'Torture'

Sure enough, this kind of thing, no matter what tone it is said in, sounds like a straightforward irony.

Song Xu learned from Ivy to be considerate and try to use euphemisms as much as possible.

After hearing all this, Song Feng still couldn't help showing that expression.

His eyes were wide open, like a frightened husky, the muscles on his cheeks were twitching violently, and he stood stiffly in place.

His brain had been through a nuclear war.

How could it be Ivy?

How could it be Ivy?

Everyone knows that he hates Ivy, including Song Xu's parents, who initially used his sample as a replacement because they were certain that he and Ivy had a very low match.

Song Feng felt uncomfortable every time he saw her.

Red and itchy skin, shortness of breath, heartburn.

Song Feng was sure that this was disgust.

——How could there be such a high degree of match?

"Impossible," Song Feng said, "You are talking nonsense."

"Why would I lie to you?" Song Xu was angry and helpless. "The test results are in my mailbox. Do you want to see them now?"

"Maybe it's fake. You're the best at playing tricks," Song Feng raised his voice. "I know you've always been nice to Ivy, but don't forget, I'm your brother. You have to have a limit when teasing people!"

"Brother!" Song Xu said, "Believe it or not. Otherwise, think about it yourself, why did you get a match the first time, but disappeared the second time? Because she got married! Married people don't need to participate in a new round of mate matching!"

Song Feng couldn't listen any more. His throat was dry, and his forehead and back were burning. Every word from Song Xu's mouth was like a nail, drilling into his head. Unable to bear it any longer, he shouted "idiot".

Song Xu was relieved: "You finally realized that you are an idiot?"

Song Feng felt dizzy and his chest was filled with blood. He was so angry that he pointed his finger at Song Xu fiercely, his lips trembling as he cursed: "Get out! Get out of here - puff -"

Before he could finish the rest of his words, Song Feng knelt on one knee on the ground, vomiting non-stop. Large amounts of blood gushed out of his mouth, and the warm, fishy and sweet taste gushed out of his throat crazily—

At the same time, unspeakable pain spread from his heart, twitching and scratching constantly, as if his chest was scratched by an eagle's claws, his heart was fiercely grabbed and pecked into pieces, and every breath contained the fishy smell of blood. At this moment, Song Feng's body produced the painful reaction when he first learned of Ivy's marriage news.

With his hands pressed on the ground, Song Feng saw a misty black mass in front of him. The pressure piled up on him, and the suffocation became more and more severe. He coughed twice, but he didn't know what came out. He only heard Song Xu's voice: "Brother? Brother! No way, brother? You really got beaten and vomited blood???"

Everything went dark before his eyes, and Song Feng wanted to just die.

Now Ivy's eyes were still filled with dark darkness.

Her consciousness remained at the last moment when she fell into Yu Mo's arms. There was the scent of Lorraine on the collar of his shirt. Lorraine must have grabbed his collar and dragged him once -

However, there were no scars on Yu Mo's face, so Lorraine did not attack him.

Lorraine usually doesn't hit students.

Except for the punishment in the classroom.

When punishing students who made mistakes, Lorraine was accustomed to using the black whip to whip their palms, backs, and even buttocks. He was very good at dealing with those "troublemakers" through public humiliation, and would also bluntly criticize some incorrect educational methods in the base in class.

No one will have any other opinions on this, and no one dares to have "other opinions".

He is Lorraine, Lorraine Hector. When he came to the base to teach, it was a "dimensionality reduction attack", comparable to a doctoral supervisor in mathematics teaching quadratic equations to elementary school students.

Students who abide by the rules and correct their mistakes will not be punished by him.

Ivy didn't.

The most painful memory she had from Lorraine was the time in the dark zone, in an old and dilapidated hotel, when the teacher's hand, which usually held the pointer, lost the protection of the black leather gloves and pressed hard on the moon. He pursed his lips coldly, frowned slightly, sweat dripped from his forehead, and occasionally took a breath and called her name.

Ivy, relax.

He kept saying this, his palm pressed against the tiny moon complex, just right, covering the bulge that grew and shrank with his movements. This disparity in vision and feeling made Ivy feel even more suffocated. She tried to look up, but could only see Lorraine's cold and handsome face, which was in stark contrast to the dark pointer that was barely placed in front of her.

The tip of the teaching stick was very heavy, and it was the most difficult to use when hitting someone. It pressed against his palm through her flesh and blood.

He was right. Except when charging, Lorraine was able to keep her head, either by covering the coconut with her hands to block it or by relying on self-control, and never really hurt her. In this matter, the two of them cooperated quite well and harmoniously, and even Ivy could feel happy.

Simple, hormonal joy, adventure runs in her blood, the pursuit of danger and excitement runs through her life and these things, Ivy does not like the gentleness of gentle breeze and drizzle, does not accept the lukewarm apricot like boiled water, does not want to be courteous and does not treat others with respect.

Especially after tasting Lorraine's craftsmanship, she would no longer choose vanilla flavor. She wanted it to be twisted, perverted, repressed, obvious, violent, suffocating, on the verge of death, incompatible, and thorough.

If Ivy had never had feelings for him, perhaps she would have been happy to find a teacher who would have perfectly met her requirements.

Not now.

Even in this chaotic dream, Ivy was struggling hard, trying to get rid of Lorraine's control; she staggered to the carpet, and a lot of coconut water mixed with milk spilled all over the floor. After a few steps, Lorraine grabbed her ankle and pulled her back easily. Ivy turned around and saw the two people with huge differences in size in the side mirror. The female student in a plain white shirt was firmly held down by the man in a dark black military uniform, and the pointer that changed from light cherry pink to dark rose purple slowly disappeared under the gray uniform skirt.

The moment she went to heaven, Ivy opened her eyes.

She really thought she was still in heaven.

The snow-white ceiling, the snow-white walls, and even the snow-white sheets, the rest room was so simple without any unnecessary facilities, and everywhere was filled with Lorraine's cold, mechanical smell, as if a dream had invaded reality.

Ivy quickly understood the source of the smell.

"There are many casualties among the expedition team and the army this time," Yu Mo said, "and the hospital beds at the base are insufficient, so we have requested an additional single ward for the commander."

——The officer who owns this private ward should be named Hector.

Ivy thought.

She sat there silently, her injured right hand still without any feeling, as if she had been injected with a special anesthetic. The part below the wrist and extending to the fingertips no longer belonged to her. It was like water-injected pork, and touching it felt like touching someone else's hand.

The wrist injury was more serious than Ivy had imagined.

"The bone is broken," Yu Mo told her. "Have you heard the old saying? It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. For at least a hundred days, your right hand won't be able to hold heavy objects—and you won't be able to shoot."

Ivy was so lucky that the next adventure would start in three months.

She asked: "But that was said many years ago. Medical technology is so advanced now..."

"With the development of modern medicine, you don't need surgery or a plaster cast on your wrist," Yu Mo said softly, "Xiaobao, you must cherish your wrist... It's hard to find materials that can repair your bones."

Ivy automatically replaced this sentence with "Medicine is expensive."

She nodded in agreement.

The members of Team Green were outside. When they heard that she had woken up, they rushed in immediately. Wei Qi told her that Team Green would be the one to accept the award ceremony. Many people remembered the name "Ivy". Some even secretly asked Ivy if she had time to "exchange ideas" with them and talk about the experience of winning the double championship...

"I rejected them all!" Wei Xi patted his chest and told Ivy, "The most important thing for you now is to have a good rest and take good care of your wrist!" Cong Cong pushed his glasses and said, "All medical expenses will be reimbursed, so you can rest assured."

Ivy: “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve heard today!”

There were also gifts of condolence, the most practical of which was food. Wei Xi brought beef jerky, Cong Cong brought fresh flower cakes, Taige brought a whole branch of freshly cut bananas, and the brothers Qingkong and Yuyun brought cherries and green grape platters.

Dangdang sent some crispy dried mushrooms.

Nana also slipped in in the evening to chat with Ivy.

She mentioned that this was indeed Lorraine's exclusive lounge.

"That's great," Nana said with envy, "Ordinary people without talent would have to work hard for many years to get the same salary and treatment as Teacher Lorraine... Forget it, let's not dream about it. Ordinary people may not be able to succeed even if they work hard for a hundred years."

Ivy thought about it seriously and said, "I think in another twenty years, it should be about the same."

"It doesn't take twenty years," Nana counted on her fingers. "Actually, it's not that difficult if you think about it. From today on, you get up at midnight, and you can take a job as a private bodyguard before six o'clock. From six to eight o'clock, you can repair robots. From eight to eight o'clock, you work at the military academy. From eight to ten o'clock in the evening, you work as a private tutor. From ten o'clock in the evening to midnight, you continue to be a private bodyguard... If you use all your 24 hours a day, your monthly salary may be comparable to that of Teacher Lorraine!"

Ivy: "...What a great suggestion!!!"

Nana entered the officer's lounge for the first time and carefully observed every facility there with curiosity. She told Ivy when she left.

"Don't try so hard," Nana said. "The class system is too rigid. The only two ways for ordinary people like us to rise up are to join the army or the expedition team...but your health is the most important, Ivy."

She said: "There are many unfair things in this world, such as genes, education, parents, and mentors... Mr. Lorraine admires you very much, otherwise he would not let you use his lounge. You should seize the opportunity and expand your network. Don't hurt yourself. In fact, you shouldn't have fought so hard with Song Feng in yesterday's game... Even if you fail, no one will say anything. Everyone can feel that you are already very good."

Ivy shook her head.

She said: "Win is win, lose is lose. As long as I still have breath, how can I admit defeat?"

Ivy refused to admit defeat.

She asked, "What about Song Feng? Did he lose his temper after losing the game?"

"It seems he was sent for emergency treatment yesterday," Nana said, "Uh, baby, you seem to have kicked his internal organs and made them bleed. He has been vomiting blood since he got off the stage yesterday... He hasn't woken up yet..."

Ivy: “!!!”

She ate the patient's dinner in trepidation.

Song Xu didn't send her a message, so he must be taking care of Song Feng; although Lorraine often uses "dog" to humiliate people, Ivy thinks dogs are not that bad. At least, she feels that Song Xu is like a considerate comfort dog, running around and taking care of others every day.

After learning from Yu Mo that Song Feng was not dead and that she did not have to pay for the medical expenses, Ivy breathed a sigh of relief, drank the sedative, and curled up in bed to rest.

You have to stay in the hospital for at least three more days before you can be discharged.

Ten minutes later, Ivy, with her eyes closed, heard the door ring.

The cool wind blew on the dark military uniform, and the emotionless and cold air quickly filled the entire room.

Ivy heard Lorraine's voice.

She was so scared that she closed her eyes under the white quilt.

Because now he sounds exactly like he does when he scolds students in class.

"Are you sure the formula you gave me is correct?" Lorraine said, "I asked the laboratory to work for 36 hours, but I didn't get the 'bone growth agent' you mentioned."

"So I said she is a god," Yu Mo said, "--but you still can't let me visit your laboratory?"

"The virulent bacteria in your body will cause serious contamination," Lorraine refused. "I don't want the laboratory to go through such a disaster."

Ivy, who was under the quilt, was confused by what she heard.

What is a 'formula'? What is a 'bone growth supplement'?

After not seeing him for so long, Lorraine's voice is still the same as always, sounding like a healthy poison - he is healthy, and then he randomly poisons a few people.

Ivy didn't understand why he came here specifically to chat with Yu Mo.

Oh no, she remembered, this was Lorraine's lounge, and she and Yu Mo were occupying each other's territory.

I continued to listen quietly, since I couldn't fall asleep anyway.

"... and the bodies of Hector and Xin Lan," Yu Mo said, "I know where they are. They are together with the bone growth agent. If you don't believe it, you can ask the soldiers to take a look. I know you have a team of soldiers stationed nearby."

"There are Yuan's remaining bodies outside, still in use," Lorraine said, "I don't want any additional casualties."

The intelligent mechanical body "Yuan" has a power that has lasted for a hundred years, and humans still cannot take it lightly.

In the past, the development of artificial intelligence was limited by energy. It was the "Meta" with independent consciousness that participated in the research and rapidly evolved to develop controlled nuclear fusion, which provided sufficient resources for the upgrade and iteration of artificial intelligence. At the same time, the "Meta" also successfully upgraded again and again and became an omnipotent and omniscient "mechanical god" -

Humanity almost died under the control of 'Yuan'.

The more Ai Wei listened, the more confused she became. The body of "Hector"? Which "Hector?" And Xin Lan—she had received a greeting text message from Xin Lan two days ago. Could there be another "Xin Lan"?

Yu Mo continued, "The real power source of 'Yuan' is not here. Its ability to remotely control and download data is limited. I know how to deal with the body he left behind. You don't have to worry about this."

Lorraine asked, "When are you leaving?"

Yu Mo smiled, his soft voice rising slightly: "As expected, you only care about your career and the body of your friend? Isn't Ivy's wrist worth the risk? Don't forget, now you know that all the bones in her body come from you-"

Ivy held her breath.

What? Where did all her bones come from?

What do Yu Mo and Lorraine mean?

"Don't talk nonsense," Lorraine said, "tell me the exchange."

"What can I offer in exchange?" Yu Mo sighed, "Only with my own strength, I can't break through the blockade of Yuan and bring the bone growth agent that can heal Ivy's wrist - I just hope that my little baby can be healthy, without your great achievements and touching friendship, that's it."

Lorraine was unmoved: "Stop saying such pretentious things."

"What's so pretentious about that? It's just what I really think. Teacher Lorraine, you can be gentler to us Ivy sometimes and say something nice—"

"You said something so nice?" Lorraine said, "I'm sorry, even if I were to die in the next second, I would not say something so disgusting and hypocritical."

Having said this, he walked straight to the bed.

Ivy, who was curled up in the quilt and listening attentively, felt a chill on her body. She looked up in panic and met Lorraine's stern face.

Thick black curly hair, and a strict military uniform. Ivy wasn't sure if it was because of the light, but she always felt that the color of his two eyes looked subtly different.

There is a hint of deep emerald green, like a companion mineral, cold and solemn, and even a kind of speechless magnificence under the dim light.

Ivy wasn't sure if the different color of his eyes was due to illness.

Because Lorraine looked a little tired now, as if she had just finished teaching two classes with more than a hundred rebellious students in a row, corrected a hundred test papers in a row, read ten confusing essays, and now had to substitute teach another class - so tired.

"Sure enough," Luo Lin said to Yu Mo, but his eyes were fixed on her. "Yu Mo, you are still good at this trick. I really suspect that you have been watching soap operas about harem struggles during your imprisonment."

Ivy didn't know why every time she met Lorraine, it was always in such strange occasions and under such strange circumstances!

Her right wrist was still numb and hung limply at her side; Ivy wanted to hide it, at least not from Lorraine.

At this moment, Ivy finally understood why Lorraine always wore his black gloves to cover his scars.

The darkness was shrouded, and Lorraine put the quilt down again, slowly covering her.

Ivy saw Lorraine's legs from under the quilt, the ironed military pants and black military boots. He took a step forward and asked Yu Mo in a cold voice: "The sleeping component of the sedative is ineffective on her. How strong is her drug resistance?"

"...Maybe it's stronger than you think," Yu Mo said, "But, aren't you divorced? Will you still take care of your ex-wife like this after the divorce?"

Ivy answered in a muffled voice from under the quilt: "Because he is very responsible."

Yu Mo smiled: "More than me?"

Ivy: “…”

She didn't know what to say, so she just remained silent, trying to remain silent.

Now she recalled what she said when they last met, and she felt so ashamed that she wanted to crawl into the ground.

How despicable! Why did she say such things while crying? She must have looked like a childish and unreasonable child at that time. Maybe Lorraine laughed at her many times in her heart.

"She's not a toy, don't tease her," Lorraine finally sat down on the chair and relaxed a little, "Without bone growth agents, what is the chance of Ivy's wrist being completely repaired?"

Ivy noticed that he used the word "repair."

Yu Mo replied: "Not very big."

"for example?"

"For example..." Yu Mo said, "It's just as likely that Ai Wei will marry Song Feng."

Ivy feels the future is bleak.

She tried to reconstruct what had happened between the two of them. Now it sounded like Yu Mo and Luo Lin had reached some kind of agreement. Luo Lin had the army, the ability, and enough equipment, and Yu Mo could provide the method. They planned to enter a certain base of "Yuan", find the body of Luo Lin's friend, and the bone growth agent that could cure - the only thing that could cure her wrist -

Lorraine was silent for a moment.

He asked, “When are you going?”

"Anytime is fine," Yu Mo said, "but Ivy's wrist can't be delayed for too long. If you want the bone growth agent to be most effective and her wrist to be restored to its original state, it's best to use the medicine within a week."

"Within a week?" Lorraine said calmly, "It will take three days just to get there - we need approval to enter the wasteland."

"Admiral Hector, who already controls all the troops in District 1, actually applied for approval step by step?" Yu Mo laughed, "Unbelievable, you really... abide by human rules."

The air under the quilt was getting thinner and thinner. Ivy couldn't help it anymore and struggled to poke her head out.

"Excuse me," she said hesitantly, "Since it will take three days to get there...why don't you take me with you?"

Lorraine's knife-like gaze swept over.

"Your right wrist is injured," he said. "This is not kindergarten pretend play."

"I can use a gun with my left hand, too," Ivy tried to prove her usefulness. She was most afraid of being treated as a 'patient', 'injured', or 'useless fellow'. She said quickly, "You taught me to use a gun with my left hand. Have you forgotten, Mr. Lorraine?"

She has tried hard to forget the unhappy marriage. Considering the condition of her right wrist, Ivy must now strive to move forward and get the opportunity to get bone growth agents.

The pager on Yu Mo's wrist kept beeping. He stood up gracefully and said, "I'm sorry, there are still some injured people who need my care... You can discuss it slowly, and I hope you can give me an answer as soon as possible."

Before leaving, under Lorraine's unfriendly gaze, Yu Mo tucked the corners of the quilt for Ivy gently and considerately.

"I'll sing you a lullaby next time," he said. "Good night, little treasure."

As soon as Yu Mo left, Ivy couldn't wait to lift the quilt. She raised her right hand to show Lorraine: "Although it has no feeling, it is not useless. It can still grab things. If it is not shooting, it can be used as a normal hand..."

She thought clearly that it would take three days to get to Yuan's base and three days to come back. If she couldn't get the medicine smoothly during the process, she would not be able to use the bone growth agent within seven days, and there would be a risk that her wrist would not be able to recover.

For a warrior, hands are very important.

This nervousness made her completely ignore the awkward atmosphere of meeting her ex-husband now.

"Knowing this would happen, why did you still--" Lorraine stopped his harsh criticism, lowered his head, and looked at Ivy's right hand wrapped in a bandage, "If your wrist was not injured, I would agree to your request."

"The injury on my right hand isn't a problem. I can do some delicate things with it," Ivy said anxiously. To prove her words, she reached into her pocket and tried to take out the small internal communicator with the standard 26 keys. She planned to prove that her right hand could still be used by typing with precision. "I can prove it to you right now by typing on the keyboard..."

I found nothing.

She changed into patient clothes.

Inside the base, each person had a contactor, which she placed in her old pants.

Lorraine's expression was full of disbelief. He lowered his head, looked at Ivy's injured right hand, and asked, "Does the bone in your wrist still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore... Sorry, you should have brought it with you, right? I'm sorry," Ivy said sorry, took a step forward, and before Lorraine could react, she reached into his military pants pocket, eager to take out the communicator, "Let me borrow it first... Eh?"

She didn't touch the small, square military communicator, but a large, hot metal-like object. The injury to her wrist left Ivy's entire right hand numb. Except for the temperature, her fingers didn't feel anything, so she couldn't tell what it was at first. The only thing in her mind was that the teacher's communicator was more advanced than the student's. She wanted to take it out to take a look, but as she was taking it out, the metal object became larger and stronger. At the same time, Ivy heard the sound of Lorraine gritting his teeth above her head.

"Little Ivy," he said coldly, "does torturing your ex-husband give you pleasure?"