People who choose bioinformatics as their major are quite rare. A lot of the courses are taught by teaching assistants who are still working on their PhDs within the department. The highest rank among them is an assistantb technician, which barely even scratches the surface of the broader biological sciences department.


    An assistantb technician might have observed someb sses alongside professors from other majors, and they could handle teaching freshmen and sophomores. But they''re far from being qualified to set up and lead research projects. So, it''s no wonder they''re often looked down upon by other sub- departments.


    Turning a niche major into a popr one is definitely a tough job.


    After grabbing lunch at the cafeteria, Mirabe headed straight to the school library. Just as she reached the entrance, she bumped into Zane, who was also there for some research.


    Zane was the teacher who had kindly offered to help her transfer to a more popr major when she first joined this field. He oversaw much of the bioinformatics department''s affairs and was one of the most senior members.


    He had a strong impression of Mirabe-both for her striking looks and for being the top humanities student of the year who, surprisingly, ended up in his niche field.


    "Mirabe," Zane greeted her, sounding a bit surprised. "You''re heading to the library too?"


    Mirabe looked at Zane and gave a polite nod. "Hello, Professor."


    Zane smiled as they walked into the library together. "You had sses this morning, right? How are you adjusting?" he asked with genuine concern.


    Mirabe, walking beside him, replied softly, "It''s manageable."


    "That''s good to hear," Zane said as they reached the librarian''s desk. He greeted the librarian, who was engrossed in a book but looked up upon hearing his voice. "Hey there."


    "Yes, those books I asked you about-none of them have been checked out, right?" Zane asked with a smile.


    The librarian raised an eyebrow, half-joking, "With the kind of niche materials you''re looking for, it could be ages before a student shows any interest."


    Zane, seemingly used to such remarks, kept his smile without a hint of offense.


    Mirabe, listening to their conversation, registered her name and major in the logbook on the desk.


    The librarian''s eyes then fell on Mirabe, a flicker of recognition passing through. He quickly remembered her from the first day


    of school when she hade to the library and fallen asleep.


    Unaware of the librarian''s expression, Mirabe nodded to Zane, saying she''d go ahead to the books, and walked away.


    The librarian nced at the logbook and then looked back at Zane. "That girl is a freshman in your department, huh?"


    Zane, withdrawing his gaze from Mirabe, replied lightly, "Oh, do you know her?"


    The librarian smirked. "Not really, but I remember her from the first day of


    school. She came here and tell 1.4


    asleep at the desk, so she left an impression."


    Zane paused for a moment, then said, "Taking a rest after reading is


    understandable. It''s all about bncing work and rest."


    The librarian opened his mouth but found himself speechless at the perfectly reasonable response.


    Zane didn''t linger to chat further, giving the librarian a polite nod. "I''ll go get those materials."


    With that, he headed to the science and engineering section.