One knee

Ivy lowered her head and stroked Lorraine's arm. Even in this relaxed state, his arm muscles still felt hard.

"You're sweating a lot," Ivy said. "Is it because of the pain?"

"A dislocation is fine," Lorraine said. "It's better than some little idiot breaking his wrist - don't change the subject."

Ivy squatted on the ground, pretending she didn't hear him. She said in surprise, "Teacher, your chest muscles are really well-trained."

"Thank you, your muscles are beautiful, too," Lorraine said. "Ivy, this stone smells like you."

"How is it possible?!" Ivy's eyes widened. "Don't lie to me! I only shook it once, how is it possible - uh, possible -"

Lorraine, lying on the ground, let out a muffled laugh.

It sounds like a solid block of spruce ready for a cello.

Ivy squatted there in silence and reached out to touch Lorraine's shoulder: "...I'm sorry."

"Thank God," Lorraine sighed, "I thought you had forgotten how to say these three words in Chinese."

His voice was very relaxed, and nothing could be heard wrong. Ivy lowered her head to look, and found that the wound on his waist and abdomen had become larger, and the edges of the ugly scar were cracked, probably due to the impact of the fall. The wound that had stopped bleeding began to ooze fresh blood again.

Her heart was pounding, and she felt that the situation might not be as uneasy as he showed - Lorraine was too calm, so calm that it seemed as if he had only been scratched.

He looked like he would say that there was no problem even if he died in the next second.

"We should have been taught how to deal with dislocation in class," Lorraine said, "Don't worry, I should know how to cooperate better than your partner Song Xu."

"You seem to like comparing Song Xu with me," Ivy said frustratedly, and a little bit unconvinced. "My grades are actually much better than his. Why don't you compare me with a better role model? For example, yourself?"

"Do you think I could be a role model?"

"What else?" Ivy was surprised. "Uh, what's going on? You don't seem to be as narcissistic as I thought... I thought you would say 'It's your honor to use me as a role model'."

She even thoughtfully made assumptions about Lorraine's language before speaking -

"You have a good eye," he would say with such superiority, even if his hands were dislocated, Lorraine would still be in that superior attitude, "Your little brain has some merit at least."

Ivy thought he would say that.

In real life, Lorraine used the word "question", not a rhetorical question with a hint of meaning.

It was unbelievable, so unbelievable that Ivy wanted to unbutton his military pants to identify him.

"I thought you hated me," Lorraine said calmly, "after all, you have expressed your dissatisfaction many times."

"Even biological mothers and daughters can have disputes. It's normal to have dissatisfaction," Ivy held his wrist with difficulty. Lorraine had a large frame, so holding her wrist was like holding a small branch, light and easy. However, it was very difficult for Ivy to hold his wrist, which was thick and big. One hand could only barely hold it, and the other hand held his elbow steadily. The temporary medical skills taught in class formed muscle memory. She habitually pulled Lorraine's elbow outward, but under the warmth of his body, She became more and more aware that the body under her hands was completely different from the one she practiced with before. Song Xu was not so mature, he was still very fresh - and now, she was touching a mature man with whom she had had many pleasant and intense experiences. Under the heat, Ivy even forgot what she wanted to say, and the words condensed dryly in her mouth, like inhaling dry wind containing sand, "Uh... What I mean is that there can't be people in the world who don't produce friction."

"You're more tolerant of others than you are of me," Lorraine said bluntly, "Ivy."

"No," Ivy stared at his body, trying not to look at the two pale pink spots. She calmed down and carefully rotated Lorraine's arm outward. The arm muscles in her palm were strong and distinct, firm and warm. Even though she was in control of him now, he always gave people the illusion that he could control her at any time. She said, "You are as respectable as my other teachers."

"Oh," Lorraine said calmly, "So in the base's survey on 'favorability towards teachers', you only gave me four stars."

"Four stars is pretty good!"

"On a 10-star scale," Lorraine reminded her, "you give other teachers eight stars."

Ivy shouted, "Isn't it an anonymous vote?"

"...I really doubt whether you have completed college," Lorraine sighed heavily, "At this age, you still believe in the anonymous principle of voting... Let me ask you one more question, Ivy, do you believe that Ultraman exists in this world?"

Ivy condemned: "You have betrayed the students' trust!"

As they talked, she pushed Lorraine's arm inward, then gently twisted it - successfully put it back in place. She was sweating just as much as Lorraine, the "injured person".

"Don't change the subject, Ivy," Lorraine looked into Ivy's eyes. "Tell me why the standards for me are different from those for others."

"Why so many whys?" Ivy said, "Didn't you give me a lower grade than other students? You were the first to be so arrogant and picky about me, Mr. Lorraine."

"Student Ivy, you are also quite prejudiced against me," Lorraine pointed out. He said, "I gave you a fair score... Sometimes, you do have impulses that go beyond your reason—"

"snort--"

Ivy snorted angrily. She had been planning to help Lorraine reattach her other dislocated arm, but now she simply gave up.

She stood up and said angrily, "I find that your mouth is harder than diamonds. Even at this moment, you are still unwilling to say something soft and nice. Yes, I have impulses that exceed my reason, and I am also reckless and easily get carried away. If I were not such a person, no one would help you to put your dislocated arm back in place. You should lie coldly in this deserted place, lying pitifully, silently counting the time for someone to come and save you. But no! Because I am rational and smart, I will not jump down from such a high place, and I will not run to help you eagerly!"

She said a lot in one breath, and the more she spoke, the better and happier she felt, venting all the bad things that had happened to her today.

Lorraine said, "Ivy."

"Don't interrupt me!" Ivy screamed. "Don't make me stop when I'm in the middle of a piss—have you ever seen someone stop peeing in the middle of a piss?"

"Your metaphors are getting more and more bizarre," Lorraine said helplessly. "This is the first time I've seen someone compare cathartic conversation to urination... Are you so open when talking to your peers?"

"Yes, it is only necessary to use a pretentious tone when talking to a 'highly respected' 'elder' like you."

Ivy was puffing up, and Lorraine felt that her cheeks were like lotus buds. This graceful impression often appeared in Eastern culture. From his perspective, he could poke it with his fingers.

She maintained her angry, lotus-bud-like cheeks: "After all, I can talk to my friends about anything, without any barriers. I don't have to worry about making mistakes here or there like I do when I talk to you - I don't have to worry about you deducting my points, or about you delaying my graduation."

Lorraine said: "I never vent my anger to students."

"Yeah," Ivy said, "So how do you rank in the 'Teacher Favorability Survey'?"

Lorraine was silent.

"It's because sometimes you talk so irritatingly. You should have praised me more and encouraged me more," Ivy said, "like today... Forget it, I don't want to talk to you about this. You and I have nothing to do with each other... Just stay here and pretend I've never been here - goodbye! Bye-bye, Auf Wiedersehen!"

"'Auf Wiedersehen' is usually used in more formal farewell situations," Lorraine corrected her calmly, "We are familiar with each other. You can use 'Tschüss' or 'Ciao'."

Ivy replied with a clear and articulate "Cao".

"You are so stubborn," she said, running forward angrily, "Why are you so serious?"

At the bottom of the abyss, the bright fireflies gathered again. They danced happily around Ivy, rubbed her affectionately with their shining tails, and touched her cheeks and body eagerly. When they got closer, these fireflies emitting beautiful light looked very much like bees with fluffy big bellies. They flew up and down actively, illuminating the dim and bright road ahead, and imitated in unison the voice that Ivy left for Lorraine.

"elder sister!"

"Cao!"

"elder sister!"

"Cao!"

At the bottom of the abyss, countless dreamlike fireflies awakened from their slumber. They reproduced, bred, and foraged in the fluid left by the dead bionic people. They fluttered their beautiful wings and followed their instincts, happily gathering around Ivy, sniffing her scent greedily. They were so obsessed with flying into her mouth, being eaten by her sister, being digested by her sister, and becoming nutritious feed for her sister to give birth to countless "little sisters".

They sang loudly, flew all the way to the sky above the abyss, flapped their wings, and imitated Ivy's voice with high spirits -

"Cao!"

Click.

Boom—boom—boom—bang!!!

The huge sound of the cannon made Xin Lan's head numb, and his consciousness finally broke free from Lorraine's forced hibernation order.

His face was pale, and the deep red in his right eye slowly turned into the tranquil blue of tropical waters.

Lorraine was right. Now, his "self-awareness" was becoming stronger and stronger.

Heavy enough to break through Lorraine's orders.

Xin Lan stood up with difficulty, and before she took a few steps, she smelled the fluffy smell of toast.

Before he could react, Song Xu, who had golden frizzy hair, rushed over in surprise, picked him up and held him high up.

"Wow! Xin Lan!!! Why are you here? Where's Ivy? Ivy? Ivy? Ivy? I just heard her swearing - did you hear it? Any clues? Huh? Why aren't you talking? Why are you so red-faced? Eh heh heh heh heh? Why do you look like you're about to suffocate? Why are your eyes so big?"

"Song Xu," Song Feng said, "if you use more force, not only will his eyeballs pop out, but he will also stick out his tongue and die for you to see. Do you believe it? You're almost strangling him to death!!!"

Song Xu let go of his hand and apologized: "I'm sorry, Xin Lan, you didn't say anything the whole time, and I thought you could bear it. I'm sorry."

Xin Lan coughed several times before slowly recovering.

He did not answer Song Xu's question immediately, but looked at everything around him in shock.

The red-haired Ci Li, all members of the Green team, Iris’ captain and vice-captain, Alice, Yu Bai… Anya who I haven’t seen for a long time, and even Yu Mo.

He looks much healthier now than when he was a corpse.

Even though Lorraine had told Xin Lan that Yu Mo's "resurrection" would be quick, even though Xin Lan knew that as long as there was a suitable spare body, Yu Mo could be "resurrected" quickly.

Digital life, downloaded from the cloud to reality, as long as the cloud library where he stores his memory is not destroyed, then in a sense, Yu Mo is "immortal".

The new body he prepared for himself was obviously better than the previous one. Even his lips, which had turned slightly purple in the later stages, had turned back to a healthy, normal red. It seemed that the heart of this new body was very healthy.

Yu Mo smiled and greeted Xin Lan: "See you again."

Xin Lan asked Song Xu, who had the cleanest and most innocent mind, and had a headache. He understood why Luo Lin was so serious and unhappy when teaching. Now Xin Lan was also going to be driven crazy by these young people: "Are you here for team building?"

"Ah? No," Song Xu explained, "General Asher had a sudden heart attack and was in urgent need of medicine. I heard that there used to be a large medicine laboratory here..."

"Just right," Yu Mo said, "Didn't Xin Lan say earlier that there were some troubles here and that they needed some powerful explosives to blast open the passage?"

Xin Lan remained polite and pretended that she had never dissected him: "Oh? When? Sorry, I can't remember clearly."

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember," Yu Mo said softly, "I remember, that's what you said at the time."

Anya, who had been silent all along, spoke up. She obviously didn't trust Yu Mo that much. She looked at Xin Lan with a sharp gaze, confirming, "Is it true?"

Xin Lan clearly felt the change in Anya's temperament.

Three years ago, Anya told Xin Lan arrogantly and coldly that she wanted to marry Lorraine, and asked Xin Lan how much money she needed to bribe him so that Xin Lan could secretly drug Lorraine?

Xin Lan gasped at her boldness.

Anya's current haughty and cold expression has been somewhat worn away by the army, but her self-centered nature has not diminished at all.

It's just more hidden.

Now Xin Lan doesn't know how to answer Anya. This pampered young lady has only run into a severe wall with Lorraine.

He was not sure why Anya came here, he just hoped that it was not targeting Ivy - before this, Xin Lan had never heard of how Anya dealt with her "rival in love", because Miss Anya would not leave any competitors behind, whether it was work or anything else.

"...Of course," Yu Mo smiled. His eyes were closer to that green and clearer under his long eyelashes. He had a headband with ivy embroidered on it and number 0001 on the edge. It swayed with his breathing, as if it had merged with him. "Admiral Hector was selfless. He sent me to look for explosives because he didn't have enough explosives... It was just that the positioning device failed and I got lost, so I accidentally hit Asher's car."

Anya was unmoved by the remarks.

She had heard it once.

Xin Lan carefully examined Yu Mo and the others. The chip in her eyes quickly analyzed the expressions of everyone in front of her. Song Feng and Song Xu were both brainless and would believe whatever they heard. The people from Team Green were farther away and her expressions could not be seen clearly. She could only cast doubtful glances at them. Iris's captain Rong Qi was looking at Alice, his eyes full of "She smells so good. I want to make love with her so much. I will definitely last longer this time." Yu Bai had a blank expression on his face. Alice looked at Xin Lan and blinked - I haven't tried making love with a bionic man made by humans yet. Are you interested?"

As for Ci Li, who had been silent all the time, he looked very annoyed and was picking leaves from a plant beside him.

Lorraine dies, Lorraine lives; Lorraine dies, Lorraine lives; Lorraine dies, Lorraine lives... When the last piece is picked, Lorraine dies.

Dissatisfied, Ci Li moved his hand to the new plants nearby and picked again.

Lorraine lives, Lorraine dies; Lorraine lives...

One hundred and twenty blades of grass have been plucked.

Xin Lan retracted her gaze.

Yu Mo continued to speak softly, "You definitely don't mind that I'm Ai Wei's first love, so you're jealous to the point of wanting to kill me, right?"

"Well," Xin Lan said, "that's it."

Anya understood his words as agreement with Yu Mo. She still pursed her lips, and this expression made her look a lot more serious.

“So,” she asked, “where’s Lorraine?”

——Xin Lan explained that he and Lorraine accidentally touched the electric shock device, after which he lost consciousness and remembered nothing.

Anya's eyes swept over Xin Lan's thin and frail body, and the meaning was very obvious.

Obviously, she no longer looks down on these weak men, and even has some contempt for them.

Dangdang has a keen sense of smell. He sniffed the traces here and said decisively that Lorraine was in this passage, and so was Ivy.

There is a lot of their presence here.

Anya looked at the boy in a hooded sweatshirt that covered the upper half of his face in surprise, and felt that military dogs were still very necessary.

"It's in there," Dangdang sniffed carefully, "Admiral Hector seems to be injured... I smell blood, and Ivy."

Ci Li sneered: "This is really the best news I have heard today."

Dangdang raised his head, his expression gradually becoming serious: "Ivy will also be hurt."

Congcong screamed: "Ivy!"

Anya pushed Congcong away and asked Dangdang: "Is Lorraine seriously injured? Is his life in danger? Where is the injury? Will it affect his normal activities?"

Dangdang turned his head away, with the hood covering his face tightly. He didn't want to talk to Anya. The other party's chili-like breath irritated him and made him very uncomfortable.

It was Yu Mo who stepped forward and interrupted Anya's aggressiveness.

"Well," he said, "isn't our goal now to save people? As long as we find Lorraine and the medicine, everything will be solved... Don't worry."

Xin Lan did not speak to these people. The noise and rich emotions of human beings gave him a headache. He took a few quick steps, and his thin body passed through the collapsed and broken passage, and he was the first to walk into the magnificent, spacious and bright shopping mall.

The dome is a huge virtual screen that plays simulated white clouds and blue sky, creating an illusory blue sky and sunny day.

The merry-go-round was still singing the nursery rhyme: "...one day Dad got drunk, picked up an axe and walked towards Mom..."

Anya frowned: "What?"

As soon as the words fell, the music stopped abruptly, and the gorgeous and complete wooden horse turned around, and a huge, broken wooden horse stopped steadily in front of everyone. A rotten corpse stench slowly moved up from the inside of the broken wooden horse, like a poisonous mist. Anya immediately reminded everyone to put on protective masks and avoid this place.

"It must be some kind of leftover biological weapon," Anya called. "We better - hey - who -"

The one called "that guy" not only did not wear a protective mask, but instead climbed over the broken wooden horse easily like a nimble monkey.

He glanced down and took a deep breath.

Open your eyes again.

"Ivy is down there," said Dangdang, "and it's still full Ivy now!"

Song Xu rushed over and threw off his gas mask: "Ivy?!"

"Don't be silly, it stinks so bad, what else can you smell?" Anya said, "Come back, this gas may be poisonous-"

As they were talking, a group of fireflies rushed up from the abyss, with bright little lanterns hanging from their tails. The flying formation looked like a long, elegant ribbon.

Anya took a step back. She didn’t recognize it. “Where is this mutant bug? Oh my god, it must have been affected by nuclear radiation—maybe it grew up in nuclear wastewater. Who is that? Come here quickly!”

"Admiral Hector is here too," said Dangdang, "His scent is entangled with Ivy's, I can hardly tell them apart."

Xin Lan closed her eyes.

He really hoped that the two of them were not making love down there.

The members of Team Green looked at each other and felt relieved; Admiral Hector's strength was unquestionable, and Ivy would be safe with him.

Song Xu also breathed a sigh of relief, staring at the abyss; Song Feng's expression was very stiff, he stood there, motionless; the red-haired Ci Li was still picking leaves in annoyance, Lorraine lives, Lorraine dies; Lorraine lives, Lorraine lives, Lorraine lives...

Anya's expression changed: "Lorraine is down there?"

She hesitated, with the gas mask covering her face. After a long pause, she took a step forward: "I order you to go down immediately and rescue Admiral Hector!"

"Oh, we can't all go down," Yu Mo's expression did not change, "Admiral Hector once gave me a map of the location of the laboratories here."

Xin Lan watched him lie one after another.

This guy is so scary that he even selectively blocks his memories - Xin Lan read his brain but didn't find any map of the laboratory!

"Now," Yu Mo said, "we need to split into two groups. One group will go with me to the laboratory to get the medicine, and the other group will go down to rescue Lorraine and Ivy... What do you think?"

The fireflies with glowing bellies didn't care about human emotions. They circled around in the broken wooden horse, then loyally lowered their bodies and rushed to the bottom of the abyss, flapping their wings.

"elder sister!"

"elder sister!"

…

In the abyss, Ivy walked dozens of meters away before she heard Lorraine's sigh behind her.

"Ivy," Lorraine said, "Come back. I need you."

Ivy said, "I don't need you now. I'm very angry that you criticized me!"

"...I admire your 'impulse'," Lorraine sighed, "Can you give me a chance to finish what I want to say...hiss."

He frowned and suddenly took a breath.

The sound made Ivy stop immediately. She ran over nervously, and the grass scratched her thighs, but she didn't care: "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Lorraine frowned and said slowly, "I know you are impulsive and emotional. You will easily lose your temper and do many irrational things -"

Ivy picked up the stone that had just hit him, gestured for a moment, and thought about how to stuff it into his mouth without hurting his teeth, blocking his annoying mouth.

"But these are also what make you who you are now," Lorraine said. "You're right, Ivy, because these are what make you who you are."

Ivy put down the stone: "I can hardly tell whether you are saying good things or bad things."

She quickly repositioned Lorraine's other dislocated arm and tried to help him up: "What's wrong with you?"

Ivy's movements were very fast, and she didn't even want to touch Lorraine's body over a large area. This body that perfectly matched the aesthetics was amazing. When making love before, she was often teased to the point of losing consciousness, nervous and happy to the point of sweating, so that Ivy didn't even observe him as quietly and steadily as she was now. The process of helping him put his arm back in place made her even more excited than when making love. Her heart was beating uncontrollably, and her breathing was so annoyingly disordered——

She really couldn't resist Lorraine's body, especially his mature and sexy muscles, which were completely different from Song Xu's. Those ugly scars looked like chopped mango on ice cream and snow-capped milk foam on coffee, making him look even more delicious.

"Nothing," Lorraine stood up and praised, "Your skills are not bad. You are worthy of being the student with the highest overall score this year... Where did the thigh injury come from?"

Ivy was stunned for a moment, looked down, and was surprised to find that her military pants were torn.

The wound was near the thigh, a very obvious one. Inside the turned-over fabric, there was a slight, long scar.

"I was just scratched by a straw..." Ivy couldn't believe it. "Is it so powerful?"

Lorraine knelt on one knee, pressed her fingers on the edge of her torn military pants, and looked at the wound seriously.

"It's bleeding," Lorraine said. "The plants here are weird."

"...For a place to have talking fireflies, the plants must be strange," Ivy said anxiously, "Is it poisonous? I don't feel anything right now..."

Normally, a cut that bleeds will cause pain.

But she felt nothing.

There was only the warmth of Lorraine's fingers pressing against her thigh, and the good smell of him, like a hazy dream.

Ivy really started to suspect that there was hallucinogen in the air here.

"Not sure," Lorraine leaned forward, "Don't worry."

Ivy said: "I'm the one who was poisoned, so don't say anything at this time - Ugh!!!"

She took a short, sharp breath.

Lorraine's lips rested on her thigh, his eyes serious and his expression cold as he sucked on the wound.

She couldn't speak coherently. She pressed down on Lorraine's head helplessly and stroked his hair. His black curls were tangled between her fingers. Ivy whispered, "...Teacher..."

Lorraine didn't say anything. He remained in that position, but tilted his face slightly.

All of Ivy's blood was sucked away by him through the wound.

Not far away, a long rope was lowered, with several people hanging precariously on it, and they were climbing down the rope with difficulty and caution.

Song Xu has the best vision. He saw it at once and was extremely surprised: "Ah! I saw Ivy! She was still standing well, and in front of her was Lorraine. Uh, why did Teacher Lorraine kneel on one knee in front of her? It seemed that she was holding her body and kissing her belly?"

Song Feng said uncomfortably, "Kissing the belly? The belly and excrement are so close, it's really an unusual hobby - even if you give me hundreds of thousands, I will never touch someone else's belly."

"Kneeling on one knee? With his belly touching? Is he proposing?" Tsiri said, "It's not easy. How can Lorraine kneel down to someone in his life? This must be fake, right? I suggest killing him first to see if it's him."

Xin Lan was thoughtful.

He could feel the emotion called emotion dancing like four little swans in the chip.

Master, can you finally stop using those sharp words and say those sweet things to Ivy?

"Propose?" Anya said with a dark face, "No way. Luo Lin is so arrogant, there is no way he would remarry his ex-wife."

"Yeah," Song Xu said, "Things won't get that bad. Think positively. Maybe the teacher is speaking up for Ivy."