In the world of experimental research, hitting a 100% data match isn''t exactly groundbreaking—it''s the gold standard everyone''s aiming for. But even the most seasoned researchers at the institute sometimes need countless tries to hit that mark.


    So, when Mirabe, a newbie with zero specialized training, no prep work, and only a hazy grasp of the experiment, nailed it on her first go, it was nothing short of jaw-dropping.


    Zane stared at theputer screen, utterly speechless. He took a deep breath, shoving down a flood of questions, cast a frosty nce at Meg, and then fixed his icy gaze on his student: "So, does my student still owe anyone an apology?"


    Meg''s eyes were glued to the screen, her fingers clenched so hard her nails dug into her skin, yet she felt no pain. A 100% match... How could it be perfect on the first try? It defied all logic!


    She was a mess inside. Faced with Zane''s challenge, she had nothing to counter with the data was indisputable. But believing someone could achieve such a wless result on their first attempt? That was a tough pill to swallow. It wasn''t arrogance but the collective wisdom from countless researchers.


    There was only one usible exnation: Mirabe must have secretly studied her experiment. Meg''s eyes narrowed. She recalled Zane sharing his experimental hypothesis with Mirabe in their first session. At the time, she thought it was idiotic to hand over such valuable info to a rookie.


    Now, piecing it all together, it made perfect sense. No wonder Mirabe was so unruffled when asked to run the experiment. It was all a calcted move to humiliate her.


    Realizing this, Meg''s anger red. Ignoring Zane, she turned to Mirabe with a sneer, "Quite the feat, doing all that secret homework to shine, huh?"


    Mirabe shot her a sideways nce, amused, "Is this your way of showing what it means to be truly outssed?"


    Meg chuckled coldly, unfazed, "Studying my n is useless. My paper''s already with my professor." Trantion: no way you''re stealing my thunder.


    Mirabe arched a brow, "What part of your experiment holds research value? Gic mutation variations? Transposable elements'' rbination mechanisms? Or maybe the basic principles and applications of gene mutation?"


    "Why should I tell you my research focus?" Meg retorted with a smirk.


    Mirabe shrugged, "Fair point. If you can''t grasp the rbination of transposable elements, the value of decoding gic codes would be even more baffling to you."


    "Heh, what are you bragging about?" Meg scoffed, thinking Mirabe was just dropping jargon to look smart.


    "Do you know why your 3D model can simte sessfully, but your big dataparison fails?" Mirabe''s voice was cool and detached, her hands sped behind her back, exuding a casual yet confident vibe.


    Meg pursed her lips, staring at Mirabe.