Meg nced at Zane, who was clearly on edge, and couldn''t help but smirk. She had zero interest in what Mirabe was doing on theputer, so she just moved aside and started sorting through her research proposal.


    To her, Mirabe was just putting on a show, pretending to be all tech-savvy. Meg was certain that in less than an hour, Mirabe would be crying uncle!


    Contrary to everyone''s assumptions, Mirabe was now rapidly typing away on the keyboard. She didn''t need to draft any borate n; her mind was already crunching the numbers. With eachmand she entered, a 3D model was almost instantly forming on the screen.


    The so-called Gic Mutation Theory was about using forms to manipte mutant gene molecules throughputer simtions, generating results that were logical yet beyond current gic understanding. This was the essence of Meg''s Mutation Theory.


    A dull study with no real scientific value, honestly. Aplete waste of energy to even criticize.


    Three minutester, Mirabe leaned back in her chair, looking rxed, as aplete 3D model disyed on her screen. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that all the data chains were entirely different from Meg''s.


    Zane, who had watched the whole thing, was utterly stunned. "Is... is it done??"


    He hadn''t even clearly seen how she did it!


    "What else do you think needs to be done?" Mirabe asked, nudging her chair back with her foot.


    Zane''s face twitched. It had taken Meg at least thirty minutes to create a 3D model, and Mirabe had done it in three?


    Were they even using the sameputer, doing the same task?


    Even Zane, a seasoned teacher, began to question everything he knew.


    Meg, who had been organizing her materials nearby but listening to Zane and Mirabe''s exchange, paused and looked over in disbelief. It had only been a few minutes? The 3D model was already done?


    Was this some kind of act?


    Even her teacher had neverpleted a 3D model in less than fifteen minutes.


    Meg couldn''t believe it was true, but seeing Zane''s genuinely shocked expression and the other team members also staring at theputer screen, she suddenly felt... uneasy.


    With a pinch of her fingers, Meg abandoned her materials and walked over to theputer. Her eyesnded on the 3D model on the screen, and she was visibly taken aback.


    It was real.


    "A 3D model in just a few minutes? How is that possible?" Meg murmured, shaking her head.


    Hearing this, Zane, despite his own confusion, looked at Meg with newfound confidence. "Just because you can''t do it doesn''t mean others can''t."


    Meg''s face turned red, but she was still skeptical. "Just inputting the forms andmands takes time, not to mention she didn''t even draft a n or form. It''s impossible to do it in just a few minutes!"


    As if struck by a thought, Meg stepped forward, picked up the mouse, and said, "You didn''t just use my 3D model, did you?"


    She had been too busy arguing with Mirabe to clear the data from theputer, and this thought seemed to make sense.


    Aside from a few molecr lines and gene sequences, at a nce, the models looked almost identical.


    Looking at the model that resembled hers, Meg sarcastically tossed the mouse back onto the desk. "Are you sure this is your work?"


    Sorry for the inconvenience, but I felt unwell after eating some questionable takeout tonight and have been dealing with difort. I still have two chapters to write, so let''s pick this up tomorrow.