Gazing at the data on herputer screen, Meg staggered back a step, unable to believe her eyes.


    How could it be different from hers?


    She was just a freshman this year, and not even from this major. How did Mirabe manage to simte a 3D model in just a few minutes without even outlining a n?


    And the equation she just solved—wasn''t the integration by parts supposed to involve more steps?


    Meg''s hands trembled by her sides, her mind swirling with doubts.


    Before she could figure it out, Mirabe''s voice cut through her thoughts, "Oh, didn''t you want to see a 100% sess rate? Well, get ready to be amazed."


    Meg''s head snapped up.


    Mirabe was already lounging at anotherputer, where the screen disyed the dataparison Meg had been working on.


    Then she nced at Meg and said casually, "Why don''t you clear this batch of data yourself?"


    Meg''s ears burned with embarrassment; the more she had questioned Mirabe in front of everyone, the more humiliated she felt now.


    Seeing her hesitation, Mirabe clicked her tongue, "Looks like I''ll have to do it." With a few light taps on the keyboard, all the data in the software was erased. Zane, who had been watching, looked conflicted.


    He''d been using this software for nearly ten years and had never discovered such a shortcut to clear data.


    Haha, it seemed like they were not even using the sameputer.


    Quickly, Mirabe adeptly imported the data chain into the software. Just as she was about to confirm theparison, she paused, her index finger hesitated over the mouse before she withdrew her hand and stood up, "Maybe the professor should do it. I''m not very familiar with this software."


    Zane: "???"


    Who are you trying to fool with your eyes wide open?


    Mirabe pushed her chair back, then with a face full of seriousness, said, "Please don''t show any favoritism. It could lead to misunderstandings and tarnish your reputation as a professor."


    Zane nced silently at Meg, whose face was dark, and coughed.


    Without further hesitation, he walked over, sat down, and after a moment''s preparation, picked up the mouse to silently execute the final step: clicking "confirm."


    After clicking confirm, Zane quickly put down the mouse, as if afraid of identally affecting the final test results.


    This result couldn''t be wrong; it was a matter of pride.


    Beside him, Meg watched theputer intently, her fists clenched tight. The fluctuating data made her nerves stretch tighter and tighter.


    She truly didn''t believe her data could achieve a 100% match, but... what if?


    If she seeded, wouldn''t she be a joke?


    She was recognized as a prodigy in her department. If word got out that a neer had beaten her, how could she ever hold her head up high among her peers?


    What would her professor think of her?


    At that moment, Meg felt a twinge of regret. Perhaps she had been too impulsive.


    Even if she couldn''t stand Mirabe, she shouldn''t have stooped to teaching her a lesson.


    Soon, as Meg was wallowing in frustration, theputer''s data stopped fluctuating and a dialog box popped up.


    Match Rate: 100%.


    See you tonight.