Elliot made room for Mirabe, "There are thousands of variable operation steps inside, it might get quiteplex. But take a look first, and if you find any issues, discuss them with the professor."


    "Alright," Mirabe responded.


    Elliot had other matters to attend to. After speaking, he opened the ss door of the small office inside and walked in.


    He wasn''t worried at all about the data on theputer being stolen or leaked.


    Mirabe raised an eyebrow and pulled over a chair to sit down.


    She began to flip through the operation steps in the simtor.


    Indeed, there were many steps. If one were to examine them one by one with the naked eye, it would take days, if not weeks, to check everything without rest.


    Mirabe massaged her temples, then quickly switched to the programmand panel and spent about fifteen minutes writing a small script.


    As soon as the script was ready, she hit run.


    Instantly, the thousands of variable operation steps in the simtor began to change and jump continuously.


    Mirabe didn''t bother with it further, simply crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.


    ze looked up to see his junior sister sitting in the chair, doing nothing but staring at the screen, seemingly clueless.


    He knew what the professor had asked her to look at and thought maybe the professor was being a bit harsh on his junior sister. Still, with that thought, he rolled his chair directly to Mirabe''s side.


    "Junior sister, this method of variable transformation is indeed profound, but as long as we find the pattern..."


    ze stopped mid-sentence when he saw the rapidly moving data on theputer screen.


    Theb fell into silence for a moment.


    Patrick, who had been looking down at his notebook, also looked up at ze and Mirabe, puzzled.


    A few minutester, the progress bar of the small script on theputerpleted.


    Mirabe copied and marked a dozen or so problematic data points identified by the script, then looked


    up, "Senior brother, what were


    you


    saying about finding a pattern?"


    ze snapped back from his shock, realizing there was no pattern to look for.


    His junior sister had resolved the issue with a simple software script!


    No need for finding any pattern at all!


    ze forced a smile and shook his head at Mirabe, "Nothing... pretend I didn''t say anything just now."


    Mirabe gave him a curious nce.


    ze coughed, trying to cover up hisck of knowledge, "You know how to program, junior sister?"


    "Just a little," Mirabe modestly replied, fearing another encounter like with Professor Robert.


    ze felt his junior sister was being too modest and gave her a knowing look.


    Mirabe was puzzled.


    ze then turned his attention back to theputer, "These red marks are the problematic areas, right?"


    Mirabe nodded, "If all goes well, yes."


    ze took the mouse, clicked on


    one of the red marks, and after checking, indeed found some minor issues in the operation data that would be hard to notice without a


    close look.


    He clicked on a few more spots, each with more or less problematic areas.


    The more ?e saw, the more impressed he became, and he


    couldn''t help but say, "We''ve t


    looking for these variable


    transformation data issues for a good half month in ourb. I didn''t expect you, junior sister, to solve this big problem for us so quickly."


    His professor indeed had a sharp eye; each student he picked was more capable


    than thest.


    Hearing this, Patrick, who had been sitting on the sidelines, also stood up and walked over to take a look.