Mirabe had just settled into her seat when a girl from the corner, clutching her bag with cautious steps, moved to sit beside her.


    Noticing someone had joined her, Mirabe turned to look at the neer.


    "Hi, sis," Lisa greeted, her eyes sparkling with excitement and a goofy smile on her face.


    Mirabe met Lisa''s gaze and paused for a moment. Sis?


    Lisa fidgeted with her short hair and quickly exined, "I''m a fan of your brother." She couldn''t believe her luck, attending the same department as her idol''s sister. Hearing this, Mirabe understood and gave a polite nod, her lips curving slightly. "You look even prettier in person than in the photos online," Lisa said, leaning on the table and studying Mirabe''s face intently.


    Her skin was luminous and fair, her almond-shaped eyes enchanting and inviting, and her features were exquisitely delicate. She was truly angelic.


    Lisa felt like letting out an excited squeal.


    Just then, Professor Zane entered, holding a notebook. Mirabe cleared her throat, and Lisa, reining in her excitement, sat up straight.


    Professor Zane scanned the ssroom, his gaze lingering on Mirabe for a moment before he started writing his name on the whiteboard.


    Introductions, roll call, and a wee speech.


    The first ss was about getting to know each other, a more rxed atmosphere than in high school.


    The morning flew by.


    At noon, Mirabe received a text from Matthew to meet in the cafeteria.


    She replied with a quick "on my way" and headed toward the cafeteria, with Lisa, ever the extrovert, tagging along.


    Matthew had already grabbed food for Mirabe, and Vincent was there too, looking more mature than he had in high school.


    They found a spot to sit down. Matthew hadn''t expected Mirabe to bring a ssmate, and he was a bit embarrassed upon seeing Lisa.


    Lisa, unfazed, went to queue for her food.


    As Lisa walked away, Vincent looked up at Mirabe. The boss was still the boss, already having followers right from the start of school.


    "How are you settling in, little sis? How''s your department?" Matthew asked, concerned, while eating.


    Upon learning that Mirabe was


    majoring in Physics as a second et Swunior."


    major, Matthew had started calling


    her Tittle sis" instead of just


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, "It''s okay."


    "But the Biotechnology Department is the core of your college, full of national medical reserve experts. You''ve got to work hard, little sis! Matthew had asked which


    v


    department Mirabe chose hence his advice.


    ?


    "I''m in the Bioinformatics Department," Mirabe said slowly.


    Hearing this, Matthew looked up incredulously, "Wait, little sis, why


    Bioinformatics? Didn''t you choose the Technology Department?"


    Mirabe took a sip of her soup, retorting without answering, "What''s wrong with Bioinformatics?"


    Seeing this, Matthew put down his fork and started to exin the vast difference between the two departments, "...anyway,


    Bioinformatics has fewer resolet


    and less recognition. You should talk to the professors now that it''s the start of the semester; switching departments should be feasible."


    Mirabe looked at Matthew, responding despondently, "Maybe I''m not good enough; the Technology Department didn''t want me."


    Vincent, who had just swallowed a mouthful of food, choked, "Cough, cough..."