"No matter what happens, the professor''s got your backter. Apologizing isn''t a big deal. In research, who hasn''t hit a few bumps along the way?" Zane chose to sidestep Mirabe''sment, his words heavy with meaning.


    Mirabe: "..."


    It felt like talking to a brick wall.


    Zane didn''t bother looking at Mirabe''s expression; he was already thinking about how to protect her pride from taking too big a hitter.


    Mirabe fell silent too, crossing her legs and loungingzily in her chair, looking utterly bored. She pulled out her phone again.


    Zane felt his blood pressure spike.


    He finally understood that this young woman wasn''t just a potential troublemaker; she was the real deal. A situation that should have been tense and serious was now light-hearted and almost amusing, thanks to her.


    And the craziest part? He didn''t even find her behavior ridiculous.


    Zane felt like he was losing his mind.


    Meanwhile, the rest of Meg''s team was also stewing in frustration, all thanks to Mirabe''s provokingments. Criticizing the n was one thing, but calling it trash? That was crossing the line.


    With stern faces, the team, along with Meg, worked on the 3D modeling, meticulously double-checking every step before moving forward.


    Thirty minutester, the DNA 3D model simtion finally appeared on Meg''sputer screen. She took a deep breath and clicked to export the simtion data chain.


    "Mr. Zane, could you please do the final data analysisparison?" Meg had already transferred the simted data chain to the biputing device next door.


    She was eager to see the results.


    Zane stood up and walked over to theputer. Before starting, he nced at Mirabe, who still seemedpletely at ease, and sighed.


    He quicklyunched the software, imported the simtion data chain, and hit confirm. Instantly, theputer screen began to flicker.


    The biputing device''s biochip processed data at lightning speed, making the data on the screen sh by rapidly.


    At that moment, Meg looked up again and saw Mirabe sitting there casually, as


    if she had everything under control. A sneer crossed her face.


    Keep pretending. Let''s see how long you can keep it up.


    With a disdainful look, Meg turned her gaze back to theputer screen, her eyes fixed on it, not moving.


    Theputer screen, flickering with blue light, made her expression seem even more obscure.


    As the seconds ticked by, about two minutester, theputationalparison results appeared.


    Just as Zane had suspected, the match rate was 86%, meaning the n was viable.


    Seeing the result, Meg''s fingers, which had been clenched at her sides, rxed. She had known all along that their n was solid!


    With a soft chuckle, Meg stood still, lifted her chin towards Mirabe with the pride of a victor, and slowly said, "Apologize."