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The instructors' dormitory in the base is in a separate area. To get there, you have to pass through a 20-meter-high wall made of special materials. This wall has a strong signal interference effect. Ivy noticed that a robot in charge of housework that accidentally entered the room stopped ten meters away from the door, and the signal light on its head was flashing a dangerous red signal.

A soldier came forward, fixed it, and sent it away.

The guard invited Ivy in. He had no expression on his face and said nothing. He quietly showed Ivy the way.

Ivy was shocked by the twenty-meter-high wall. After passing through three security scanning gates, she followed the instructions and obediently handed over her mobile phone and a communicator issued to trainees by the base.

She really didn't understand why the other party kept these two things. Was he worried that she would threaten him by taking photos of Lorraine's naked body?

"Come in," the guard said.

He wore a round monocle on his right eye that looked like an antique mirror. The surface of the lens was shining with light. It was a real-time data analysis screen used exclusively by the military. It would upload everything it saw to the root server without reservation and then convey the orders to him instantly.

Ivy stood up straight. She realized that everything she did was under surveillance since she entered this wall.

Teachers who can provide training for the base are mostly experienced experts in the military or other fields, so their safety is particularly important.

The feeling of being spied on all the time made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she suddenly thought of a classic movie from a hundred years ago, where the hero was under the eyes of the audience from birth to marriage and childbirth...

"Ma'am," the guard said, "please follow me."

Ivy followed him through a courtyard lined with pine trees. The tall trees had a chilly, pungent smell, like the marks left by a whipping.

Lorraine's room was on the second floor, facing the sun. It was slightly larger than their student dormitory, with a similar configuration, except that the bed was wider and bigger - a wider, longer single bed.

The guard saluted her and said, "Please do not move around. You might be mistaken for an intruder and killed."

Ivy said, "Can you please not say such horrible things in such a normal tone?"

The guard remained expressionless: "If you need anything, you can call us via the communicator on the table in the room."

Ivy said, "Well, I don't need anything."

The guard pretended not to hear her and continued, "Or wait until the commander arrives and tell him."

Ivy: “…”

If she hadn't known that the military would hunt down all androids, she would have thought that the other party was a mechanical android in human skin.

The guard bowed slightly and left.

Only the well-behaved Ivy was left, sitting very well on the chair.

Lorraine's room was very clean, even cleaner than her dormitory which was often cleaned by a housekeeping robot. The quilt on the bed was folded into a standard tofu block, neatly arranged, and even the books on the table were neatly placed.

Ivy was worried that there were surveillance cameras in his room, so she just turned sideways to glance at the names of the books. They were either in Chinese or English, and very mixed. There were martial arts novels written by ancient people, as well as internal research reports on new solar energy sources.

She didn't have to wait long.

Lorraine came in still in uniform, looking a little tired.

A tall black shadow loomed over her. Ivy stood up reflexively and saluted: "Teacher."

Pinching the bridge of my nose with my thumb and index finger, Lorraine said, "Don't do this in private. You'll make me feel like I'm committing a crime."

Ivy sat back up straight. "Sorry, please let me calm down."

Lorraine sat on a single sofa farther away from her, still keeping a distance from her.

Ivy adjusted her mood.

"Why didn't you tell me? You knew about our relationship from the beginning, right?" Ivy asked, "What's your purpose? Or is there something you can't tell me?"

Lorraine answered her question with just one sentence: "I never thought there would be a wife who didn't recognize her partner who she had been married to for nearly a year."

"Because you came very late on the wedding day, I was already drunk at that time..." Ivy explained, but quickly adjusted her mentality, turned the tables, stared at him and asked, "...then why didn't you remind me after you found out?"

"Sorry," Lorraine said calmly, "I thought calling you teacher was just your hobby."

Ivy: “…”

“Although it’s a little hard to understand,” Lorraine said, “I will respect you.”

Ivy: “…”

"As you wrote in the mate selection questionnaire, you want a man who is 'traditional but open to all kinds of play,'" Lorraine said in a calm tone, "so I didn't reject you."

Ivy: "...it's just a custom copy - wait -"

She realized something and was shocked: "Have you seen my survey? Where did you see it?"

Lorraine said, "In the addendum to the marriage application that you never opened and didn't even look at your spouse's name."

Ivy: “…”

She realized that "it's amazing to be able to hold on for one minute", and now she feels that she is really amazing.

He said six sentences and she was so embarrassed that she wanted to jump out of the window and escape six times.

"What did you fill out? I'm curious," Ivy asked, "I want to confirm it. Maybe there's something wrong..."

She didn't think she met Lorraine's expectations.

Although she is very - very good.

But Lorraine looked like the type of leader who would choose a traditional, feminine style.

Rather than the ultimate fashion-forward lady that she is.

"The file has been sealed," Lorraine told her sternly, "I have no right to open it again."

Ivy was disappointed: "Ah."

"But," Lorraine changed the subject, "It's not that I can't take it out and show it to you."

Ivy covered her heart: "Can you finish it all at once?"

Lorraine seemed to smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised - the amplitude was very small, so small that Ivy would think she was hallucinating.

"When we file for divorce," Lorraine said, "the files will be handed back to you and me."

Ivy: "Um... can you write it down again?"

Lorraine said, "I forgot."

“Forgot?!”

"Yes," Lorraine nodded, "Especially in the past six months, the comprehension ability of the students in this base has been so poor that it is despairing. You know, people in despair always forget some not-so-important things."

“…”

One of the base's students, whose comprehension was hopelessly low, felt as if he had been scolded.

Ivy was upset: "You really can't remember?"

"Do you remember it completely?" Lorraine looked at her with dark eyes. "Then, Ms. Ivy, can you tell me what you filled in on that form? I have forgotten it and I am very curious now."

Ivy: “…”

I filled in a lot of private data that required anesthesia...

She looked away.

The room suddenly became stuffy, and Ivy felt a little uneasy.

The dormitory seemed much smaller than when she first entered. The two of them had obviously not moved, but she seemed to be able to feel the warmth of Lorraine's palm through each other's leather gloves.

She noticed the sound of her own breathing—had it always been so clear?

"I have received the divorce application you submitted," Lorraine changed the subject, "I called you here tonight to discuss this with you."

Ivy shifted uneasily.

Her high self-esteem prevented her from saying "withdraw".

It's so embarrassing.

It was more embarrassing than anything Song Feng had ever lost in his entire life.

He said: "I have already submitted a divorce application to the government."

Ivy felt herself spilling the lid of an opened can of perfume.

Lorraine continued: “But the government disagrees.”

——Good news, she caught it again.

"They need our marriage to continue for a while before they will approve the divorce."

——Bad news, the can is connected the wrong way around.

"It took about two years until more than 80 percent of the teenagers agreed with the decision," Lorraine said. "Two years later, we got divorced."

——Plop, the delicious meat fell to the ground. Ivy only held the can with soup and water in her hand. Two years later, the last touch of delicious gravy would also fall.

Ivy asked, "Marriage by agreement?"

Lorraine nodded: "Not bad."

"I know this is unfair to you," he said, "and I will do my best to make it up to you."

After all the ups and downs, Ivy tried to keep herself sane: "It's okay...what can you give me?"

Lorraine asked, "What do you want?"

Ivy stood up suddenly and approached him, her eyes sparkling: "I want to pass the test."

Lorraine said, "Don't push it."

Ivy refrained from making unhealthy remarks.

She moved closer to Lorraine, close enough to smell the cool alloy scent on his body: "Then can you--"

Before she finished her words, Lorraine suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled it hard. Ivy almost fell into his arms. She staggered over and looked at him in surprise.

She noticed that Lorraine was staring at her.

His hands also squeezed her tightly.

The first close contact while awake made Ivy panic for a moment, and she subconsciously avoided Lorraine's sight.

With his black-gloved right hand, he pinched her jaw and forced her to look straight at him.

He was still wearing his uniform, with black buttons fastened to the top. The veins on his neck were particularly obvious, and she could almost see the hot blood flowing inside.

This feels like interrogation and also like coercion.

Ivy's breathing became louder, and at the same time she could hear Lorraine's breathing, which was heavier and slower than hers, as if she was suppressing something, and it was heavily intertwined with hers.

She saw in Lorraine's eyes her own lips slightly open, opening and closing with her unsteady breathing.

I couldn't help but get closer.

"Have you been drinking?" Luo Lin frowned, a little sweat oozing out from his Adam's apple. He restrained himself and pushed her shoulder back, pushing her further away, and said coldly, "Drinking is prohibited in the base."

Ivy immediately explained: "I know that it is forbidden to drink anything with an alcohol content of more than 25%. The alcohol content of the drink I drank was only 12%. If you don't believe me, you can smell it--"

"That's the last thing I want to say today," Lorraine interrupted her. "You should know that you and I have a high genetic match, which means that we both have a certain attraction to each other... I don't want to disrupt normal teaching, Ivy."

His address changed from "Ms. Ivy" to "Classmate Ivy". His eyes were clear and his black curly hair had a cool luster under the light.

Lorraine returned to her serious teacher self.

Ivy nodded: "I understand."

She thought that Lorraine was really getting impatient. She knew that a high genetic match would be attractive, and she felt this "attraction". When she first saw Lorraine in the crowd, she thought he was handsome... but it shouldn't affect her to this extent, right?

Lorraine was speaking so seriously now, as if as soon as she saw him, she wanted to have sex with him and sleep in a hundred and eighty positions.

He was too cautious, and there was no way she would be affected by hormones and violate him.

"If you don't want to make love with me, just keep a proper distance from me," Lorraine said coldly, "Student Ivy, we have reached a consensus on this marriage agreement. But the high attraction between each other will trigger some hormones to go out of control. Frankly speaking, I can't stay rational all the time. If you don't want to be forced into bed by me - wait, what are you laughing at?"