Facing Zane''s wild stare, Mirabe just gave a faint smile, her eyebrows arched with just the right mix of nonchnce and pride, not a single trace of worry on her face.


    Zane, seeing this, rubbed his forehead and sighed. Alright, let this little


    troublemaker have her way. So what if he had crossed paths with a Mr. Calvin? It wasn''t like this was his first rodeo.


    As these thoughts raced through his mind, Meg was fuming, her anger fully ignited by Mirabe''s words. She could confidently say this girl was the most aggravating person she''d ever met. The sheer pretense was off the charts!


    "Since you think my skills are trash, you''re saying you''re better, right? Fine, then you do it. I really want to see what a 100% sess rate looks like," Meg''s voice was ice-cold, a far cry from her usual tone.


    After speaking, she stepped aside. To prevent Mirabe froming up with excuses, she walked over to a nearby table and grabbed the initial draft of her research hypothesis.


    Meg pped the draft down on the table beside Mirabe, "I''m generous. I don''t pick on newbies."


    The stack of A4 papers was filled withplex equations and the core ideas of her gic mutation research. It was a detailed, refined version of the paper Meg was about to submit for publication.


    Zane, watching all this, frowned deeply. Everyone has moments of impulsiveness, but Meg, knowing Mirabe was a freshman and not even in the same field, was clearly setting her up to fail. And demanding a 100% sess rate?


    Without hesitation, Zane stepped forward, "Meg, out of respect for our professor, let''s drop this. She''s just a freshman; her knowledge is limited. Besides, this is your paper for submission, it''s better to keep it confidential."


    Meg had anticipated Zane would defend Mirabe. Mirabe must have banked on this, making her so brazen.


    Truly scheming.


    Meg''s lips twisted into a smile, "Mr. Zane, I actually think Miss Mirabe''s


    knowledge is quite impressive. She''s this year''s final exam valedictorian. A simple experiment like this should be a walk in the park for her."


    Swallowing her pride? Not happening.


    Turning to Mirabe, Meg continued, "Right, Mirabe?"


    Zane didn''t expect Meg to bring up the final exam valedictorian, his frown


    deepening, "That''s a different matter, you can''t just..."


    "Exactly, you''re not wrong," Mirabe stood up slowly, cutting Zane off, "Me, the final exam valedictorian, stumped by such a basic experiment?"


    Listening to her provoking tone, Zane thought: "......"


    His blood pressure was about to hit the roof.


    "Well, then I''ll be waiting," Meg said with a coldugh, turning to leave. Such arrogance and ignorance.


    Mirabe cracked her knuckles, not even ncing at the draft Meg had ced on the table, nor did she take any pen or paper to write equations. Instead, she went straight to the firstputer capable of simting 3D models and sat down.


    Seeing this, Meg''s lips curled into another cold smile.


    Zane, sweating bullets, hurried to Mirabe''s side. Even though this troublemaker seemed very confident, as if she really knew her stuff, he thought she must be panicking inside.