Mirabe kept her cool, her hand resting on the book as she said, "Even though science is divided into specialties, there''s a lot of ovep, so it''s good to explore broadly."


    Lisa, sitting next to her, heard thement and gave her a knowing nce. If she hadn''t already known Mirabe was nning to double major, she might have been convinced by her words.


    Taylor looked at Mirabe, suddenly smiled, and said, "You''re right. I was being too narrow-minded."


    Mirabe didn''t add anything else, and Taylor soon moved on without giving it much thought.


    After Taylor left, Lisa leaned over Mirabe''s book and remarked, "Your physics books are getting more and moreplex."


    She used to understand some of it, but now... not a thing.


    With a sigh, Lisa joked, "Is this what separates a genius from a dunce?"


    Mirabe just gave her a reassuring pat on the head.


    Lisa let out a long sigh as Mirabe shook her head and looked away, just as her phone buzzed in her pocket.


    She pulled it out to find a message on Messenger.


    David: "There''s an association assessment tomorrow. You''re really noting, Mirabe?"


    This wasn''t the first time David mentioned the assessment. Mirabe quickly typed back, "I have school exams these days, so I really don''t have the time."


    Even if she did, she wasn''t interested.


    David: "It''s once a year, and if you miss it, you''ll have to wait until next year!" Mirabe''s cheeks twitched in annoyance, "Missing school exams isn''t just about waiting another year."


    Seeing her reply, David sighed and had his assistant type for him, "That''s really bad timing."


    Mirabe simply replied with a ''Hmm.''


    Meanwhile, the assistant turned to David, saying, "The vice president probably is genuinely busy. Missing college exams could mean zero credits, which might affect graduation."


    David nodded, waving it off, and took a sip of his coffee. Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Oh, ask Mirabe if Devon has been looking for her?"


    The assistant nodded.


    David settled back in his chair, fingers absentmindedly tracing his coffee cup, "And what''s Devon been up totely?"


    "He''s been at the pharmacy concocting potions. I heard he even blew up a furnace this month," the assistant shared.


    Blowing up a furnace was pretty normal for pharmacists, especially beginners. David mused, "Is he working on a new potion?"


    The assistant shrugged, "I didn''t check on that."


    Just then, David''s phone vibrated. The assistant checked it and handed it over.


    It was a screenshot from Mirabe, showing a recent conversation with Devon after they had be friends.


    David saw his apprentice''s cocky reply, "Thanks, but I don''t need help," and rubbed his forehead in exasperation, "I went out of my way to introduce him to an expert, and he still refused. No wonder he blew up the furnace."


    Typical Devon.


    The assistant cleared his throat, "Devon takes a lot of pride in his work. Maybe he wants to seed on his own."


    David shook his head with a smallugh, "He''ll regret it soon enough."


    The assistant quietly observed David, having seen him praise Devon more than a few times before.