Meg felt a wave of nausea wash over her. How could someone be so brazen, tantly using the graphics she had painstakingly created?


    She was disgusted. Even if someone wanted to steal her work, wouldn''t they have the sense to wait at least ten or twenty minutes before making it obvious?


    Taking a deep breath to calm her anger, Meg turned to Zane. "Mr. Zane, is this really the kind of student your department produces? Using my graphics to deceive people? Truly a ''genius'' student you have here!"


    Zane''s face darkened. Was Meg being overconfident?


    Just because someone was quick, did it mean they had used her project?


    He had watched Mirabe work the entire time. Although she was so fast that he couldn''t keep up, he was certain she hadn''t used Meg''s 3D graphics.


    After all, no one in their right mind would use someone else''s work right in front of them.


    "Meg, I think you should take a closer look. Are these graphics really yours?" Zane''s voice was unusually serious.


    Meg scoffed, refusing to look at theputer screen. "What''s there to see? Have you ever seen anyone who can produce a simtion in just three or four minutes? My teacher, Mr. Calvin, takes fifteen minutes to create one. And you, being a mentor, should know better, shouldn''t you?"


    To her, these two were nothing more than an ipetent teacher-student duo.


    Hearing Meg speak like this, Zane simply chuckled and asked, "So, just because Mirabe managed to create the simtion in three or four minutes, you assume it''s impossible and conclude she used your graphics?"


    Meg pressed her lips together, staying silent, but her expression said it all.


    Zane shook his head, speechless. Initially, he had a good impression of Meg- smart, sensible, and polite. But today... jealousy was clearly distorting her character.


    "This 3D graphic isn''t the one you made," Zane stated tly.


    At those words, Meg''s eyes narrowed, her anger rising quickly.


    Noticing her agitation, her team members tried to calm her down, but Meg ignored them, shaking off their hands. She grabbed the mouse and opened the 3D graphic again. "You think by altering a few equations and steps, you can hide the fact that it''s not my project?"


    Looking at Mirabe, she snapped, "Can''t you show some real skill? Stop pretending all the time. Not everyone here is a fool!"


    Mirabe, leaning on the armrest of her chair, looked at Meg with cold amusement, as if watching someone beneath her consideration. After a moment, she nodded. "Hmm, you''re right. Except for you, no one here is a fool."


    Stung by the insult, Meg trembled with rage, herplexion turning ghastly. Mirabe smoothly slid her chair to theputer, effortlessly taking the mouse from Meg''s hand. She then disyed the data chain resulting from the 3D graphic, speaking calmly, "Look, is this the same as yours?"


    Meg''s eyes widened upon seeing the data chain-it was different.


    Then, Mirabe pulled up the 3D graphic again and began deconstructing it right


    in front of her, revealing its inner workings. "Is this the same as yours?"


    "And this, the metabolic processes of the genome and RNA simtion, does your ''wed'' project contain any of these?"


    Mirabe clicked through the mouse slowly, and with each statement she made, Meg''s face grew paler.


    After deconstructing everything, Mirabe put down the mouse, tilted her head to look at Meg once more, and spoke deliberately, "Do you still think this 3D graphic was produced from your project?"