Zane uploaded the data instructions into the software, and theputer immediately began simting and sifting through molecr structures. After about two minutes, a dialog box popped up on the screen.


    "35% match."


    Meg stared at the result, her eyebrows knitting together in disbelief. "Only 35%? That can''t be right."


    Zane was also taken aback. He had expected a match over 60%, so 35% was a real letdown.


    "Let''s move on to the second n," a teammate suggested after a moment of thought.


    A 35% match meant the n was pretty much useless. They had multiple ns for this reason.


    Meg nodded and dove back into the discussion with her three teammates to work on the second n.


    Experimental simtions take time. This one took a full forty minutes before they could export the final data.


    Zane, serving as a mentor, had no choice but to wait on the sidelines since no one else from the department had joined Meg''s team.


    "Mr. Zane, sorry for the trouble," Meg said as she transferred the data to theputer.


    Zane nodded and started up the software again.


    After another forty minutes of waiting, the result was ready in just two minutes-a 46% match, still far from eptable.


    Meg looked at the result, massaging her temples, and said to her teammates, "Let''s try the third n."


    Research often involves countless experiments to verify a single result, consuming a lot of time and energy.


    Zane, used to this routine, walked over to Mirabe and said softly, "Being a researcher means dealing with failure. Sometimes, you might go through thousands of experiments without sess."


    He just wanted to remind Mirabe to be patient.


    Mirabe nced at Meg''s team, who were still working, and replied coolly, "Professor, that''s outdated thinking."


    Starting experiments without solid groundwork, as if others have time to waste? Zane was momentarily at a loss for words.


    Even though he was trying to console his student, waiting any longer would likely make him a bit irritable.


    He was there to assist the students, having been somewhat coerced into it by Mr. Calvin.


    "Why don''t you head back first?" Zane suggested after a pause.


    "It''s fine." Mirabe wasn''t one to leave halfway through. She appreciated Zane''s kindness.


    Seeing her persistence, Zane didn''t push further.


    Thirty minutester, the data for the third n, which the team believed was their best, finally came out.


    "Sorry for the wait, Mr. Zane. This one should work," Meg said politely, leaving Zane little to say. He quickly beganparing the data on theputer.  Swnovel


    Meanwhile, Mirabe, seeing the


    data finally emerge, tried to musta et


    some enthusiasm. But after


    vel?


    ncing at theputer''s data, she was at a loss for words.  swnovel


    So, this is what they call a prodigy nowadays?


    Without waiting to see the final result,


    grabbed a chair, and sat down grabirabe walked over,


    pulling out her phone from her pocket.  Swnovel


    The experiment was supposed to take at most an hour, but it had taken more than double that time.


    Meg lifted her head and nced at Mirabe, her eyebrows furrowing.