Sandy looked puzzled. That was such a… humblebrag! Truly a humblebrag!"Silas hadn't expected dinner to come with such a big surprise. "So, you're the student that Dr. Young always talks about—the one she 'always regretted' losing! I can't believe it… So, who's your graduate advisor this year?"Mira
What… What was that about?That familiar tone and movement between them suggested they had traveled together countless times. It even hinted at the possibility that they were living together…Sandy watched as the car disappeared from view, then slowly turned her gaze back and pinched Bryan's hand. "
When Sandy heard it was a technical question, she didn't hold back. After quickly grasping Miranda's experimental steps, she promptly offered some adjustment suggestions.When Elizabeth arrived and saw how focused Miranda was, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She was just an undergrad—what could
"Miranda Sutton! Do you even know how many times I called you? You didn't pick up a single one of them!"It's been so long—if I hadn't called, were you planning to never reach out to me again in your life?"Winter was genuinely angry. Her words were coming out in a rapid-fire burst.Miranda scrolled
"Take a look, did I calculate this correctly?" Elizabeth asked.Sandy reviewed the data carefully and nodded. "It seems fine now."Yet Silas, with his seasoned experience, spotted the discrepancy right away. "These two values still don't match.""In the seventh row, both values are incorrect. It's n
Meanwhile, Silas shared the same thoughts. Therefore, he didn't step in to defend Miranda.Elizabeth continued, "It's important to have self-awareness, you know? A bioinformatics student trying to critique the physics group's experimental data. It's laughable."Just then, Bryan, who had been sitting
It was like… Telling a chef how to cook. No one would believe the instructions!Miranda looked at the stunned Elizabeth and calmly said, "Thank you for your guidance earlier. I understand that research work requires rigor, truthfulness, and practicality—these are the basic qualities of a researcher.
Hansel's face was full of barely contained irritation and impatience. He glanced at the time—it was only 9:00 pm. Yet, there were already four missed calls from home.Three of them were from his mom, and the last one was from Ingrid. She must have known he wouldn't pick up, so she only called once a