night time. But now, he is the "ex-husband" who is the least popular among girls.

Xin Lan sent a message to Lorraine at the right time, reminding him that tomorrow, the person in charge of marriage management for military officers would come to see him and Ivy to inquire about the detailed reasons for the divorce.

Their plan to leave at ten o'clock tomorrow might have to be postponed.

Lorraine replied “I know about it”.

Looking up again, he saw Ivy struggling to put on his military pants. Such wide pants looked particularly funny on her. He was much taller than Ivy and had long legs, so the loose military pants could even be worn as a tube top dress for her.

In his combat pants, Ivy looked like a flailing little penguin.

"I'll ask Xin Lan to bring the pants over tomorrow morning," Lorraine said. "What's the urgent matter that makes you leave in such a hurry? Are you going to go fishing first, hardworking little penguin?"

"You always describe me as a strange animal," Ivy said, "We've divorced, and we're both obviously much better now. We're no longer controlled by that abominable gene, and we're no longer like two animals... The hemostatic agent has also been sent to you. Of course, I have to go back to the dormitory to rest now."

Lorraine said, "You can come as you please, and leave as you please - this is officers' quarters, not a public toilet. Are you going to leave like this?"

Ivy decided to forgive Lorraine's sharp tongue - just for one second, she was very stingy and was only willing to give him one second of forgiveness.

Because the other party's venomous tongue treats everyone equally, and when he gets angry, he will even curse himself.

It was also the first time she heard someone use "public toilet" to describe the dormitory she lived in. What an amazing description. In contrast, those "rushing little wild pigs" and "the diligent little penguins who were the first to go out to sea to fish" were so cute that they kept bubbling.

Ivy re-examined Lorraine's noble posture. She tasted some hints from the other party's arrogance and displeasure, and suddenly realized that for Lorraine, what the other party did today seemed to be regarded as "condescension".

But she had nothing to give in return.

Lorraine asked again, "What do you want to say?"

Ivy grabbed the pen on the table and quickly wrote a note on the notepad.

Then she carefully handed the note to Lorraine.

Lorraine didn't look at it, her black spinel eyes slightly shaded by a frizzy lock of hair. "What is this? Don't tell me it's your marriage application - did you write ten words?"

"Huh?" Ivy was surprised. "Why did you think of the marriage application?"

She handed the note to Lorraine sincerely.

"It's an IOU."

Lorraine frowned: "What IOU?"

"This is an IOU for your extra work," Ivy explained seriously. "I checked the market price before. Including role-playing and today's sessions, it would cost about 30,000 yuan. I don't have that much money right now, so I can only write you an IOU. Don't worry, when I return to the safe zone to report, the salary and subsidies will be immediately transferred to your account. I will never delay payment."