Dear Mr. Hector

Ivy wants to bury her face in some delicious squirrel fish.

Before this, she never thought that "Xiaobao" was such a special title.

This affectionate name is not her nickname, but comes from Yu Mo's parents - Seven and Yu Tu.

Seven opened a small private clinic, and Yu Tu worked in a repair shop that repaired intelligent robots. Compared with his parents who worked for the Songxu family, they had more free time.

Especially after Song Feng insulted Ivy and accused her of having "dirty genes" and insisted on kicking her out of the manor, Seven took the initiative to suggest that when he was busy with work, he could put Ivy in the clinic.

Ivy spent her childhood in Songxu's mother's manor and clinic.

Yu Mo, who is older than her, is also accustomed to calling her "Xiaobao, Xiaobao" just like her parents.

Seven and Yu Tu both came from the 23rd District. They have knowledge and skills, and it is easier for them to gain a foothold in the First District than Ivy's family.

It's a pity that this kind couple could not escape the terrible fate of the D-class gene. The year Ivy graduated from elementary school, they both died of sudden heart failure for unknown reasons.

At that time, Yu Mo was still studying at a medical university, and he immediately dropped his studies and went home; Ivy's mother, Ireland, was brave and stepped forward to help Yu Mo settle things at home so that he could go to school without worry - she was willing to help him pay the expensive tuition fees.

Fortunately, Yu Mo showed amazing talent and successfully obtained the opportunity to study at the School of Life Sciences. He received a government scholarship and no longer had to worry about money.

The relationship between them throughout Ivy's entire growth period made them inseparable. To the point that Ivy didn't think it was special to be called "Xiaobao" - until Lorraine said "Xiaobao classmate" in that extremely cold voice.

Nana was very surprised: "I didn't expect that Teacher Lorraine is so approachable in private, and would even make jokes - have you heard about it? He would scold several students until they cried in almost every class. Do you remember that time when a student ran naked on the playground in the middle of the night while crying? I heard that it was a student taught by Teacher Lorraine, and he was under too much pressure..."

Yu Mo smiled, his gray eyelashes like the feathers of a silver titmouse: "I just got here, I don't know yet."

"In short, it's very scary," Nana said seriously, "Ivy, do you have a good relationship with him?"

"Ah? No," Ivy denied it reflexively, "But he helped me."

——Took the risk to go in and got caught.

Her initial plan was to ask for leave from her teacher and join the expedition team to practice first. She was brave and just wanted to adapt to the situation.

This childish plan was met with a cold sneer from Lorraine, who asked Ivy if she thought all the teachers at the base were as stupid as she was.

He changed the underlying logic of Ivy's plan and directly said that he allowed Ivy to join the expedition team; as for the fact that she was crossed out from the list of members despite being at the top of the list, Lorraine had already spoken to the leader in charge of the expedition team and asked him if he knew about the phenomenon of genetic discrimination in the team.

Song Feng has been extremely busy these past few days, all because of this matter.

The problem of genetic discrimination within the expedition team was ruthlessly exposed by Lorraine.

Song Xu didn't understand why Lorraine did this, unless his genetic assessment result was also low.

If they are vested interests, enjoying special welfare benefits and not having to canvass for votes to compete for leadership...it is impossible for them to step forward in such matters.

Ivy didn't think about Lorraine's motives, she only looked at the results.

As a result, she not only successfully obtained the expedition team's practical report, but also received a medal of courage (although it was useless and could not be sold for money).

Lorraine asked her to keep everything that happened in the wasteland a secret, and Ivy did so.

Yu Mo turned his head and looked at her intently: "But he is a bit strict... Don't you need me to accompany you?"

Ivy was in a daze for a while before she realized that Yu Mo was asking her whether she wanted to keep her visit to Lorraine's office a secret.

She shook her head: "No, thank you."

"Do you mind if I call you 'Xiaobao'?" Yu Mo said gently, "Your teacher doesn't seem to like this title."

"Ah? Ah - actually it's okay," Ivy said, "but if other classmates were here, calling me like that would seem..."

She couldn't tell.

"I understand," Yu Mo was considerate and didn't want to embarrass her. "It's okay. I will call you by your name in public from now on."

"Ivy," he read it again and smiled, "It's a little uncomfortable, but it's okay."

With a soft sigh, Yu Mo said, "I'm surprised that your teacher is so cold... You're going to suffer in the future, Xiaobao."

Not later.

When Ivy quickly ran to Lorraine's office, she suffered a great loss.

Lorraine taught her a lesson.

He refused to sit in on all forms of practical training classes. Since the beginning of the school year, except for the first class, Ivy had never attended any of his classes, let alone received any class credits.

Now, we need to start replenishing them.

"If you want to pass the final test, you should work hard now," Lorraine said, "I will not lower my standards for you."

His office is a small arsenal, and there is even a wall dedicated to target shooting. Considering that the sound of gunfire can easily cause panic among students, Lorraine closed the doors and windows, and then taught Ivy how to use these new weapons - as well as the skills to deal with artificial intelligence in the wasteland, how to actively save herself if she is unfortunately caught by artificial intelligence, and how to face the forced interrogation of artificial intelligence...

As for how to deal with forced mind reading, Lorraine has a small similar device in her hand.

The headband, which looks like a headset, is called a truth checker. If you wear it on your head, you will be safe if you tell the truth, but you will get a small electric shock if you lie.

Ivy was startled by those two words: "Should I try this thing too?"

"It's part of the practical course that every one of my students has tried," Lorraine said. "If you don't need this part of the course—"

"I want to, I want to!" Ivy held the thing, feeling uneasy, "I want to confirm, teacher, will this 'electric shock' be painful?"

"No," Lorraine said calmly, "I don't have a habit of abusing people."

Ivy hesitated: "Will it electrocute me?"

Lorraine said calmly: "Every piece of torture equipment here has its energy turned down so that you can get familiar with it - it uses pulse voltage and will not cause any harm to the body."

"Oh, you should have said that earlier," Ivy breathed a sigh of relief, "Isn't it like a love or a toy?"

Lorraine was adjusting a silver climbing rope made of a special material. Hearing this, he paused and looked at her.

His black eyes were like a slowly spreading mass of dark ink, and the military-style shirt fit his body tightly and rigorously. Ivy noticed that his Adam's apple was very prominent, as were his blood vessels, some of which were slightly protruding, clearly visible from his neck all the way down into the abstinent shirt.

"Ah, I was just kidding," Ivy explained, and immediately put the authenticator on her head like a headband, "Actually I don't know what it is, fun stuff... ah!"

——I was shocked unexpectedly.

As Lorraine said, the pulse voltage released by this authenticity tester will not harm the body, nor will it cause severe pain. It is like being pricked by a rose thorn, but instead it causes a numbness that alerts her more.

Ivy was stunned, and then her face slowly turned red.

She realized that her lie had been exposed on the spot.

"It's the wrong way to wear it," Lorraine put down the silver climbing rope and adjusted it for her personally, "If they get caught, they'll wear it like this."

The two kept a certain distance, and Lorraine was tightly wrapped in a black uniform from the neck down. Even with gloves, her skin and hair would not be touched.

Ivy smelled the scent on him, which was very clean, steady, and light, like the scent of silvery-white metal soaked in ice water, icy, cold, and hard and painful.

“Statistically, every human that’s captured is subjected to this type of interrogation,” Lorraine said. “AI tends to use fixed processes and angles.”

His voice is very low, and there is a subtle difference between when he speaks Chinese and English.

His English accent is standard British, deep, clear and slow, like red velvet; his Chinese accent is slightly faster, his pronunciation is clear and loud, but his voice is cold and emotionless, like a robot.

Lorraine was now using English to introduce these torture devices to her. In the beginning, in the first major war with artificial intelligence, the French suffered the most prisoners, and it was mainly the British Allies who went to rescue them. The British scientists were the first to master the principles of these artificial intelligence interrogators.

Ivy said, "It seems they are more rigid than I thought."

She felt uncomfortable and wanted to move.

Lorraine's accent is very sexy, or that kind of...abstinence, restrained sexiness, the ironed black suit, the cuffs that tighten the arms through the white shirt, and the tie folded in the drawer. Ivy couldn't control her thoughts, Lorraine's voice was very suitable for flirting, but he would only use this voice to calmly teach her to escape knowledge.

"Don't underestimate your enemy," Lorraine said. "Don't move. I don't want to hurt you."

The two of them didn't touch each other at all. Ivy looked up slightly and then lowered her head immediately. Under her skirt, from her tailbone upwards, she felt a tingling sensation, as if a bunch of tiny spring flowers had bloomed.

Lorraine looked serious and handsome when he was concentrating on teaching his students, and she didn't dare to look at him for too long.

"You don't need to shout to remind me." Lorraine had already adjusted the authenticity checker, took two steps back, clasped his hands, and looked at her arrogantly. "Just say something, don't make any strange noises, and call me when you're done."

Ivy said, "Oh, yes, teacher."

She asked carefully: "What do you mean by after?"

"It's up to you," Lorraine said without raising his head. "I don't have too many requirements for students' 'interrogation practice'. You can control the duration and frequency yourself. However, if you have any special preferences, remember to tell me in advance."

"How is that possible!" Ivy almost jumped up from her chair. She held the authenticator with both hands and carefully moved it away from her head so that it would not touch her skin. Then she said solemnly, "I don't have any special fetishes."

"That's good," Lorraine said coldly, "I don't want to see trainees become addicted to interrogation equipment, and I don't want to waste time explaining to the doctor how you ruined yourselves."

Ivy sat down again.

She whispered a few normal things, like I like drinking Pu'er tea and eating chocolate, and then tried to tell a few harmless lies - like my sexual orientation is female and I hate joining the expedition team.

Without exception, they suffered a slight pulse shock.

Ivy was eager to take it off and called out, "Teacher."

Lorraine came over and noticed a notebook on the table with dark blue ink stains on it.

He was grading her performance in class.

Make-up classes are also classes.

"Put it back on," Lorraine said. "I'll teach you how to handle the authenticator."

"What?"

"Liar," Lorraine grabbed Ivy's fingers with her black-gloved hand and motioned for her to raise her hand and touch a cool, hard metal piece on the side, "Touch here with your nails, and then..."

He goes into detail on how to cheat this thing.

Ivy started to panic. Lorraine's hands were very strong, and when he grasped her fingers just now, the feeling of being restrained made her feel like a fish on a hook.

She followed Lorraine's instructions, placed a strand of hair against the sensitive area, and lied, "I really like eating carrots."

Lorraine interrupted her childish lie: "She said she had never made a mistake since she came to the base."

"I have never made a mistake since I came to the base."

No shock.

Ivy breathed a sigh of relief.

Lorraine took the hair and asked, "Are you and Dr. Yu Mo brother and sister?"

Ivy said, "Yes-ah!"

——Squeak.

She shuddered and looked at Lorraine in surprise.

Lorraine had already taken the authenticator away and turned his back to her, saying calmly, "Your practical class is over."

"The next tutorial will be after dinner next Saturday," he said. "Don't be late."

Ivy kept saying thank you. She couldn't see Lorraine's face clearly, but only saw his back in uniform, calm, tall, reliable and serious.

She whispered, "Can I know how many class points you will give me?"

"Don't push it too far," Lorraine said. "If you insist on knowing, I can only change it to zero."

Ivy quickly said, "Thank you, thank you, but thanks," and ran away, fearing that he would change his mind.

He opened the door in a panic, and was stopped by Lorraine: "Ivy."

Ivy stood still: "Teacher, I'm here."

"Take the apple off the table," Lorraine said, "I can't eat it. Share it with your roommate."

Ivy took a closer look.

Those were fruits distributed by the base to teachers and superiors. Today’s resources are not as abundant as they were a hundred years ago. It is said that at that time, apples in northern China only cost a few to more than ten yuan per pound.

Nowadays, the cheapest fruit costs one or two hundred yuan per kilogram.

Ivy guessed that Lorraine might be allergic to apples. Many people with grade A rating could not be rated as S because of 'allergy'.

Or maybe he simply doesn't like to eat it and will generously share it with the students.

She picked up the apple: "Thank you, teacher."

Lorraine said nothing, but motioned for her to leave quickly.

These apples received Nana's high praise.

"It's crisp and sweet," Nana said to Ivy as she nibbled on the apple. "You know what? The serpent tempted Adam and Eve to eat the apple. Therefore, the apple is considered a symbol of breaking taboos and a forbidden fruit."

Ivy concentrated on writing the draft of her divorce application. She thought about the wording, trying to make it as formal and friendly as possible, and preferably not too polite.

She already wanted to dissolve this marriage, which was barely legally recognized, as soon as possible.

"…Teacher Lorraine seems to have British ancestry? Judging from her accent, did her ancestors live in southern England?" Nana said, "There are many English proverbs about apples, such as 'an apple a day keeps the doctor away' and 'you are in my eyes——'"

"Nana," Ivy interrupted her, rubbing her brow in pain, "I don't want to understand Apple now..."

Nana came closer: "You want to know about Lorraine?"

Ivy's expression was complicated: "Stop it, don't talk nonsense, I don't want to be persuaded to back out."

Teachers and students are prohibited from having any other relationship within the base.

Not to mention, she hasn't ended her marriage yet.

Ivy continued writing, sighing as she typed haltingly.

This divorce application tormented Ivy for nearly two months.

Two months later, she finally wrote a divorce petition that was drier than a baguette dried after seven days.

Ivy, who was exhausted from studying every day, had no idea how to continue to paint. Now she had completely drained all the literary talent from her mind.

Yu Mo, who was doing routine physical examinations for students, discovered that something was wrong with her.

"You've lost 2kg and your heart rate is too fast," Yu Mo asked, "Have you been stressed recently, Ivy?"

"Ah...no," Ivy stood up and shook her head, "I'm just too tired."

Thinking that she would carefully send the divorce application to Hector, the mysterious husband, today, she stood up and left.

Yu Mo stopped her under the plane tree at the corner: "Xiaobao."

Ivy looked up: "Yu Mo."

"Are you having trouble keeping up with the course? Or are you unhappy somewhere?" Yu Mo asked. He had just taken off his white coat in a hurry. He was now wearing a white shirt and black pants. He looked elegant and gentle without any aggression. "You are in a very bad state."

Ivy looked into his caring light green eyes and couldn't bring herself to say the word "divorce".

It seems a bit disrespectful to Hector.

This is a matter between two people and no one else should be involved.

"It's okay. It might be due to seasonal sensitivity," Ivy said seriously. "It will be fine after a few days."

Fifty meters away, Lorraine stopped after clearly smelling a familiar scent.

The sensitive period is approaching, the original inhibitory drugs are becoming less and less effective, and his drug resistance is becoming stronger and stronger.

Xin Lan reminded him that after calculation, at this rate, the suppressant drugs would be completely ineffective on him within four months.

He needs to make plans quickly.

Either send Ivy away, far away, never see her again; or -

In the warm afternoon sun, Ivy and Yu Mo stood facing each other under the plane tree.

The wind carried her words, and Lorraine clearly heard her say, "Everything will be fine after a few days."

Xin Lan asked: "What is your wife talking to her first love?"

Luo Lin said calmly: "I don't know, I'm not familiar with her."

Indeed, I am not familiar with it.

These days, except during class, Lorraine would not take the initiative to talk to her; as a teacher, he strictly implemented the principle of "equal treatment" and would not pay any more attention to her.

Xin Lan squinted his eyes. His blue eyes with implanted lenses magnified everything he saw, accurately recording the interactions between Ivy and Yu Mo. He asked, "Admiral, aren't you curious? They look quite happy."

Lorraine turned around and walked in the opposite direction: "Not curious."

He didn't seem to care.

Nightfall.

Lorraine, who was unfamiliar, uncurious, and unconcerned, received a rare email from Ivy.

He put down his coconut water and read the title three times carefully.

"To the respected Mr. Hector"

This was the first time she took the initiative to email him after their marriage.

Lorraine looked at the familiar title and suddenly remembered what she had edited in the cafeteria nearly two months ago. It seemed to be this.

The letter that her classmate Nana teased as a "love letter".

He smiled and opened the email.

The complete content was clearly presented in front of Lorraine.

「

Dear Mr. Hector,

Hello!

In view of the long period of separation after marriage, I think our marriage is dead in name only.

So I am here to ask you if you are willing to go through the divorce process with me? I am about to go on my first long-distance expedition with the expedition team, so I want to formally separate my marriage with you during that time.

Looking forward to your reply.

A reserve member of the expedition team, and currently your partner, equally worthy of your respect,

Ms. Ivy

"