"Your approach was off from the start. The molecr rbination steps were all wrong. You can''t mix the gic code deciphering with the gene transposition factors in the same calctions—they just don''t mesh. Even if the 3D model looks like it works, if the gic database doesn''t match up, it''s pointless," Mirabe said coolly.


    From the first time she reviewed Meg''s experimental hypotheses, she knew that no matter how many ns were drafted, they wouldn''t pass verification.


    Meg, hearing this, felt even more sure that Mirabe was just showing off, trying to seem profound. After all, even her teacher hadn''t noticed any issue; how could she, a non-specialist student, know better than her teacher?


    Before she could speak, ab group member pulled her aside, shook their head, and then went to theputer.


    The simplest way to see if Mirabe was right or wrong was to conduct another experiment.


    Meg understood her teammate''s intention. She bit her lip, stayed silent, and let her teammate tweak their original n right there on theputer.


    It took about fifteen minutes to generate a rough 3D model.


    The teammate exported the data chain. Not knowing how to analyze the data, they called over Zane for help with theparison.


    In less than two minutes, theparison results were out: ny-two percent.


    Although it wasn''t a perfect score, considering that this was a hastily revised n, achieving this value indicated that Mirabe''s approach was correct.


    Moreover, this was even better than the n revised by senior Taylor.


    In an instant, the way Meg''s teammates looked at Mirabe changed.


    And Meg''s reaction to seeing this data was even harder to ept than if it had been a hundred percent.


    She had been telling herself that Mirabe was just bragging without any factual basis.


    But now... this ny-two percent was like a huge joke, mocking her mercilessly. Zane nced at Meg, a slight smirk on his lips, and brought the topic back, "Miss Meg, now that the facts are clear, do you still think my student owes you an apology?"


    Meg''s face turned red instantly, wishing she could just disappear.


    There was a moment of awkward tension in theb. Seeing this, Meg''s teammates quickly spoke up, "Sorry, Mr. Zane, we were just too eager with our experiment and got a bit carried away earlier. Please don''t take it to heart."


    Then, they repeatedly apologized to Mirabe on behalf of Meg, their tone and attitude sincere.


    Only Meg stood there, silent from beginning to end, both embarrassed and too proud to apologize.


    Mirabe didn''t care about Meg''s attitude; she simply asked, "Are we continuing with the experiment today?"


    After such a scene, there was no way the experiment could go on. Meg''s teammates nced at her and quickly said, "Let''s call it a day."


    "Alright," Mirabe turned to Zane, "Professor, shall we go?"


    Zane came back to his senses and nodded.


    Soon, the two of them left theb.


    On their way back to the department, Zane asionally looked at Mirabe with aplex expression, as if he had something to say but hesitated.


    Mirabe''s temple twitched; she wanted to ignore his gaze but couldn''t, so she stopped and turned around, "If you have something to say, just ask."