**Proposal?**


    Lisa leaned on the desk, her fingers brushing her chin. Was the genius she was thinking about talking about a study n?


    Entering college, her only goal was to savor theid-back life of a student and, if luck favored her, a sweet campus romance. Academics? Not a big deal anymore; it wasn''t high school-just getting by would do.


    But the moment she nced at the n in front of her, a wave of inexplicable shame washed over her.


    She covered her face, reminding herself that the other person was a star student, worlds apart from someone like her who barely made it past the admission cut-off.


    Mirabe lifted her head, her delicate brows and eyes carrying a hint ofzy indifference. She looked at Lisa, who was covering her face and shaking her head, and asked, "What''s wrong?"


    Lisa sighed, "Nothing."


    After a pause, she recalled the information she had gathered from chatting with senior Matthew at lunch, adding, "I just found out that our major in Information Technology is actually the least popr in the entire Biology Department."


    It seemed she was another unlucky soul forced into Information Technology.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, "Which major did you want to study?"


    "Biomedical Science," Lisa said with a bitter smile, shrugging. She hadn''t expected to be assigned to a different major.


    Mirabe idly tapped her fingers on the desk, asking, "Did you check the box for epting adjustments when you registered?"


    Lisa nodded, "Yeah, the counselor said each department has limited spots for new students and suggested it was best to be open to adjustments. I didn''t think much about it and just followed the advice."


    Mirabe nced at her with a half-smile. Although she hadn''t chosen the option, she ended up in the same department. She patted Lisa''s shoulder,forting her "What''s meant to be will be. Trust me, Information Technology isn''t bad either; it''s a field with potential."


    In the age of information, cutting-edge data chains more effectively showcase an industry''s value. It''s about growth and trends.


    Lisaid her head on the desk, unsure about the potential. All she knew was that her major was unpopr and looked down upon by many.


    Mirabe didn''t say anything more and took out a book to read.


    **Military Training**


    Military training was scheduled for the third, taking ce inside Prestige College on a huge field that could amodate over two thousand freshmen.


    The training was strict, with closed management, so even students who didn''t originally live on campus had to stay at the school during this period due to evening drills.


    There was one empty spot in Lisa''s dormitory, so Mirabe temporarily moved in. The other three girls in the dormitory were also from the same department.


    Mirabe was not very talkative and had a strong presence, cool and aloof, giving off an air of being unapproachable. Coupled with her status as this year''s top humanities schr, she seemed to belong to a different world.


    Thus, apart from Lisa, the other three girls in the department formed their own clique, not getting too familiar with each other.


    "Hey, when I went to get breakfast, I heard a lot of people talking about how this


    year''s military training instructors are young and really good-looking."


    Lisa came back from the cafeteria, cing her breakfast on the table, and


    gossiped to Mirabe, who was applying sunscreen.


    Mirabe turned her head, giving Lisa a sidelong nce, then continued with her sunscreen application.


    Seeing that Mirabe had no


    reaction, Lisa pulled up a stool tosit


    down, continuing, "With handsome


    guys around, I think this year''s


    military training might not be so dult"