Debate

Ivy was skeptical about Lorraine's handwritten mate selection form for three minutes.

But it is real - the box is strictly protected, and before she opened it, the small screen on the top showed the last time it was opened, which was before they got married, which is consistent with what Lorraine mentioned, "seeing each other's mate selection form before marriage."

"I remember there was a word count requirement..." Ivy fiddled with the paper and suddenly thought of the purpose of Lorraine's handwriting -

The "recommended word count requirement" only limits the electronic version, there is no limit on the handwritten version. Lorraine could even hastily fill in "female, alive" on this form.

One requirement is very strict, and the other is very broad;

Based on the perfect genetic match between the two, Ivy's strict form accurately selected Lorraine, and Ivy also perfectly matched Lorraine's broad intention form.

This is the truth of "genes and requirements are 100% matched".

If he fills in "not less than 175cm" or "gentle personality" on this form -

Ivy will be eliminated directly.

He didn't.

Xin Lan had already brought a pair of brand new expedition pants that were in Ivy's size. Ivy put them on quickly and glanced at the clock. It was now eight o'clock, and there was still half an hour left before the buffet breakfast in the cafeteria.

If you miss this time, you can only buy it at a high price or eat dry bread.

She rushed to the cafeteria at 8:10. Many dishes were out of stock. Ivy grabbed some meat and sat in the dining area reserved for the Green team.

The Green team has irregular meal times. Captain Wei Qi likes to have one meal a day, eating enough for three days at noon, and sleeping madly during the other two meals. Deputy captain Cong Cong takes care of Tiger, who has difficulty walking, and will prepare meals and eat with him. The twin brothers are the type who get up early and go to bed late, and like to eat at six o'clock, the first moment the meal is served.

So now there is only the hooded wanderer sitting in the dark corner.

His breakfast is very special, boiled mushrooms, fried mushrooms, fried chicken with mushrooms, cream of mushroom soup——

Ivy roughly understood why this pale and fragile boy always gave people the impression that he would be covered with mushrooms at any time.

Dangdang eats very slowly, like the tree sloth in an old anime movie. He chews a piece of mushroom sixty-six times.

He turned around and asked Ivy in a low and quick voice: "The food is getting cold, don't you want to order something else?"

Ivy was very straightforward: "I have no money in my card."

"Oh..." Dangdang understood, and he said slowly, "I forgot that your bank card always smells clean."

Ivy was accustomed to his amazing sense of smell.

Huanghuang can even smell the scent of intelligent machines sometimes, which brings them great convenience.

Dangdang looked at her pants again: "The pants are very good."

Ivy was worried that she would smell the scent of Lorraine and Xin Lan on her pants, which would be too confusing. She immediately explained, "My pants are torn. They are new pants provided by the kind-hearted Admiral Hector."

His wandering eyes fell on Ivy.

He did not come closer, his drooping eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not make any sniffing movements.

"No wonder," he said, "you smell just like Admiral Hector now. You look like his own child."

Ivy: "...Your metaphor is really brilliant! But, it doesn't have to be so detailed..."

This new pair of pants on my body is not provided, but it can actually be considered as "compensation".

Before she left, she rewrote an IOU to thank Luo Lin for asking Xin Lan to buy her new pants. However, since the old pants were torn into pieces by Luo Lin, she wanted to pay him compensation...

Ivy would give him 50% off the market price of the pants.

It was not easy. After the divorce, Ivy realized how outrageous the financial gap between her and Lorraine was.

When she's near him, she can't help but spend money. She can't imagine how miserable and indebted Ivy will be if the two of them continue to live like this.

After taking two bites of the cold dish, the aroma of grilled steak wafted into her nose. Song Xu, who had dazzling golden hair, handed the fragrant plate of steak to Ivy, his blue eyes shining.

"I just accidentally ordered an extra steak," Song Xu said, "and I was just wondering how to solve the problem, and then you came - try it, I think the sauce is delicious today."

Ivy was surprised: "Why is there steak in the cafeteria today?"

It is still purely natural, not artificially synthesized, and not a pre-prepared dish.

"…It seems to be because of Ci Li and Robert," Song Xu said, "They were having dinner here just now, and I heard Ci Li say that the food here is terrible."

Ivy said: "Actually, I think the food in the cafeteria is already delicious."

Ci Li's family has always been powerful, and the greatest suffering he has experienced in his life may be pure cocoa dark chocolate.

His family is no less powerful than Hector's.

But Lorraine never asked for any additional privileges. When he came here, he never asked the canteen to provide better or higher-standard meals. Whether at the supply station or here, he ate the same meals as the soldiers and members of the expedition team.

At this point, Song Xu whispered to Ivy: "A few strangers came today. I don't know what they are doing..."

Looking over there, Ivy saw three people with serious expressions, wearing unfamiliar black uniforms, two women and one man, with neatly combed hair.

"They look like soldiers," Song Xu analyzed. "Did you notice the way they sit and stand? This is something they only learn after years of training in the military. And they are civilians. They have ulcers on the joints between their right middle fingers and below their right pinkies."

Dangdang said, "I smell the smell of paper and cold machinery. They shook hands with Admiral Hector five minutes ago."

Ivy said, "It's the person who manages the follow-up visits for military divorces."

Song Xu: "Wow! Amazing! Ivy! How did you know that? How could you figure it out in such a short time?"

Dangdang also looked at her with an amazed look.

Ivy certainly couldn't say "Lorraine told me last night after the snake calmed down."

She said: "Didn't you notice the badge they were wearing on their chests? It said 'Military Divorce Return Administration'."

Song Xu stared at her for two seconds, then seemed to realize something. He turned around and looked at Ivy in surprise.

He had always been a bit clumsy, but at this moment he controlled himself and said nothing. He looked like he wanted to smile, but considering her mood, he suppressed it.

At this point, Ivy took the initiative to comfort him: "It's okay, I just want another certificate of... um, government recognition."

"Yes," Song Xu echoed her words and comforted her, "It's a good thing. Having one more certificate may add talent points."

"...Yes!"

Lorraine obviously didn't want this matter to be too publicized, and the three of them hurried to the confidential meeting room dedicated to the officers' dormitory area after dinner; Ivy ate a whole steak and the slightly cold meal, went back to her dormitory, took a deep bath, rubbed soap three times, and rubbed her toes carefully several times.

The warm and sticky feeling left in the toe lines was still there, and she cared a lot about Huanghuang's words, "You smell exactly like Admiral Hector."

- What if one of these people in charge of divorce management has an amazing sense of smell? Will he smell the sex she arranged for Lorraine yesterday and the jewelry and handbags Lorraine gave her? She was very uneasy.

Smell can reveal a person's identity, and it can also reveal an ambiguous relationship.

Now Ivy hopes that the divorce can go on without any setbacks.

The mate selection form further confirmed that Lorraine would not invest any emotions in this marriage. He really just filled it out according to the political marriage or "I need a wife". The highly compatible genes that brought them together obviously also brought trouble to Lorraine.

Ivy felt that he did not like being attracted to Gu Qianwang, and even hated being dominated by Gu Qianwang.

What's more, her identity is a time bomb that may cause trouble for him at any time.

Ivy doesn't want to be a burden to him yet.

——If Lorraine’s requirements for his wife are just “a living woman who can take care of herself and can chat”, there should be many people who meet this standard, right?

The cloned Ivy is not unique, and she who meets this requirement is not unique either.

After combing her hair, Ivy changed her clothes, checked her mailbox, and found an email from Lorraine.

Lorraine: "If you want a divorce, tell me everything you hate about me."

Lorraine: "For example, you can talk about what you don't like about me or the real reason why you want a divorce."

Lorraine: "Honest children will not be punished"

The last sentence made Ivy dazed for a moment.

Lorraine really loves to say this, but usually in another situation. He seems to like to gently fan the middle of the buttocks, with his palm covering the coconut, with a very light force, as light as Ivy slapping the watermelon at the fruit stall; but such a light movement will inevitably make the wind gathered in his palm blow into the slightly opened coconut, and his fingertips will vaguely brush the red beans on the top of the coconut, his neat shirt, and his two fingers that completely fill the coconut. Lorraine's voice will also be lowered at the right time, as cold as ever, and there will be an illusion of ambiguity when whispering.

She seemed prone to illusions.

Ivy: Got it.

Ivy: “When will I go?”

Lorraine: “Now”

He gave an address.

Before leaving, Ivy ate two concentrated candies to replenish her energy.

Then I met Alice and Lorraine.

Alice also had her hair tied up, and the curls in the sunlight were a honey brown color. She tilted her head back and looked at Lorraine with a smile.

Ivy slowed down her pace.

She thought.

Look, there are indeed many people who meet his needs for a partner, healthy women who can take care of themselves and can chat with him.

The two of them stood on the main road. Ivy had no choice but to walk past them. All she could see was Lorraine's tall figure and Alice in front of him.

Alice's voice sounds much more lively and full of life.

"...I want to know the specific conditions for transferring to the army, so I'm taking the liberty of stopping you."

Lorraine's voice was silent: "The specific details can be found on the official website. Your behavior is indeed very presumptuous."

Alice said, "Because I'm worried that there might be something I can't explain clearly, and I thought it would be more convenient to come to you..."

"As long as you can pass the high school entrance examination," Lorraine said, "you can understand it."

Alice is still trying: "It's just a little bit of your time. You won't even give me a little bit of your time?"

"It's not 'giving' you time," Lorraine frowned, "it's wasting time."

…

Ivy stopped and thought seriously about whether to go over.

She suddenly thought of Nana's words of comfort, "It's amazing that you can hold out for even a minute while talking to Teacher Lorraine."

…It seems to be true.

Alice was now unable to speak under such cold treatment, but luckily she found Ivy.

Alice gave her a happy, friendly smile and waved, "Ivy!"

Lorraine turned around and saw Ivy.

Alice ran over and said, "Just now I was asking Admiral Hector about the transfer to——"

"Ivy," Lorraine grabbed her wrist, not caring about the eyes of the people around her, "It's almost too late."

Ivy: "...Sorry, Alice, I have something urgent to do now..."

She turned around and politely told the other party: "We can discuss things in the afternoon - if you have something urgent."

Lorraine had already grabbed her and was forcibly leading her into the officers' area.

"I don't understand how you can still talk to her like that," Lorraine pointed out sharply, "She wants to replace you."

"Because we have to maintain basic courtesy," Ivy said, "only people in your position don't care about interpersonal relationships, okay?"

"Who said that?"

“Do you also have troublesome interpersonal relationship problems?”

Lorraine didn't answer. His hands were hot, and he walked to the door before letting go of Ivy.

"Remember what I said," Lorraine looked down at her eyes, "If you want a divorce, point out the shortcomings as much as possible -"

"I know, I know," Ivy interrupted him, "and I will tell them the real reason why I want a divorce and my real thoughts. I will tell them everything and I will never let this marriage go through the same old thing again." Lorraine said, "It's a pity that you would use the word 'go through the same thing again' to describe it."

Ivy replied: "I'm glad you find that term inappropriate."

She found that she had basically mastered the skills of communicating with Lorraine. As long as she could keep up with his thinking, she would not be at a disadvantage in the argument.

At this point, Lorraine leaned over and sniffed: "You had steak for lunch? Did Songxu order it for you?"

Ivy covered her mouth: "...I rinsed my mouth! How do you know it was Song Xu? Could it be--"

"Apart from Tsiri and Robert, Songxu was the only one who ordered steak at noon," Lorraine said. "If you like beef, you should have told me earlier. I know a restaurant in the safe zone that makes delicious beef."

Ivy said, "I'm not going to regret divorcing you over beef."

"Don't make it sound like I'm trying to trick you into marrying me with beef," Lorraine said, "but you should be wary of Alice, Yu Mo and their group - you look like you could be fooled by a delicious plate of beef."

Ivy was angry: "You seem to be the same. You wrote your mate selection form so broadly, as if you don't care at all who the woman you match with is - and you really don't care."

"Should I feel honored for your precise and accurate mate selection form?" Lorraine glanced at the slightly opened door calmly, pretending not to notice the three people eavesdropping inside, and said, "Or should I feel honored to be your precise and accurate tailor-made one?"

Ivy really said what he wanted to hear.

She argued: "So that form is totally wrong. I, who is demanding, should be matched with someone who is demanding; you, who are capable of anything, should be with someone who is capable of anything. Fire and water are incompatible. You and I have completely different personalities, completely inconsistent, completely contradictory, and there is no way we can be a 100% high match."

Later, Ivy said: "From another perspective, you are the only one who perfectly matches me, but I am not the only one. This is unfair——"

Before she finished her words, she heard two coughs from inside.

The door to the conference room behind me opened.

The person in charge of the divorce review showed his face. He was a gentle, harmless-looking man with glasses who looked like a married man. He was thin and clean-cut, and his face showed a slight tiredness from working overtime seven days a week.

"I'm sorry," he said awkwardly, "the review of the legitimacy of your divorce will begin soon. Could you please stop flirting outside the door and discussing whether you are the only one for each other?"

Ivy: “…”

Out of politeness and manners, she swallowed the words "This is not flirting, it's clearly a quarrel."

Fighting censorship doesn't seem like a good idea.

To be precise, it is not advisable to go against the government.

Lorraine opened the door, and Ivy crept under his arm and quietly entered the room.

The review and inquiry into the legitimacy of their divorce officially began.

Ivy was the first to speak.

With a serious expression, she told the three people in front of her.

"We have a very bad relationship, and our marriage is totally inappropriate," Ivy said. "As you can see, my marriage with Admiral Hector has no emotional basis. It is purely due to the high genetic attraction and the perfect match on the questionnaire, but the questionnaire I wrote was completely random."

"Yes," Lorraine replied calmly, "I just wrote it down."

The three people in front of him looked at each other with serious expressions.

Even if you write something randomly, it can still match perfectly...

Even the words are exactly the same.

"I'm sorry," the married man pushed up his glasses, "Can you tell me how the outward appearance of a bad relationship is totally incompatible with marriage? What are the specific manifestations?"

Ivy said, "Specific performance? Um... does watching TV programs count?"

"watch TV?"

"Yes," Ivy said, "We have a movie room at home. I like to watch some mindless romantic dramas to relax my brain, but Lorraine likes to watch sports games. I am not interested in those things at all. Every time I have to bite the bullet and accompany him to watch the baseball game. Once, I watched with him for two full hours..."

The capable woman on the far right confirms: "Wait a minute, you hate watching sports games, but you'll spend two hours with him to watch the game?"

Ivy found this a little difficult to respond to, so she looked at Lorraine for help.

Lorraine explained to her reliably: "Yes, we have completely different interests and hobbies. She likes to observe the goldfish in the pond - very boring; at the school base, she often squats by the goldfish pond for half an hour, and I always get bitten by mosquitoes because of accompanying her."

The married man exclaimed: "Would you rather be bored and bitten by mosquitoes for half an hour than accompany her to watch the goldfish?"

He wrote quickly.

"Will do things for the other person that you don't like"

Ivy sensed something was wrong. She turned her head and said to Lorraine, "I want to find the best way to fight underwater by learning how goldfish swim. Your swimming skills are so bad—"

"Your gun, your shooting skills are even worse," Lorraine responded to the "quarrel" very cooperatively, "You still dream of winning the first district shooting championship every day? What a fantasy."

He said sternly, "In my opinion, you can only be runner-up."

Ivy said, "Your swimming skills are also poor. You can only get second place in the men's group at best! You can't get any higher!"

The married man held his glasses at a loss and looked at the capable woman next to him.

He wrote, "They recognized each other and had a high opinion of each other."

The married man asked cautiously, "Are you sure you are not getting along well in your marriage?"

Ivy and Lorraine answered at the same time.

"Of course I do."

"Of course I do."

"Uh..." The married man was frantically flipping through the documents. On the table were the detailed information of Lorraine and Ivy. "Well, I think--"

Ivy took the lead and tried her best to present the evidence and reasons for her bad relationship.

"Because of him," Ivy said, "I was almost forced to lose my dream of becoming an Explorer because he suddenly became my teacher and I had to change classes again and again."

The married man asked, "Change class?"

"Well," Lorraine explained calmly, "because she suddenly became my student, in order to be more in line with the process, I had to apply multiple times and ask multiple teachers to grade together."

The married man wrote it down silently on the paper.

"For each other, we make sacrifices together, and love bows to each other"

Ivy said: "That's when I get angry, because he gave me an even lower score!"

"Stupid," Lorraine said, "Do you want other students to realize that there is something wrong with our relationship?"

Ivy was angry: "Is this why you were so cold to me in class?"

Lorraine frowned: "Am I not gentle enough to you in private?"

"Is that what you call gentleness?" Ivy was incredulous. "If you are gentle like this, then there are no cold people in this world."

Without waiting for Lorraine to answer, she added: "It was you who was cold and asked me to change classes at the beginning."

Lorraine asked, "Who secretly tutored you later?"

Ivy said: "You didn't even call on me to answer questions in class--"

Lorraine glanced vaguely at the people who were busy taking notes, then looked at Ivy who was blushing.

He said calmly, "Because I know you have mastered all the knowledge points."

Ivy listed more shortcomings, trying to prove that her relationship with him was "terrible": "But sometimes you are very tough, and often make decisions for me or force me to do something."

Lorraine asked, "For example?"

"For example," Ivy said, "last night, you opened the bottle of blood tonic, and even though I said I didn't need it, you opened it and forced me to drink it - doesn't that prove your power?"

The married man asked, "Ivy, you sound like you don't like power."

"Yes," Ivy added, "I hate it. I hate it."

"But you keep calling him 'you'. Is this a normal way of addressing him?" The married man said weakly, "It seems a bit contradictory."

Ivy was stunned.

Lorraine naturally came to her rescue and changed the subject: "I gave you a blood tonic because you are anemic."

Ivy said, "It's just normal anemia after the period."

The married man quickly wrote down, "He will give her precious blood tonic to replenish her body - it's just ordinary anemia after her menstrual period."

Lorraine remained calm: "I just don't want your energy to affect today's divorce interview. Besides, your sleep quality is very poor."

"Where is that? Don't make excuses for your arbitrariness," Ivy said, "Didn't I sleep well last night?"

"Well, please stop flirting for a moment..." The female president, who had been silent all this time, looked at them and asked seriously, "So, did you two, who are already divorced, sleep together last night?"