The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 900

Mirabella raised an eyebrow, glad he wasn't at school—perfect timing for her visit. Clearing her throat, she said, “It's nothing major, just some coursework he assigned earlier. I finished it and thought I'd drop it off since I was passing by.”

Robert knew Dr. Elliot had given Mirabella a coursework plan. “You can give it to me, and I'll pass it on to Dr. Elliot for you,” he offered.

“Thanks, Mr. Robert,” Mirabella replied, pulling a book from her backpack and handing over some pages filled with equations.

As Robert took the papers, he glanced at her book. The title 'Biocomputing' on the cover made his heart ache.

Such a physics prodigy!

Sighing, Robert gestured for Mirabella to sit and began examining the equations.

He assumed they were freshman-level problems, but after a brief look, he was astonished. “...Dr. Elliot asked you to solve this?”

Seeing his surprise, Mirabella paused before nodding. “Is there a problem with it?”

Robert's cheek twitched. “Not exactly a problem...”

Better look at the solutions first, he thought. Coughing, he focused on the papers again.

It took him ten minutes to get through the three pages. When he finished, it took a moment to gather his thoughts. “How long did you spend on this mechanics principle proof equation?” he asked.

Physics, being tough and covering a broad range, requires a solid math foundation. It's common for both students and teachers to spend days or weeks solving such problems.

Mirabella, putting her book back in her backpack, replied casually, “Just skipped two classes this morning to write it.”

Ignoring her, he walked to his desk, pulled out a sealed envelope, and turned back to her.

Seeing what he held, Mirabella had a bad feeling. She quickly stood and coughed, “Professor, if that's all, I should get going.”

She felt if she didn't leave now, she might not get another chance.

Just as Robert was about to open the envelope, he paused. “Wait.”

Mirabella's cheeks twitched, feeling a sense of dread. “...Professor, I'm just a freshman. I'm not qualified for this.”

The contents of the sealed envelope were undoubtedly important, even without looking inside.