The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 830

**Proposal?**

Lisa leaned on the desk, her fingers brushing her chin. Was the genius she was thinking about talking about a study plan?

Entering college, her only goal was to savor the laid-back life of a student and, if luck favored her, a sweet campus romance. Academics? Not a big deal anymore; it wasn’t high school—just getting by would do.

But the moment she glanced at the plan in front of her, a wave of inexplicable shame washed over her.

She covered her face, reminding herself that the other person was a star student, worlds apart from someone like her who barely made it past the admission cut-off.

Mirabella lifted her head, her delicate brows and eyes carrying a hint of lazy indifference. She looked at Lisa, who was covering her face and shaking her head, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Lisa sighed, “Nothing.”

After a pause, she recalled the information she had gathered from chatting with senior Matthew at lunch, adding, “I just found out that our major in Information Technology is actually the least popular in the entire Biology Department.”

It seemed she was another unlucky soul forced into Information Technology.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, “Which major did you want to study?”

“Biomedical Science,” Lisa said with a bitter smile, shrugging. She hadn't expected to be assigned to a different major.

Mirabella idly tapped her fingers on the desk, asking, “Did you check the box for accepting adjustments when you registered?”

Lisa nodded, “Yeah, the counselor said each department has limited spots for new students and suggested it was best to be open to adjustments. I didn’t think much about it and just followed the advice.”

Mirabella was not very talkative and had a strong presence, cool and aloof, giving off an air of being unapproachable. Coupled with her status as this year’s top humanities scholar, she seemed to belong to a different world.

Thus, apart from Lisa, the other three girls in the department formed their own clique, not getting too familiar with each other.

“Hey, when I went to get breakfast, I heard a lot of people talking about how this year’s military training instructors are young and really good-looking.”

Lisa came back from the cafeteria, placing her breakfast on the table, and gossiped to Mirabella, who was applying sunscreen.

Mirabella turned her head, giving Lisa a sidelong glance, then continued with her sunscreen application.

Seeing that Mirabella had no reaction, Lisa pulled up a stool to sit down, continuing, “With handsome guys around, I think this year’s military training might not be so dull.”