The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 809

Dean Calvin was in charge of the new student files, sitting at his desk with a serious look on his face, eyes glued to his computer screen, seemingly too engrossed to notice anyone entering the room.

Next to him, another faculty member was busy organizing the freshmen files. When he lifted his head and saw Mirabella walk in, he momentarily froze, taken aback by her striking beauty.

"Wow, a girl this stunning should be in the drama department," he thought, but quickly dismissed the idea and refocused on his work.

"Please hand me your admission letter first," he said, still busy with his task, "then place your personal information in the column on the right. The form on the left is the registration form. Fill it out and hand it back to me."

Mirabella nodded politely, handed over her admission letter, placed her personal information down, and picked up the registration form to fill it out.

When the teacher opened the admission letter and saw Mirabella's name, he was momentarily stunned. "Mirabella, isn't she this year's top scorer in the humanities?"

He looked up skeptically at Mirabella, who was now bent over her form. It was hard to believe she was the humanities top scorer.

After pondering for a moment, the teacher took the admission letter to Dean Calvin's desk. "Mr. Calvin, did our department specially admit a humanities student this year?"

In recent years, their department had rarely admitted humanities students due to past experiences where such students hadn’t made much of an impact.

Hearing the question, Calvin paused his typing, glanced at the admission letter, and without much change in expression or a glance at Mirabella, simply said, “I sent that admission letter. Didn’t I mention it to you?”

“Class divisions will be on September 1st and 2nd, and there will be an introduction to our department’s history. Starting from the 3rd, the school will arrange for all freshmen to undergo mandatory military training unless you have a serious health condition.”

Knowing Mirabella was this year's humanities top scorer, the teacher spoke quite politely.

Mirabella nodded to indicate she understood.

At that moment, three upperclassmen walked into the office, two sophomores from the department.

Leading the group was Meg. Since Mirabella had her back to the door, Meg didn’t catch a glimpse of her face. However, her attention wasn’t on the new student but focused on making her way to Dean Calvin. “Dean, I’ve already taken care of the arrangements for welcoming the new students.”