With a sharp bite to her words, Meg''s demand for an apology made Zane''s


    expression harden. He nced at Meg, about to defend Mirabe, but Meg cut him off.


    "Mr. Zane, I understand Mirabe is one of your students, and it''s natural to want to defend her. But today''s incident was started by her, and everyone needs to be ountable for their actions. I''m not trying to be difficult; I just want a simple apology for myself and my team."


    Meg''s words were fair and to the point, leaving Zane, who wasn''t the confrontational type, speechless and a bit red-faced.


    In essence, Meg''s statement not only put Mirabe in her ce but also subtly criticized Zane as her teacher.


    Mirabe, still lounging in her chair and casually twirling her phone, turned to Meg, "With an 86% match rate, you think you deserve it?"


    Zane was taken aback. How did Mirabe know the match rate was 86%? Hadn''t she been on her phone the whole time? Was that number even mentioned?


    Meg didn''t dwell on how Mirabe got the exact number; she was too amused by her arrogant "you deserve it" line. "Can''t handle losing, huh? An 86% match rate is well above the feasibility threshold."


    Shaking her head, Meg had seen enough to know some people were beyond reasoning. Then, she nodded mockingly, "Right, how would someone clueless know about the feasibility threshold?"


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow, her tone light, "Indeed, I only understand what a 100% sess rate is."


    Zane''s lips twitched. Here we go again, this troublemaker was at it.


    "100%?" Meg scoffed, clearly thinking Mirabe was clueless. "If you don''t want to apologize, just say so. We don''t need your sorry."


    "So, you don''t believe in a 100% sess rate? Did I get that right?" Mirabe put down her leg, finally sitting up straight.


    "A 100% sess rate is achieved through endless verifications and refinements, the ultimate value after countless experiments. Which simtion seeds on the first try? Are you joking?" Meg retorted.


    Her project had achieved over an 85% sess rate by the second trial, a feat she was confident few in the biology department could match.


    "Oh, so that''s how you justify mediocrity. Enlightening," Mirabe nodded, her tone infuriatingly smug.


    Zane, standing beside them, coughed, shocked by Mirabe''s precise figure but desperately signaling her to tone it down with his eyes.


    After all, Meg was Mr. Calvin''s star student. Offending Meg was like offending Mr. Calvin. Without any backing, Mirabe, a freshman, would struggle in the biology department if targeted by Mr. Calvin, let alone have a promising future.


    Zane knew all too well what kind of person Calvin was-vengeful. There had been two students who were forced to drop out because of him.