love

Ivy realized this early on.

"No one will love me for who I am"

Her parents love her because she is their daughter, Ivy. But if they were to tell her that she is not Ivy, it is hard to imagine how much of a blow the elderly couple would suffer. They are old enough, and Ivy would defend this secret with her life.

Yu Mo was kind to her because of the mutual care between their parents - or maybe there were other reasons, such as the doubts Luo Lin mentioned -

All in all, it is not pure love.

Song Xu loves her because Ivy always stood up for him and was "capable" of helping him deal with those who bullied him when he was a child. The admiration and trust he has had since childhood... is not that kind of "love".

Because if someone else stands up for him, Song Xu, who is passionate, simple and kind, will also fall in love with the other person with the same passion.

Not to mention the classmates and men who have pursued her since she was a child... They liked her face, her healthy body, and her abilities, but no one liked her for the real "her".

It’s not that they haven’t given her true love, but that love has conditions attached, it’s giving her face, giving her body, giving her abilities——

Not for her.

Lorraine's preference for her was also due to the high genetic match, and genetic attraction prevailed.

But Ivy's body and genes are most likely cloned and do not belong to her.

Only her thoughts belong to her, her character, her brain, her soul...

Only these are Ivy.

Ivy could clearly feel Lorraine's high self-discipline. He was not a religious person, but his insistence on chastity before marriage was enough to prove this.

That time in the dark zone, and many times afterwards - it was all because of genetic attraction, an instinct that went against reason.

She now clearly felt the fatal attraction that was like aphrodisiac.

If it wasn't her who was the perfect match, but someone else, what would Lorraine do?

Many things simply cannot withstand careful consideration.

In the past, Ivy could just get by. She would not delve into the intentions behind every love. She was willing to accept those ambiguous loves with other purposes. She would try her best to repay the other party.

But Ivy is different now.

She wants purity, even the pure painful truth, not a vague and sweet illusion.

"... maybe you don't remember," Ivy said, "I asked you once, I said, 'If the genetic test results came out and the person who matched you highly, I mean, 100% matched, was not me, would you treat her like this today?'"

Lorraine remembers.

At that time, he vaguely sensed that Ivy was abnormal and realized that she would not be affected by her high genetic attraction, so he comforted her with his hands in the office to confirm the true condition of her body.

At first, he did not give a direct answer, but asked a rhetorical question.

"You asked me at that time, if the person who was a high match with me was not you, would I choose to marry him?" Ivy repeated it in full. She said, "Yes, I would marry him. But maybe I would divorce him earlier... For example, when the base training ended, my identity ID had already been changed to 'single'."

Lorraine finally said, "I can't."

He said slowly, "If it was another girl who was a perfect match, I wouldn't treat her the same way I treat you."

Ivy felt like crying.

She got the answer she wanted, but it came too late.

Now she realizes that a little affection, a little love, is not enough, far from enough.

"Well," Ivy continued to nod. She actually wanted to say something more complaining, and there were many unhappy things to say, but the purpose of saying these words was not to complain - Ivy had already vented her emotions in those screams just now - she slowly moved to the side, sorted out her words, and told Lorraine solemnly, "This is what I wanted to hear at that time."

——At that time.

——“most” favorite.

These words, which represent the past tense, are like riding a Ferris wheel and seeing the most gorgeous sunset when you are at the top.

Then there was an endless rapid fall.

Whether it's the Ferris wheel or the sunset.

The sun set.

Lorraine said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had so much dissatisfaction."

It’s really not easy.

I can still hear such an apology from him.

Ivy looked at Lorraine's military uniform. The metal buttons on it had delicate and intricate patterns, like vines that were wrapped around one another, with slightly cracked buds, cautiously and sparingly opening a tiny thread.

"There are some problems between us," Lorraine said, "and I admit that I ignored some of your ideas."

Ivy said quickly, "I know, because there is a certain age difference between us."

"It has nothing to do with age," Lorraine said. "I'm not old enough to stop thinking."

Ivy discovered that his sharp tongue was really indiscriminate.

"You can ask," Lorraine said, "and I'll listen."

"But if I say it, it's what I beg for. It's not what you really want to give me," Ivy said. "Teacher, Lorraine, Admiral Hector - don't you understand what I mean? I don't want to beg like a beggar with a bowl in my hand. I don't want to be so pitiful that I have to look for love everywhere. I don't want to rush to it like a moth to a flame as long as someone gives me a little love - I have self-respect!"

Lorraine handed over a handkerchief, which was clean and plain white with Hector's last name embroidered on the lower right corner. Ivy took the handkerchief while saying "I'm sorry". She was actually very sad, but she had to control her expression and suppress her emotions, not wanting to vent these bad things on Lorraine.

They were just incompatible, and there was no reason to get so angry with Lorraine just because of their incompatibility in personality.

Ivy was able to put herself in his shoes very well, and from Lorraine's perspective, he had done nothing wrong.

"Why do you want to suppress your emotions? You don't need to empathize with me," Lorraine said as he looked at Ivy covering her eyes with a handkerchief. She was like a sad rabbit, folding her ears to cover her eyes. "You can say whatever you want."

Ivy's voice choked up a little: "Forget it, I want to maintain my integrity and not say those dirty words."

"Anyway," Ivy said, "thank you very much for your help and care over the years. If there is anything I can do for you in the future, I will be happy to help you—"

She bowed to Lorraine in a proper manner, like a student.

"I know you must have your own considerations, such as why you trust Xin Lan more and don't tell me, because I am still young and you can't trust me completely. I know and understand," Ivy said, "Our marriage is different from ordinary ones... Of course I understand that everything you do has your own plan and is based on the consideration of the overall situation. Love is not that important to you, and you don't lack it. Of course, you will say that you have a good impression of me now, but I don't need it now."

Lorraine didn't want to see her like this.

He didn't even want to hear her express those things in such a calm and reasonable manner. Calmness meant thinking things through, and reason proved that one had made the right judgment.

The divorce was not a spur-of-the-moment decision; it was a well-considered one.

"You've been a good boy," Lorraine said, "and now I—"

"Yes, thank you for the compliment," Ivy still maintained that deep bowing posture, she lowered her head, only showing Lorraine her neatly combed hair, she kept repeating, "Thank you very much, teacher, but now I don't need it."

She completed the bow and handed the tear-stained handkerchief to Lorraine.

"I don't need it now."

Ivy repeated this over and over again, closing herself off from all his words with a soft and polite gesture.

"I will not use my status as your wife to flaunt your feelings, and I will keep your privacy confidential," Ivy said. "From now on, I will treat you as a teacher wholeheartedly... Thank you very much."

She bowed deeply again.

Lorraine raised her hand and grasped Ivy's wrist.

This action was extremely rude, but the moment she stood up, Lorraine had the illusion that she would disappear like a dandelion -

Just like the moment when Xin Lan and Hector were torn to pieces by robots in front of him.

Lorraine asked, "Don't you want to listen to me?"

"Yes," Ivy said, "I admit that you have excellent speaking skills and I admit that you are very eloquent - it's not that I don't want to listen, but I dare not listen, teacher. I am afraid that your words will shake me..."

"What are you shaking?"

"You're going too far. You know I'll be very upset if you continue like this." Ivy raised her head suddenly, without a handkerchief covering her eyes, and looked at Lorraine with tearful eyes. The slightly salty tears condensed into beads and fell one by one from under her eyelashes. "You clearly know what it is--"

Lorraine clenched his hand, and Ivy frowned in pain; after realizing that he hurt her, he loosened his hand slightly, and the feeling that she would disappear became even stronger -

"Lorraine."

The same metallic female voice rang out. The female president who made the ruling stared at the two of them and said, "According to the law, you should not forcibly hold your wife's hand - I can sue you for domestic violence - Ivy, are you okay? Do you need my help?"

When speaking to Ivy, the female president's voice became much softer.

The pair of black eyes that looked exactly like Lorraine's looked at Ivy. She took a few quick steps and looked at Lorraine unhappily. Although she was very angry, she still remained polite and reminded her: "You almost broke her wrist!"

"No, thank you," Ivy thanked him. "It's okay, I was just scratched. Surprisingly, he didn't hurt me."

Lorraine saw her panic and embarrassment, the kind of look that could break the hearts of her loving parents; red finger marks slowly appeared on the wrist that Lorraine had just grasped.

He has been dealing with machines for a long time, so his strength is indeed greater than that of ordinary men.

Lorraine didn't look at the female president standing in front of her. She turned sideways and her eyes were fixed on Ivy.

This is obviously not the right place to discuss private matters.

He said, "Ivy, come to my dorm. I want to tell you something."

Ivy didn't respond and ran away in a hurry. The sunlight fell on her white shirt, and the pure white color floated up lightly, like a gentle dandelion, spreading her wings and flying away vigorously.

She didn't want to hear anything Lorraine had to say, except to say thank you and maintain politeness.

Even though she was hurt by his scratch just now, she didn't make any sound.

The sunset at the top of the Ferris wheel has ended.

The sun is setting.

"Lorraine," the female president said, "congratulations on your divorce."

"Congratulations on giving up your principles and falling in love with your subordinate," Lorraine called her name politely, "Kitty Hector, I've said before that marriage is my personal choice, and you shouldn't be here."

"At least one girl has escaped," said Kitty, in the calm voice of the Hector family. "I hope you will always remember your name, Lorraine. My cousin's spirit will always be watching over you - don't forget your promise to him."

Kitty Hector.

Lorraine Hector's nominal cousin, the oldest of Hector's generation, works in the government.

Before Lorraine Hector joined the army, she was the most dazzling pearl in the Hector family and was placed with great hopes.

Lorraine said nothing. Under the black leather gloves, the scar on the back of his hand felt as painful as if it was burned by fire. He just looked in the direction where Ivy was running, and Kitty's voice rang in his ears again.

"...Don't forget the support from the Hector family, and don't forget who brought you out of the dark zone..." Kitty said, "Dear Admiral Hector, do you still remember the promise you made in front of the tombstone? Because of you, my poor cousin, Rollin's tombstone can only be hidden in the rose garden at home..."

"I know," Lorraine leaned over, his black spinel-like eyes showing a deadly emotion, "I want to add a part to the official divorce documents."

Kitty said: "What?"

"Increase the alimony after the divorce," Lorraine said, "From the current level, increase it by 20% for Ivy."

He didn't say why, nor did he want to continue chatting with Kitty. He walked away, and the palm of his hand that had held Ivy's wrist felt slightly hot, as if it had been pierced by the sharp thorns on her body.

At this moment, the only thing in Lorraine's mind was Ivy's worn-out pants, which had been washed so many times that they were fragile and thin.

I can’t even afford blood tonics and can only endure the pain of anemia during my menstrual period.

Kitty reminded: "... and your eyes. Although your original eye color is close to black, the pupil pattern recognition system has been further upgraded recently-"

"I know," Lorraine interrupted her, "the upgrade you mentioned was already used by the military two years ago."

At last Kitty stopped talking.

Lorraine returned to the officers' quarters. The sheets had not been changed yet. They still had Ivy's scent and a faint trace of coconut water. He sat on the bed and looked sideways at the mirror. Yesterday, Ivy was reflected in the mirror, her toes tensed and kicking him hard. Now, Lorraine was alone.

After a moment, he walked to the mirror and looked at himself in it.

Slowly raising his hand, Lorraine removed the transparent film from his right eye, revealing his original pupil color, a deep and rich dark green, like a stack of black spinel and emerald gemstones, a dead silent abyss.

——The fake eye color belonging to Rowling makes him and Ivy match 100%.

She was writing seriously about her ideal partner, who had thick dark curls and jewel-like black eyes.

In fact, Lorraine-Cyril has heterochromia.

Lorraine stood in front of the mirror for a long time, and Ivy never knocked on his dormitory door.

She asked a delivery robot to deliver the pass without leaving any words.

"You can clean the room," Lorraine said to the cleaning robot, "but I need to take the sheets away."

…

In the dead of night, Ivy learns of the departure of Lorraine and his army, along with Tsiri and Robert.

Although the snake bite seemed to have finally been dealt with, she was far from happy.

Yu Mo's hand was still injured, so he could only examine and check the team members. Taige's knee needed to be properly healed. Huanghuang had hallucinations after eating the mushrooms he cooked for dinner. He was found by Songxu while wandering aimlessly, and he was kindly knocked out and brought back...

After a chaotic day, the next morning, the Green team drove the expedition car, sang songs, and drove towards the safe zone in a heroic and confident manner.

Ivy held the steering wheel and watched the new safe zone in the rearview mirror getting farther and farther away. The lush trees were completely cut down and high walls were built around it. Yu Mo released the small animals he rescued and the small fish he caught in time... The sky was high and the clouds were vast, the land was vast and rich in resources, and Ivy stood firm on the vast land.

The safe zone for humans is getting bigger and bigger, while the "safe zone" for wildlife is getting smaller and smaller.

Not far away, a black eagle flew towards the sky. Ivy stared at it for a long time, watching it getting farther and farther away. Suddenly, she thought of the buttons on Lorraine's military uniform - only for a moment, she was silent again, turned sideways, and said to Yu Mo.

"We should go now."

Yu Mo's fingers were wrapped in white gauze. He told Ivy lovingly: "Xiaobao, if you feel uncomfortable, you can accept partial memory and emotional cleansing--"

"I don't want to," Ivy continued walking, "Using 'forgetting' to escape reality is too cowardly. I'm not a coward. Although the divorce will make me sad, it can also make me wiser -"

At this point, she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking, if it were Lorraine, she would definitely sneer and say, "You only know how to eat one bite after another."

Ivy said, "I don't want it."

"Okay," Yu Mo sighed, his hand naturally touching her head, "but sometimes, emotions are the biggest weakness of human beings."

"Yu Mo," Ivy called his name seriously, "stop trying to convince me, I won't accept this kind of surgery; and--"

She paused and whispered, "Don't control animals or read my mind anymore."

Yu Mo's hand was still stroking her hair, but his smile had gradually faded.

"I don't know what your purpose is, because you don't seem to be harming me and my family, so I don't care," Ivy said, "but I also have some bottom line. I don't know how you can read my mind. Is it because you have obtained all my memories before my personality was formed? Or something else?"

Ivy's memory is pretty good.

She remembered some of Lorraine's sudden inquiries, such as the time after she was injured in the fight with Song Feng, when Lorraine asked her whether she had told Yu Mo about "going home" and the time; for example, she had just complained in her heart, hoping that the other party's gun would go off accidentally, and Song Feng and Song Xu mentioned the sudden accidental discharge of the intelligent machine when they talked later -

Those things that are deliberately ignored are actually the truth that is lying in plain sight.

"Alice, Yu Bai, whether you are together or apart..." Ivy said, "Whatever plans you have, or whatever secrets you have, please don't tell me anymore. I just want to be Ivy."

Yu Mo smiled softly: "Xiaobao, you are of course Ivy, the most perfect Ivy."

Ivy wanted to say something, but she staggered over. He was still trapped in the hallucination of poisonous mushrooms, stumbling as he trudged forward, waving his hands vigorously at them.

Yu Mo covered Ivy with his coat, and his gentle voice was disrupted by the wind blowing in the wilderness.

“You are always yourself,” he said. “No one can ever replace you.”

…

Ivy thought she could have a good rest after returning to the safe zone, but on the first night after returning to the base headquarters after a long absence, she received some not-so-good news.

As a rule, every time the expedition team returns to the safe zone base, they will have a friendly match.

The competition was divided into very detailed sections, including gun assembly, shooting, close combat...

There are seven categories in total.

The winner of each competition will receive a prize of 50,000 yuan.

As it happens, the Green team has seven people, and each person signed up for one competition.

The problem is that Tiger's knee was injured and his close combat was temporarily ineffective.

Captain Wei Xi found Ivy.

"You can definitely do it," Wei Xi said, "You have the best physical fitness in our team, and you are also very flexible. Most importantly, you are the only one who signed up for the shooting competition and the close combat competition with perfect timings - I heard that you got fourth place before?"

"Third," Ivy sighed softly, and she said, "I know, it's okay, I'll participate - can you give me all the bonus?"

——Of course no problem.

Tiger felt extremely guilty for not being able to play for Team Green, so he and Congcong gave all the blood tonics they were given to Ivy.

Congcong also sighed: "I didn't expect the expedition team's salary to increase again. I never thought that they would be given four more uniforms and blood tonics... Did the kind-hearted God hear our prayers?"

Ivy wanted to say that it was the kind-hearted man who heard it.

She did not slack off. In the next two days, she successfully passed all the levels and defeated Alice from the Iris team, winning the shooting competition by one point.

Alice was not at all depressed by the loss. She jumped up happily and praised Ivy for her excellent shooting skills.

Just like it wasn't Ivy who shot her in the shoulder.

Ivy was not used to the other party's enthusiasm. She put down her gun in a hurry and heard Alice jumping over and asking, "Do we have a chance to play another game?"

Ivy politely said, "We'll talk again when we have a chance," but Alice came over again, her honey-brown hair approaching Ivy, and her voice became much softer: "Are you and Lorraine divorced?"

Hearing Lorraine's name from her mouth, Ivy became alert and turned slightly to look at her.

"So, can I do a genetic compatibility test with Lorraine?" Alice looked at her innocently, "Would you mind? ... Um, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I think you have some kind of illness," Ivy said sincerely, "literally, Alice, have you seen a psychiatrist?"

"Ivy!!! My baby Big Vivi!!!"

Captain Wei Xi shouted, squeezed through the crowd, grabbed Ivy's hand, and hurried her to the close combat arena: "The game is about to start, hurry up!!!"

Close combat does not distinguish between men and women.

Ivy's appearance was indeed deceptive. After winning three games in a row, she defeated her fourth opponent with great difficulty and entered the finals.

The shooting competition made Ivy's wrist a little uncomfortable, but it was still within the tolerable range; she changed into fighting clothes, put on special protective measures, and walked towards the finals stage with the cheers of her teammates.

Still fighting against Iris.

This result is not surprising at all. Before this year, Iris had always won the Grand Slam.

But this year Alice lost to Ivy.

For Iris, this was a great humiliation - especially when seeing Ivy walk onto the competition stage again, Song Feng behind was so shocked that he stood up and frowned impatiently: "Is she sick? Signing up for two competitions in a row - is she going to die?"

Song Xu noticed the other side.

Ivy kept rubbing her wrist.

The interval between the shooting and close combat competitions was too short. She participated in two competitions at the same time in the past few days, and her wrist must be very uncomfortable.

The person representing Iris in close combat this time is Song Feng. Seeing Song Feng rinsing his mouth and preparing to go on stage, Song Xu grabs him.

"Don't attack her wrist," Song Xu said. "Ivy's hand hurts."

"I know. I will save some strength and just knock her down. I won't really hurt her," Song Feng said impatiently. "Stop chasing her. She is now a married woman, inferior genes, and a refugee. You chase after her like a dog every day. You are almost bringing shame to our family!"

Song Xu said: "But she is Ivy!"

"No buts," Song Feng paused, speaking word by word, and said to Song Xu, "You've grown up now, and you should understand your parents' painstaking efforts. Your uncle and aunt didn't agree with you and her before, let alone now--"

“Forget it,” Song Feng sighed, “You probably don’t quite understand your uncle and aunt’s methods. Let me put it this way. Back then, your family already knew that you compared your genetic sample with Ivy’s.”

Song Xu hung his head and said sadly: "Just a little bit."

Just a little bit.

The parents have agreed to it as long as they are a match above 90 percent.

Unfortunately, it's only 89.99999 percent.

"In order to stop you and Ivy," Song Feng said earnestly, "they found me secretly, took my genetic sample, and replaced yours - everyone knows how much I hate Ivy, they did this just to give you an extremely low matching probability, so that you fail... Alas, poor Song Xu - huh? Why are you opening your mouth? Why are you staring? What the hell are you doing?" The truth about genes

Xin Lan didn't understand why Lorraine rejected the base's invitation at first and then asked him to accept it the next day.

The first expedition team in the first zone, also the original Iris, was organized by Lorraine and his friends. Later, only three people (actually only two) survived the expedition team. Most of the members died in the wasteland. There was also a steady stream of young people who were unable to join the army for various reasons and applied to join.

It was also Lorraine who took the initiative to formalize this non-governmental organization, which won government support and budget for the expedition team. In addition, the connection with the military greatly reduced the casualty rate of the expedition team.

Based on this level, the base used to train expedition team members will invite Lorraine to watch every member competition.

Lorraine had no interest in the competition between members. When she first received the invitation, she even wrote a sharp letter in reply.

「

Hello, sir.

Have you ever taken any psychotropic drugs before making the decision?

What is the purpose of making the tired expedition members compete when they should be resting? Are they trying to drain their energy like the capitalists?

Instead of spending a lot of money hiring an agency to organize the competition, it is better to share the budget and prize money equally among the explorers.

You idiots, your stupid and dirty plans are giving me eye allergies.

Lorraine Hector

"

At that time, Xin Lan was in a dilemma for a long time, and tried her best to persuade Lorraine to change the tone of her reply, but the latter remained unmoved. It was not until Xin Lan's lips were almost worn out that Lorraine agreed to add "Best wishes" at the end of the letter.

So the base received a reply letter that contained both "idiot" and "best wishes".

Lorraine's idea was good, but unfortunately, distributing money directly in this way was not conducive to corruption and hoarding among middlemen. Even though Lorraine firmly stated that he would not attend, the base still held the expedition team competition every year.

Up to now, the various financial expenditures of the Explorers' Competition have been four times the prize money, quietly enriching a large number of administrative personnel and related institutions. From a certain perspective, common prosperity has been achieved in a twisted and covert way.

This year, Lorraine's sudden promise left Xin Lan puzzled.

It wasn't until the next day that Xin Lan saw Ivy's name on the competition list.

She actually signed up for two subjects at the same time, shooting and fighting.

In the history of major competitions, it is unheard of to sign up for two events at the same time, let alone win the championship at the same time.

The shooting competition is understandable, as the guns used by the expedition teams are all from the same batch, and they were just transferred from the army. Ivy is a good shooter herself, and she is also a student taught by Lorraine.

It's no surprise that she got first place.

Only this fight——

"Why don't you hold her back?"

In the spacious and bright room, Lorraine looked unhappy and asked Yu Mo: "What was pulled out was your nails, not your brain - the recoil of the gun used in the competition is strong and will damage her wrist. You are a doctor, why don't you object to her going on the field?"

"She can heal a broken wrist, but she will regret it forever if she gives up halfway through the competition," Yu Mo said. "Sorry, I forgot that you and Ivy are divorced. Maybe you don't know, she is a very strong-willed girl."

At this point, he asked again: "No, you have chosen divorce now, she must have told you this... You know that forcibly holding her back will make her regretful, why did you let me do it?"

Lorraine's expression said "I'm going to go".

"The opponent is Song Feng," Lorraine said, "If Ivy gets enough rest, she might be able to compete with him."

Song Feng is the guy on Team Iris who is best at close combat. Not to mention the difference in strength, the opponent is more than ten centimeters taller than Iris and more than twenty pounds heavier.

In comparison, Ivy, who is shorter and lighter, is at a disadvantage.

In particular, her wrist was still uncomfortable; insufficient rest and continuous competitions made things really bad.

"Song Feng won't really kill her," Yu Mo said, "I—"

His hesitation made Lorraine sneer.

"Is it because of the high genetic match again?" Lorraine sarcastically said, "If that's the case, why don't you increase your compatibility with Ivy? Is it because you don't want to?"

Yu Mo rarely showed an expression of hurt, even a little angry, and was still smiling, but the glass in his hand had been crushed, and the broken glass pieces were deeply embedded in the palm of his hand.

"I'm here to invite you to cooperate," Yu Mo said, "I don't want to hear your ridicule - thank you for your arrogance, I already understand why Xiaobao insisted on divorcing you."

When the word "divorce" was mentioned, Lorraine's expression became extremely bad.

"It's not cooperation," Lorraine sat on the chair, looking at Yu Mo with a slightly contemptuous look, "You came to me unilaterally to beg me. Now that you can sit here safely and negotiate with me, you should be thankful that Ivy still has some feelings for you that are not worth mentioning."

Yu Mo kept smiling: "Don't you want to know what kind of surgery Xiaobao had on his brain? Oh, maybe you don't care about this now, then let's talk about something else - Cyril."

He looked at Lorraine: "Don't you want to know where your lost leg bone went?"

On the playing field separated by two walls.

Ivy's spine itched slightly.

As if she heard someone calling her name, Ivy turned around and saw nothing.

But the spine that supported her body still had that uncomfortable, slightly hot feeling.

Maybe I forgot to close the dormitory window when I went to sleep last night.

Ivy put on the wrist guards to protect her arms and wrists, made all the protective preparations, and took another step forward.

This is the last round of close combat. As long as you defeat Song Feng, you will get the bonus.

She had already carefully planned how to use the money. She would give half to her parents first, use the remaining half to buy expensive life accident insurance for herself, with her parents' names as the beneficiaries, and use the remaining half to buy some blood tonics - blood tonics would indeed make things much better during the period of anemia after the menstrual period.

Just defeat the loose ones.

Among the people watching below the training platform were not only members of the major expedition teams, but also teachers and staff from the base.

As for who will be the champion in the end, some people have secretly started betting.

——Obviously, most people bet on Song Feng to win.

This almost one-sided gamble needs no further explanation.

D gene, newcomer, unknown team member, temporarily pulled up to participate in the fighting competition, 170cm tall, which is considered average height for women, and third-class disability for men, with balanced muscles, and does not seem to have explosive power...

The buffs are almost full.

And what about Song Feng?

The four-time champion of the Cicada League, with excellent A-grade genes, the vice-captain of the famous Iris, is 188 cm tall, with strong and powerful arm muscles that have been tanned by the sun, with bulging veins. He is tall and strong, and has had enough rest. He only signed up for the close combat competition.

"Anyone with a brain would know who to bet on to win... Song Xu? Why did you bet on Ivy to win?"

Zhazha murmured a few words, and was stunned when she saw Song Xu spend 50,000 yuan without hesitation to bet on Ivy to win.

"Ivy will definitely win," Song Xu said, "When Song Feng and I were fighting as kids, Ivy always helped me and beat Song Feng up!"

"You also said that it was when we were little," Zaza said. "Don't believe what people say nowadays: 'Men and women have the same physiques.' Those are lies made up by female scientists! In fact, a hundred years ago, people believed that women's physiques were worse than men's... Their fighting power was severely weakened after their menstrual period. Have you forgotten that Alice couldn't even hold a gun steadily during her menstrual period?"

Song Xu had already placed his bet and paid 50,000 yuan without blinking an eye.

"Calm down!" Zaza said, "Even if she beat Alice in the shooting competition, it was just luck, just a one-point difference. The goddess of luck can't always favor her--"

"Why do I need the favor of the goddess of luck?" Song Xu pressed the OK button and whistled loudly. In his blue eyes, there was only Ivy on the stage. "She is my goddess of luck."

Zaza felt that Songxu was beyond help.

He really is like Ivy's big golden retriever.

While thinking "You are going to lose badly this time", I hesitated for a long time, thinking about how much pressure I should put on Song Feng, 20,000 or 40,000?

Now the limelight is almost entirely on Song Feng, and many people are betting on him to win, with the odds rising steadily. In the last round, in the duel between Alice and Ivy, Zha Zha had already lost the bet and lost the 30,000 yuan he had just earned.

He wanted to win back this time.

After hesitating for a while, Zaza finally bought Songfeng Ying and bet 40,000 yuan on it.

——The deputy captain will definitely win, Zaza thought secretly.

He will definitely win.

Even Captain Rong Qi is no match for him!

Song Xu, who was standing next to him, was still staring at the stage in a daze.

He didn't have time to tell Song Feng the fact that the two of them were a perfect match.

No wonder, Song Xu thought, no wonder the second time they did the genetic matching, the matching degree between the two people actually decreased...

But.

If Song Feng knew this now, since he cares so much about and trusts the genetic matching results, he might just give up the competition.

That's not the result Ivy wanted.

Ivy doesn't like any leniency. She grew up in a society of genetic discrimination and is very sensitive to this kind of "leniency" and "condescending mercy". She is a girl with a strong self-esteem - although she rarely says it out loud.

While thinking, Song Xu heard the referee's whistle, looked up and saw two people on the playing field.

Ivy had her hair tied up in a high ponytail and was wearing a simple, neat black outfit. She slowly lowered her body and posed.

The headlights made every strand of her hair shine brightly. She squinted her eyes slightly and stared calmly at the loose edge of the expensive protective gear in front of her.

Close combat begins.

The audience held their breath. Wei Xi from Team Green was so anxious that he asked Tiger if he had seen Dr. Yu Mo.

Song Feng was too arrogant, and when he stood next to Ivy, the size difference between them widened, and Wei Xi became very worried.

Before going on stage, she quietly told Ivy not to fight to the death and that protecting herself was the most important thing.

Previously, the Green team never won a single game in this kind of competition. Now, it is not easy for them to advance to the second place and compete for the championship.

It was obvious that Ivy didn't listen to her.

From the very first move, Ivy had no intention of not fighting hard.

Each blow hit Song Feng hard, without mercy - just attack, attack, attack -

Song Feng was stunned.

This was the first girl to fight him in the finals, and he felt very embarrassed until he got on stage. To deal with Ivy, it looked like he, a grown man, was bullying a little girl in public. Song Xu was his younger brother, and he was so obsessed with Ivy, so Song Feng planned to symbolically raise his hand and knock her out directly, and win the game decently——

Ivy quickly blocked his arm and swept his leg hard, knocking Song Feng, who was caught off guard, to the ground.

The moment Song Feng's head hit the ground, his mind went blank.

It's like going out in the snow and falling on your back onto the hard, icy ground.

As the saying goes - fell and got stunned.

The audience was immediately in an uproar.

Only Team Iris was in a dark cloud.

So, so embarrassing!!!

"good!"

Song Xu shouted "OK" loudly, thinking in his heart, brother is really nice and really gave Ivy such a big chance... That's great, brother, that's great.

Across the crowd, Song Xu looked at Song Feng on the stage with a bit of admiration, and their eyes met.

Song Xu looked at him with respect and said, "Brother, you've been really nice today."

Song Feng looked like he wanted to die.

Song Xu decided to wait until the competition was over before telling the other party about the "high genetic match" that would "make him really want to die".

He can't suffer this alone.

In the secret exclusive stand, Lorraine clearly saw that after blocking Song Feng's knife attack, Ivy rubbed her wrist.

She frowned slightly, and her arm under the protective gear trembled slightly.

"Her bone cells have been carefully selected and cultivated, and eventually grew into the most perfect bones in the world," Yu Mo looked at Ivy without blinking, "Not only bones, but also muscles... Everything simulates the growth environment of the strongest. I followed her in order to guide her in time and cultivate her into the most perfect appearance."

"So you are not 'Adam'," Lorraine said coldly, "at most you are a guard dog kneeling at her feet."

"Whatever you call her, Ivy is not 'Eve', she is God," Yu Mo turned and looked at Luo Lin, her long silver hair flying gracefully, "Ivy should be the God of the new world."

He said softly, "She has a human body, but she does not have the dirty desires of humans; the future world does not belong to humans, nor to intelligent machines—"

At this point, Yu Mo paused and skipped over a small question: "But, as you can see, Ivy, who I consider perfect, still has a small genetic defect."

Lorraine sarcastically said: "During the process of evolution, intelligent machines also foolishly regard genetic rating as the truth? Taking the dregs and discarding the essence?"

"That's not the case," Yu Mo said, "She has a strong explosive power, but lacks endurance...Alice, who was regenerated using her gene sequence as a sample, also has this problem."

Lorraine asked, "How much more have you done?"

"So far, only Ivy and Alice are still alive," Yu Mo said, "so Alice can't die. Once she dies, the 'Yuan' will hatch a new generation of upgraded girls again. Compared with the controllable Alice, the unknown optimization is more terrifying."

Lorraine asked, "What about the people before Ivy? The boys and girls—where did they go?"

Yu Mo answered Lorraine with another question: "How do humans deal with defective products from production failures?"

Through the glass, Lorraine's eyes fell on Ivy on the competition stage.

She was breathing slightly, her strength gradually fading, but there was no sign of weakness on the face of the strong girl.

"She is the most perfect and impeccable," Yu Mo stared at Ivy, "the rest are man-made gods. Only she, only she is the real Ivy, the real god."

At the game, the cheers from the audience were getting louder and louder. Ivy heard Tiger's surprised roar, which sounded like a strong tiger.

But now the situation is not favorable to Ivy.

Prolonging the game would be very bad for her, so she made up her mind from the beginning to fight quickly and defeat the loose opponent as soon as possible.

In terms of endurance, Ivy is at a disadvantage.

Sweat was dripping from her forehead, and the palms and backs of her palms were sweaty. Ivy gathered all her strength and punched in the air, which just brushed past Song Feng's cheek. She was just regretting the mistake of this move, but found that Song Feng was standing there in a daze, as if he had been given a sedative.

There was a drop of sweat on Songfeng's cheek, a drop of sweat filled with the scent of Ivy.

From her sweaty fists.

The rare physical contact was enough to make Song Feng feel upset, but the act of smearing his body fluid on his cheek made him even more uncomfortable, so uncomfortable that it was heart-wrenching and painful, like a severe allergic reaction, as if someone had suddenly opened a fresh coconut, cut open his chest and belly, peeled off his heart, and put the whole coconut in - painful, tangled, uncomfortable, and terrible. The severe allergic reaction caused by coconut started from his most vulnerable heart and quickly spread to his whole body. Song Feng's skin all over his body was so sensitive as if it was coated with medicine, like cholera, like an uncontrollable war. He wanted to peel off and throw away all the skin she had touched, and he also wanted to kneel at her feet and ask her to touch him a few more times.

So nasty, so nasty, so nasty.

Songfeng hates this severe allergic reaction.

Ivy's next punch hit him solidly in the abdomen. Through the clothes, every inch of skin affected by her strength was sweating excitedly. Songfeng was ruined by his own disgust. He finally realized from the sore pain that this was a fight scene - he hugged Ivy tightly and threw her to the ground.

“Stop moving!!!” Song Feng almost forgot that he was in a match. He leaned sideways, pressed his elbow against her chest, blocking her breathing. He yelled at her, his face covered in sweat. “Give up—give up now, and I’ll let you go.”

What responded to him was Ivy's nimble legs. She raised her legs swiftly and grabbed Songfeng's neck from behind. With a force, her neck was strangled and Songfeng staggered in pain. He stepped back and relaxed his hands. Ivy jumped up from the ground and successfully broke free from control.

There was a round of applause from the audience, but Ivy didn't look happy at all.

Her strength was running out.

But Song Feng has not been defeated yet.

After slowing down, Ivy kicked again, flying into the air and hitting Song Feng in the chest. However, this time she failed to knock him down - she was not as strong as at the beginning.

Song Feng also noticed this.

Losing to Ivy and getting beaten by her repeatedly on the stage brought back the fear hidden deep in Song Feng's memory. The fear of being dominated by Ivy when he was a child came flooding back, and the cheers from the audience were like slaps in Song Feng's face. He ignored the strong coconut scent on Ivy's body in annoyance and said in a gloomy voice, "You are looking for death."

Song Feng showed no mercy anymore. He grabbed Ivy's arm and pressed it down hard, causing her face to turn pale and her dry, cracked lips to clench in pain.

Backstage, Alice jumped up and shouted to cheer towards the stage.

“Come on—Come on—Come on!!!”

She rode on Rong Qi's neck and shouted, "Deputy Captain!!! Come on!!! You can do it!!! Don't let me down!!!"

——So far, no one has a higher genetic match with Alice than him, second only to that unknown person with 89.99999 percent.

Alice also quietly hinted that if Song Feng pursued her after returning to the safe zone, she would not refuse and could try to date him.

Song Feng felt warm inside.

He looked at Ivy, who was kneeling on one knee in pain.

It's just an allergic reaction, just an allergic reaction.

Song Feng raised his hand, intending to give Ivy a fatal blow, but he heard a bell ringing -

The fight was suspended in the first half.

Next is the halftime break.

Ivy knelt on one knee and was quickly carried down by Dangdang. She walked quickly to the Green team's reserve lounge. She was very tired and exhausted, with cold sweat pouring out of her forehead.

Yu Mo ran over quickly and fed her a fast-acting energy medicine (within the scope of the rules) and a large number of miniature pills to replenish her physical strength.

"If it's very painful, you don't have to persist," Yu Mo frowned and advised, "Xiaobao, your health is the most important thing."

"This is the honor among the team," Ivy sniffed and suddenly asked, "Where did you go just now?"

"I've been in the infirmary," Yu Mo leaned over and wiped her sweat, "Don't talk yet, you need to breathe well - your breathing is messed up."

"We only have ten minutes to rest," said Captain Wei Xi, "Ivy, otherwise we——"

"I can't give up," Ivy refused flatly. She closed her eyes. "Okay, I won't talk anymore. Keep your strength."

Yu Mo thought of Lorraine’s expression just now.

When he saw Ivy down on one knee, he stood up almost immediately and almost left the dugout to go to the ring - almost.

If he goes down, it will do Ivy no good but only harm.

So many eyes are staring at me. This is not some "favoritism in public", nor is it some romantic and domineering general falling in love with me.

This is a fair arena for warriors.

Ivy is a warrior.

Even if she fails, she is still a respectable warrior fighting for honor.

Rather than the so-called "weak girl who was picked up by the leader".

She has her own pride.

This pride has nothing to do with others, it belongs only to her.

…

In any case, Yu Mo felt happy when he saw Lorraine's expression.

Once he gets rid of Yuan, he will kill Lorraine, the guy who made Ivy "bad".

God should not be troubled by human emotions.

…

In the lounge on the other side, Song Xu warned Song Feng.

"Don't hurt Ivy," he said. "You'll be sorry."

Song Feng said, "You should regret this! You turned your elbow outward and bet on Ivy to win, but why did you use my fifty thousand dollars to bet? You bet one hundred thousand? Just to make her approval rating look better? Don't dream, go and see, now the people who support Ivy to win, except for those poor guys on Team Green, there are less than twenty people left!!!"

Song Xu did not continue to defend himself.

He said, "There is something I really want to tell you, but that would be unfair to Ivy. She would be disappointed if she knew... I will tell you after your competition is over."

Song Feng said: "You are crazy!"

Songfeng was in a terrible mood, and even Alice's passing of water didn't make him feel any better.

He no longer thought about "confessing to Alice if I win the game".

He just wants to get back what he lost.

Defeat Ivy.

Defeat Ivy.

Let her kneel down, admit defeat and beg for mercy, just like he did before.

He wanted to see the strong woman bow down for him.

To avenge past shame.

Ten minutes to go.

The second half of the game continues.

This time, both men fought each other with all their might, their eyes turned red with anger, and they used their fists, feet, arms, legs, and every limb they could use. In the end, they even stopped caring about any techniques and both sides desperately attacked the other's weak points.

Song Feng's life was in danger because of a kick - although Ivy missed the target.

This still made Song Feng's blood boil. He ignored the warning and grabbed Ivy's injured wrist tightly, pressing hard, and pushed her down on the stage.

"Give up! Apologize!" Song Feng, who had completely lost his mind, roared, "Apologize to me! Now!!!"

Ivy almost fainted from the pain.

Her right wrist could not withstand the heavy blow, but despite this severe injury, she still looked at Song Feng with a sneer.

Her lips turned pale as she asked, "Is this all you can do?"

Song Feng wanted to strangle her to death.

He started to talk without thinking: "Don't pretend, just say it if it hurts. There's nothing shameful about admitting defeat. After all, you have a D-grade gene and you're a new member. Why are you so stubborn? Don't you know that women can get a lot of good things by being coquettish... Ugh!!!"

As he spoke, the hand he held in his palm struck Song Feng hard on the chin.

Even if her wrist would be dislocated or injured, Ivy no longer cared.

She just wants to win.

She didn't listen to what Song Feng said, but secretly accumulated strength, waiting for the final attack.

Song Feng was knocked back by a punch. Ivy gathered all her strength, stood up, flipped over with her legs, and swiftly rode on Song Feng's back. She used her weight and inertia to press him to the ground. At the same time, she used her injured hand and other arm to coordinate, tightly controlling his arm, twisting it behind his back, and locking it tightly.

The audience cheered.

On the invisible stand, Lorraine stood up and looked at Ivy intently.

He looked at Ivy's injured hand.

She looked in pain, pain, pain.

The pain made me stop breathing.

The referee shouted: "One-ten-nine-eight-"

Song Feng, who was pinned to the ground by her, roared angrily, but was unable to break free.

——Where does she get so much strength?

The people in the backstage were getting anxious.

"Get up!" he said, "get up, you loosen up!"

He has saved so much money!!!

"Seven—six—"

Ivy's arms twitched in pain and beads of sweat flowed down her forehead.

She could hardly hold on any longer and could even hear her wrist joints cracking.

The Green team members anxiously called her name.

"Ivy!"

Lorraine turned around and told Xin Lan.

"Ask the medic to the nearest stand," he said, "and see to it that Ivy is attended to first, and her wrists--her wrists first."

"Five—four—"

Song Feng rose up in resistance.

Ivy's injured wrist was dislocated and hung limply, and she lost all strength in an instant.

Zaza just yelled "Yeah!" when Alice roughly covered her mouth, pried it apart and pushed it away.

Alice looked at the two people on the stage anxiously.

“Three—two—”

“Ugh—Ah—!!!”

Song Feng is about to break free.

A suppressed sound burst out from Ivy's throat. Her wrist had completely lost all feeling. She used her elbow to hold Songfeng's back tightly, and pressed him down again.

Her lips were bitten and bleeding, and there was a fishy and salty smell between her lips and teeth.

Lorraine turned around and was stopped by Xin Lan.

"You can't go," Xin Lan said firmly, "She must want to be alone at this moment. Master, I understand your feelings. You are so manic now that it affects my functioning - but I still have to say that she is not your daughter, you can't do this."

"one--!!!"

Song Feng failed to escape within the specified time.

The referee yelled, "Champion! Ivy!"

Champion——Ivy!!!

Ivy won.

The huge cheers and shouts threatened to overturn the entire venue. Ivy was completely exhausted and fell to the ground.

She heard someone shouting her name, "Ivy!" "Ivy!" "Ivy!!!"

At first it was just a sound, which became more and more eager and passionate, as if it was going to overturn the whole world. Someone helped her up, but Ivy couldn't see who it was as the scene in front of her eyes gradually turned dark. She could vaguely smell the cold scent of metal, but her body was held in a warm embrace.

Yu Mo hugged her with his injured hand and praised her with great joy: "Xiaobao, you are awesome!"

Ivy leaned over.

She can't see.

Darkness loomed before her eyes. The adrenaline had not yet subsided, and her heart was beating violently, as if... it no longer belonged to her.

Song Feng, who also fell to the ground, was the first one to be helped up by Song Xu.

Song Feng felt extremely embarrassed and pushed him away: "No need to help, it was just a mistake - you should go see Ivy, she is much more seriously injured than me."

"There's a doctor taking her there," Song Xu said. "If I go now, it will only cause trouble. It will be better to go there later."

"When did you grow a brain?" Song Feng wondered, "What are you still doing here? Laughing at me?"

"Well," Song Xu said, "I'm not mocking you, but you might think it's similar."

"What?" Song Feng said, "What's wrong with the way you talked today? Did Yu Mo lean over you? Oh, by the way, tell me something after the game - what is it?"

He was tired and embarrassed, and didn't want to be noticed by others, so he looked straight ahead and tried to be calm: "Don't say it was a lie made up to make me go easy on Ivy."

"Do you still remember the incident of replacing my genetic sample?" Song Xu asked, "Later, I secretly did it with Ivy again, and the result of the first genetic match was different. Ivy and I only had 75% genetic match. I have always felt that this number is wrong."

"Seventy-five percent is good enough. You should be content. Don't forget that she has D genes after all," Song Feng said impatiently. "What do you want to say?"

Song Xu said: "The first genetic match between Ivy and I was 89.99999 percent."

Song Feng replied perfunctorily: “Don’t brag—what?” He stopped and an expression that could be called terrifying appeared on his face.

"Brother," Song Xu said, "that time, you secretly replaced my genetic sample."

"That highly matched result should belong to you and Ivy."

“So, that perfect match girl you’ve been looking for, that 89.99999 percent perfect match—”

"It's Ivy, actually."