Mirabe had just put down the mouse, stood up from her chair, and stepped aside, modestly saying, "I think I''ve got the hang of some of it."


    Theputer screen reverted to its original state before she started using it.


    Zane, hearing this, thought for a moment, then pulled up a chair and sat down. "Let me show you how to run aparative experiment..."


    As he spoke, he opened the Python software, revealing a set of molecrparisons he was working on.


    "For example, this one. A professor asked me to do thisparative experiment. Based on the data analysis, you input it into the script, then click confirm for theparison. But because there''s an issue with the data analysis, the result should be..."


    Before he could say ''unsessful,'' Zane saw a ''pass'' notification pop up on the screen, and he was as stunned as if he''d seen a ghost.


    Theparisons had been failing continuously before, so why was it suddenly showing a sess now?


    Zane was shocked and didn''t continue teaching; instead, he quickly opened the script to check the molecr data.


    Mirabe quietly walked away, her eyes slightly downcast.


    A few minutester, Zane noticed the data in the script seemed a bit different from what he had initially programmed, but he couldn''t pinpoint the difference immediately.


    At that moment, a knock on the door interrupted him.


    "Mr. Zane, do you have a moment now?"


    The knocker was Meg, who stood at the door, politely not entering. Mirabe was facing away from her, so she didn''t recognize her immediately.


    Zane looked up, saw it was Meg, and stopped examining the data on theputer. He put down the mouse and stood up, "Yes, I''m avable." Meg nodded at Zane, "I''ll be needing your help these next few days."


    Zane''s expression remained neutral as he waved to Meg, then turned to introduce her to Mirabe, "This is the leader of our experimental group, Meg."


    At that, Mirabe''s eyebrows raised slightly, seemingly surprised it was Meg. She turned around to face her.


    Meg was visibly taken aback when she saw Mirabe. She had heard from her mentor a couple of days ago about Zane bringing a student to observe.


    Could it be that he was bringing Mirabe?


    Bringing a freshman who was an outsider to observe the experiment? Was this some kind of joke?


    Or had theputer science department fallen so low that they had no students to bring along?


    Meg felt a mix of emotions but straightened her demeanor and asked, "Mr. Zane, is this the student you''re bringing this time?"


    She didn''t say Mirabe''s name, using ''this student'' instead, clearly not wanting Mirabe to get too familiar.


    After all, having someone who pretends to understand everything but knows nothing sticking around can be annoying.


    Zane, oblivious to Meg''s underlying


    tone, replied, "Yes, this is a freshman from our department, Mirabe.


    She''s quite interested in the


    experimental topic, so I''ll have to trouble you to guide her."


    Hearing ''interested in the experimental topic,'' Meg''s lips twitched.


    Just started sses a few days ago? Not even understanding the basic courses


    in biology and already aiming high for experimental topics?


    This girl was really something.


    Though Meg felt disdainful, she maintained a gracious demeanor, "Alright, Mr. Zane, as long as Mirabe can keep up, I don''t mind guiding her."