Sampling

In fact, Ivy had no idea how Lorraine would treat her.

The surface Lorraine she knew was an excellent teacher who was serious about teaching and strict in assessment, and a workaholic husband who was good-looking but not spitting out ivory and was indeed responsible (in terms of money and material things) -

But now we are facing Lorraine, a soldier.

Ivy didn't know how he examined whether a person was "non-human". Given his usual style, it was a big surprise that he didn't send her to the military laboratory immediately.

She was slightly embarrassed when she received the long cotton swab. Although this was just one of the items in a woman's daily physical examination, there was still some subtle discomfort in taking samples under supervision.

Lorraine sat at a distance from her in a metal and leather chair.

The distance was controlled very delicately. Ivy, who had good eyesight, could clearly see the expression on his face. She could also smell the cold metallic aura on his body, which seemed to be there and not there. If she took a step back, she would be out of range. If she took a step forward, she would be actively absorbing the aura.

"Go on," said Lorraine. "I hope we can be done with this in five minutes."

"That's great," Ivy said. "I wish you would say that before you make love."

"Does your taste really differ from the crowd, or are you just being insincere?" Lorraine said. "It seems to be contrary to what you wrote in your mate selection questionnaire—"

"Oh my god," Ivy was shocked, "how much do you remember?"

"I have some impression of all those refreshing things," Lorraine said sternly, "The data you filled in is too accurate to mine - where did you get the detailed data?"

Ivy: "...I told you, that was the value I was going to use to customize my love robot!"

She has been saving money for a long time.

Lorraine said, "Where does the customized data come from?"

"It just popped into my head," Ivy said grumpily. "After all, my taste is very 'different'."

Lorraine raised his hand and looked at his watch. "Four minutes."

Ivy: “…”

"Don't rush me," she said helplessly, "Please consider my dignity. This is like changing a tampon in front of you..."

Lorraine paused and used a term that would be mentioned in formal physiology classes: "Menstrual shame, shame?"

Ivy said: "No..."

Thanks to a series of "anti-menstrual shame" movements a hundred years ago, women today generally no longer have the "menstrual shame" that people in ancient times had.

"This has nothing to do with menstrual shame. If you and I were strangers, or if it was a normal hospital checkup, I wouldn't feel uncomfortable," she emphasized. "If I have to make an analogy, it's like taking out an empty tampon for you, or peeing on your face under your gaze - well, I mean, you have excellent tolerance, so naturally you don't feel anything, but I still feel a little strange... For example, will you spit in front of me? You even cover my eyes when you move your body."

Lorraine said nothing, seeming to be moved by her reasoning.

But the next moment, he said those cold words that she didn't like to hear: "Three minutes left."

Ivy said, "How can it be so fast!"

"It's your choice," Lorraine said ruthlessly, "as long as you are willing to pay the price of delay."

Ivy believed he could definitely do it.

Every student who does not follow his class rules will be severely humiliated and punished.

Song Xu, who was whispering in his class, had become two fingers thicker after being scolded. Ivy even suspected that he was taking Lorraine's class not only to receive weapons and combat training, but also to thicken his skin and train his threshold for being scolded.

In fact, Lorraine didn't sit very straight, and when they were together in private, he couldn't always maintain the military posture he had in class. For example, now, he even raised his right leg and pressed it on his left leg. In this slightly relaxed posture, Lorraine didn't feel lazy. Perhaps his eyes were too sharp, so Ivy felt that he was more oppressive now than when he sat upright.

Ivy didn't want to hurt herself, so she asked, "Do you have any auxiliary fluid?"

Luo Lin pressed his forehead and said, "Why is there such a thing in the dormitory?"

Why not?

It is always available in Ivy's dormitory.

She said, "Or just say something that can excite people."

Lorraine said expressionlessly: "Would you like to talk about your ex-boyfriends?"

Ivy: "...It's exciting, not to make you angry."

"Don't think I'm a brat like Song Xu," Lorraine said, "I'm not so naive as to be jealous of these words."

Ivy said slowly: "But I really can't help it."

She takes good care of herself and even chooses her lover robot carefully. She worked out those data carefully and diligently.

Lorraine said, "Do you need my help?"

"Just a little bit. If you're worried about interfering with the sample data, just say something," she suggested. "For example, some very flirtatious, dirty talk, or sweet talk."

"Well, what can make you excited," Lorraine looked at her, "Are you satisfied with your performance in training during this period? Were you able to graduate successfully? Did you get the grades and rankings you wanted? Have you contacted the ideal expedition team? How many awards do you expect to get--"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ivy apologized repeatedly, "I don't think I should have heard such romantic words from you..."

Lorraine stood up and approached Ivy steadily. He lowered his head, his black military uniform making his figure stand tall. Ivy could even feel the reliable warmth of his skin through his clothes.

But she remained very alert, warily meeting his merciless words.

Lorraine's hand rested gently, restrainedly on the side of her arm.

"In fact, you have done very well during this period," he lowered his head and suddenly said, "You are a very good student."

Ivy opened her mouth and was speechless for a moment. She was a little scared by such a sudden compliment. She felt that Lorraine was suddenly invaded by artificial intelligence, otherwise he would start to mock her sharply in the next sentence - there must be a big one waiting for her behind.

"Don't be so nervous facing me. Just relax and breathe. That's it. Take your time. You're doing great," Lorraine encouraged her, clasping her fingers together. "Keep going. Very good... Ivy."

Too close.

The two people were standing too close to each other. Ivy thought that his military uniform looked good, just the kind of serious style she liked. It was a completely different feeling to receive compliments from a serious and cold teacher than to receive compliments from those teachers who usually had a good temper. Perhaps it was because it was difficult to obtain, and only at the moment of being affirmed would one feel a strong sense of conquest.

She wanted to take her eyes off Lorraine's beautiful figure, but it was difficult as the distance was too close for her to ignore.

This is a body that perfectly matches her aesthetic standards, as if it were perfectly tailored by a skilled craftsman.

"Focus," Lorraine said, "Relax... Isn't this a quick learning process?"

He guided Ivy's breathing, and after her tense shoulders finally relaxed, he wiped them quickly; everything happened so quickly that Ivy didn't even have time to react. When the nerves transmitted the feeling of the little coconut to the brain, Ivy saw Lorraine put her fingers under the light.

With his eyes narrowed and his fingers slightly spread apart, Lorraine looked carefully at the glittering silver threads illuminated by the light.

"Just a few words," Lorraine said calmly, "Student Ivy, you did a good job."

When he lowered his head, his warm breath fell on her head, and Ivy's ears were about to burst into flames: "This is the only compliment that is true!"

Lorraine turned a deaf ear to him. He suddenly took a book from the table beside him and sat back on the supervisor's chair. This time he did not cross his legs, but slightly spread them apart, spread the large-page book flat, and casually placed it on his thighs to cover his waist.

Her breath seemed to still be on his chest, and the scent of coconut still lingered around his body, including the sticky feeling on his fingertips, but at this moment Lorraine could already look at her calmly: "Only one minute left."

Ivy didn't say anything. She quickly took a sample with a long cotton swab, then tightened her face and handed him the sample he needed.

Everything was finally over, she breathed a sigh of relief and wrapped herself up again.

...It's still a bit embarrassing.

Even at a loss.

Ivy didn't know what the results of the experiment were. In the safe zone, no matter which area it was, the measure taken against bionic people with "self-thinking" or other people who were close to humans but not "normal people" was to strangle them immediately.

The "scattering of ashes" joke that Lorraine imitated her was actually not accurate. These were wiped out completely, without even a speck of dust left.

"Although you may be excited about this," Lorraine lowered his head and organized and packaged the test tubes in an orderly manner, "but I need to remind you that gaining other people's approval is meaningless."

Ivy said, "What?"

She didn't understand the significance of the topic.

Now she doesn't want to discuss philosophy, she just wants to live.

Lorraine brought over another long cotton swab, and Ivy worriedly wondered if he would have to take another oral swab. Fortunately, he leaned over and just touched her cheek.

Sweat extraction was successful.

His mood was very stable, as if he was doing a great experiment: "You seem to need recognition from others, whether it's getting the first place in grades or wanting to join the expedition team. Can you only get emotional value from being recognized?"

The tone was completely different from the previous one. Although it was a straightforward statement, Ivy felt her face burning. All the arguments and doubts today were not as sharp as these words that pierced her heart.

Ivy said, "Please don't read me without permission. I'm not your book."

Lorraine said sternly: "Your thinking ability, thoughts, and personality will also be part of the examination."

Ivy didn't want to talk to him anymore.

She admitted that the other party was very capable and had completely eliminated her urge to speak further.

Lorraine has sorted out the test tubes, which will be tested in secret. By now, he has roughly guessed Ivy's true identity. She is indeed a "human" physiologically, but she is not a human who appeared here through normal means... At least, it is completely against human ethics.

After finishing everything, Lorraine turned around and saw Ivy sitting on his bed in a daze.

He had never seen her with such an expression before, lost, silent, quiet, her eyes empty, her shoeless feet hanging down, not moving at all, as if she had completely given up on her body.

Even a little pitiful.

The first time Lorraine felt sorry for her was when she realized she should be "erased".

He felt a little uncomfortable and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"I don't know," Ivy said. "I just wonder if it will take a long time for our divorce to be approved."

Lorraine said: "Want to use this last bit of time to end your loveless marriage and find true love?"

"Oh... no," Ivy lowered her head, her voice frustrated, "If people found out that your wife is not human, it would probably affect your job."

"I'm sorry, teacher. I seem to have caused you trouble."