<b>Chapter </b><b>357 </b>
Michelle paused for a second<b>, </b>then considered that Mirabe was just a high schooler and <b>nodded</b><b>. </b>“Sure, that could work.”
Mirabe stopped her fidgeting with the crumpled paper in her hand and lifted her head to stare at the pair. A yful smirk was hidden beneath her mask. “Are you sure you want to see the problems I’ve been working on?”
Heather felt it was a tell–tale sign of covering something up, so she chuckled, “We could all benefit from sharing and learning together, right?”
Leo cast a sideways nce at Heather without a word.
“Alright then.” Mirabe smoothed out the wad of paper she had been toying with.
Michelle walked over and took the paper from Mirabe, her expression humble. “Even though physics isn’t exactly my strong suit, taking a look at a high school problem shouldn’t be a<b>…</b>” She didn’t get to finish the sentence; her voice suddenly cut off.
The viewers in the live stream began to flood the chat with messages as they noticed her
reaction.
[What’s happening? Why has Michelle stopped talking?]
[Look’s like she’s in shock, doesn’t it?]
[Seems like there’s something profound about that problem on the paper. Did anyone manage to snap a screenshot of it?]
[A high school problem stumping a college student?]
[Haha, it feels like there’s a awkward momenting.]
Seeing her cousin’s odd expression, Heather leaned in and asked, “What’s wrong, Michelle?”
Michelle’s grip on the paper faltered for a moment before she regained herposure and said, “This isn’t a high school problem<b>; </b>it’s a university–level physicstesearch question, quite a tough one. I’m a bit embarrassed to admit I wouldn’t know how to solve this one either. How did youe up with the solution?”
The implication was clear in her words. First, it seemed a bit fishy that a high school student like Mirabe was tackling university–level problems. Second, if Michelle, who specialized in physics at the university level, couldn’t solve it, but Mirabe could, it suggested that Mirabe must have prepared the solutions in advance and brought them to the show to boast.
“You’re doing university problems? Aren’t you a high schooler?” Heather feigned surprise.
“Maybe she is just that much of a brainiac. After all, the students at Parkside High School are no slouches,” Michelle said with a smile that thinly veiled her sarcasm.
Heather nodded. “True, there aren’t many simple students around these days.”
11:41
Hearing this exchange, Leo’s face darkened in an instant, and he was about to stand up when someone grabbed his arm. He turned to look at his sister beside him.
Mirabe’s eyes twinkled with mirth as she nonchntly stood up and walked over to Heather. Standing tall in front of her, her presence wasmanding<b>, </bpletely overshadowing
Heather’s.
Heather met Mirabe’s gaze, that innate rity making her involuntarily step back, breaking eye contact after a few seconds.
“Weren’t you a high school student once?” Mirabe asked earnestly.
Heather opened her mouth to reply but was cut off as Mirabe continued. “I guess I’m too blunt sometimes. To use your words, there really aren’t many simple people around<b>, </b>especially those who think before speaking.”
Mirabeughed, then turned to Michelle. “And as for you, you don’t tell me you can’t even understand the Lace equation?”