Office

Ivy did not answer the question immediately. She had already realized that Lorraine was not born with the word "gentle" and he was never soft-hearted when it came to mocking people.

There were two students who were whispering to each other in class.

Lorraine simply asked them to stand next to him, and during the lecture, he would call on them and ask them what their opinions were at regular intervals.

The two trainees said awkwardly that they had nothing to say; one of them timidly asked if they could be allowed to return to the team.

Lorraine sneered and rejected their request.

He said in a condescending tone, "I thought you enjoyed showing off your shameful participation in front of your classmates."

Never expect to hear any nice words from Lorraine, Ivy has experienced it once.

Ivy was slow to realize that something was wrong. The tenderness he showed was actually a trap for her to ask questions.

She thought of Lorraine in the Dark Zone.

At that time, he was also talking in an orderly manner about attraction and control. No wonder he looked calm and out of control, like fire under ice...all kinds of contradictions seemed to point to the same answer.

Could it be that Lorraine has always had a strange misunderstanding about her?

Ivy's eyes widened: "I'm not the kind of guy who's so full of passion that I'm aroused everywhere. How could I possibly think of doing it when I see you? Only beasts would have such thoughts in their heads!"

She said righteously: "I have never had any improper thoughts about you at an inappropriate time."

As she said this, Ivy glanced around nervously, and only after making sure that the polygraph detector was gone did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"Whatever you want," Lorraine said indifferently. He sat in the teacher's chair, the pen on the table gleaming silvery white, and there was a large desk between him and Ivy. He said, "I will bring gifts and visit you - during the period of the agreed marriage, I will fulfill my responsibilities."

Ivy stood up.

Lorraine added: "You should know that the strong attraction caused by genes goes beyond your instincts -"

"I admit that you are really good-looking and reliable," Ivy tried her best to defend herself. She moved closer to Lorraine, resting her hands on the table, and leaned over to look at him just as he did just now. The difference in body shape weakened her aggression. She explained to Lorraine seriously, "Well, it was indeed my fault to ask you for your contact information when I was married, but at that time I thought we would never meet again, and I didn't have the idea of ​​cheating immediately. I just thought you were very... uh..."

The more she talked, the more uncomfortable she felt, as if she really had some bad intentions.

Lorraine tilted his head slightly, his black spinel-like eyes were calm: "Should I feel proud of this?"

"No," Ivy said immediately, "I just want to tell you that I'm not cheating, and I abide by the rules here very much. I don't have any covetous behavior or disrespectful thoughts... Before you ask to make love, I do respect you as a teacher - the kind of teaching, not the bed."

Lorraine moved her hands on the table, leaned back, and said, "My ears are not for decoration, and your voice is loud enough. You don't need to talk so close to me, Ivy."

The Coconut Fragrance of Temptation nodded seriously and took a few steps back. She looked a little overwhelmed and raised her hand to cover her mouth with some worry: "Is it because I drank Coke at noon? Do you hate the smell of carbonated drinks——"

"That has nothing to do with that," Lorraine interrupted her rudely. "Go on."

Hormones do not travel through the mouth.

She is the source of everything.

Gu Qianwang, who was out of control and wanted to get closer, knew clearly that her high degree of matching with many people was problematic, and her blood sample, life experience, and origin were all suspicious——

"That's all," Ivy said, confused. "That's all. I just realized that you seem to be prejudiced against me."

"The research institute reached a new conclusion at the beginning of the year," Lorraine said, "Highly compatible people will have strong desires for each other at the same time. This attraction is mutual - the information shows that your highest score in high school physics is 93 points. This excellent number can prove that you have a rich knowledge of physics. The most basic 'forces act on each other', I should not need to explain it, right?"

Ivy murmured: "Is the report true?"

She hesitated: "I thought it was a propaganda strategy, a means for the government to promote population growth and marriage rate..."

"How do you think the government makes decisions?" Lorraine asked. "Promotional flyers in supermarkets?"

Ivy questioned, "But I don't think I was full of romantic thoughts after seeing you, as the reports said... Aren't we 100% compatible?"

"Well," Lorraine said, "so I need to verify it."

"Seeking confirmation?" Ivy was stunned for a moment, then, she seized the opportunity to ask an important question, "By the way, that android Beman - I seem to be able to smell that bloody smell all the time, is this normal?"

You can’t tell this to your friends, let alone your classmates.

Like Ivy, they had never entered the Dark Zone, and did not hunt any androids during this operation; Ivy was the only trainee who came into close contact with things she would not normally come into contact with, such as the abandoned burial sites of androids.

The rest of the teachers...

Ivy was not comfortable asking directly.

In fact, during this period of time, she always felt the smell of blood surrounding her, as if Beman's body was always beside her.

This illusion is a bit scary.

Lorraine simply said: "When I first solved the bionic human body block, I also felt the smell of blood following me. Once you get used to it, you sit on the table and open your mouth."

"Oh, it's normal," Ivy relaxed a lot with the teacher's guidance, "Thank you, I feel much better now - wait, what did you say?"

"Open your mouth," said Lorraine, "and let me check the truth of your words."

Ivy was so shocked that she stuttered, "Now, now?"

"I need to write a detailed report later explaining why so many students were given low grades," Lorraine said. "I have a meeting tonight."

She knew the other person's schedule was very busy.

As expected of a working man who is late even for a wedding.

Ivy awkwardly relaxed a little. She was not used to the familiar teacher's office. Subconsciously, Ivy would compartmentalize all occasions, and doing improper things in proper places would seriously affect her thinking and discrimination ability, just like when Lorraine in uniform appeared on the bed, or when he was serious in the classroom...

Lorraine seemed to be calmly doing this as an experiment.

It was really embarrassing to do this in the office, so she put two fingers together and got the answer quickly. Lorraine looked at her dry fingers and Ivy, who was restless on the desk.

Miscalculation.

She told the truth.

The strong attraction between them, which can make rationality disappear, is one-way.

Lorraine leaned over, his uniform tightly restraining him, he frowned and looked at Ivy. Her scent was everywhere, inescapable, like a coconut that was popped open, the air was filled with her breath that was about to drown him.

"Are you sure you haven't undergone any surgery?" Lorraine asked. "The file says that you are a test-tube baby without genetic screening."

"…Because genetic screening is too expensive," Ivy was extremely embarrassed. When Lorraine looked at her finger, she even closed her eyes. Now she was still thinking with regret that she should have taken a shower earlier. No, normal students don't need to take a shower when entering the teacher's office. She shifted her attention and said, "The medical resources in the 23rd District are far inferior to those in the 1st District. My parents can't afford the high screening fees. My birth alone has almost spent all their savings. Not everyone can be born as well as you and don't have to worry about money."

Lorraine said, "You didn't use the card I gave you."

"I'm worried that it will affect the division of property during the divorce," Ivy added, "Also, my mother is a religious person and she believes that unselected children are God's arrangement."

"I believe in God's arrangement, but I do IVF."

"What's wrong with them wanting their own child?" Ivy said quickly. "I'm grateful to them for bringing me into this world."

Lorraine moved closer to her, carefully observing her expression. He was so close that Ivy unconsciously opened her lips and breathed softly. She was still trembling from the excitement just now, so she had to lean back slightly.

"Not attractive at all?" Lorraine confirmed. "There's nothing unusual about you?"

"No," Ivy turned her head and said, "It's impossible for a normal person to have that kind of feeling towards a teacher. I'm not a masochist."

"I never abused you," Lorraine said. "Ivy."

He had a blank expression on his face, almost touching Ivy's forehead: "Your pulse is very fast and your breathing is rapid."

Ivy wanted to explain, but the door of the office was knocked loudly, and outside was a student's miserable cry: "Teacher, if you give me one more point, I can pass; I think I can defend the evaluation you gave, including the 'slow speed'... Oh no, I can explain it..."

Ivy was startled and was about to jump down, but Lorraine grabbed her waist and said, "Are you crazy? Are you going out like this?"

She quickly fastened her belt and pulled up her pants: "We didn't do anything, it was just... just touched, he didn't see it."

"Yeah, you blushed when you were alone in the office with the doors and windows closed in broad daylight," Lorraine narrowed her eyes, "They are just stupid, not fools." Ivy whispered, "So you have different levels for idiots..."

Lorraine held her wrist, counted her pulse in his heart, raised his voice and said to the outside, "Go back, I won't change the grade."

"...Teacher, teacher, please," the student wailed, "I don't want to stay in this training camp for another year. Just one point, I am willing to show my speed in front of you again; do you have time tonight? Can I buy you a meal?"

Lorraine felt that Ivy was sweating a lot, and her nose, eyes, and cheeks were all flushed, just like the expression of someone who was about to have an orgasm.

He didn't need to touch the kitten that had grown up in the middle of the month to know that it must be moist there.

She was telling the truth.

It was not an attraction based on genes, and she didn't even feel the torture he suffered.

She was able to happily accept him that day because his actions aroused her excitement, and the same would be true for anyone else.

Lorraine told the students: "You'd better not do anything stupid. Bribing teachers is also cheating. I don't want you to explain to your family that you got a zero."

There was no movement.

The students outside were scared away.

Ivy finally came to her senses. Her legs were a little weak. She held her breath and waited for a long time. When there was no movement outside, she was ready to leave. But Lorraine's hand moved to her waist again. Ivy was startled: "You are not really going to stay in the office--"

Lorraine leaned over, straightened her crooked buckle, and smoothed out the wrinkles: "What?"

Ivy: “No, nothing.”

She walked to the door, as if she had thought of something, and suddenly turned her head back. After a moment, her dark eyes looked straight at Luo Lin: "Teacher."

Lorraine was wiping her hands with a tissue: "What?"

He stood behind the large desk. The heavy, dull wood and the books and vases on it partially obscured his body, leaving her only a tidy and sensible uniform.

Ivy asked hesitantly, "If the genetic test results had come out and the person who matched you highly—I mean, the person who matched you 100%—was not me, would you have treated her the same way today?"