Chapter 265


    Vincent didn’t write anymore. He gathered the papers from his desk with a sigh, finally admitting defeat


    with a voice tinged with resignation. “You’re really good, you know.”


    He had once thought he could beat her, only to find she was ying in an entirely different league. A


    wry smile flickered across Vincent’s lips. No wonder she never seemed to take his challenges seriously.


    That was the difference.


    Mirabe cleared her throat. “You know, you’re actually quite amazing.”


    Hearing her. Vincent just nced at her and said. “You’re mistaken if you think I’m looking forfort.


    I’m just stating the facts.”


    Mirabe took a sip of her soup. Her voice was muffled. “Yes, I am better than you. Does that sound


    less likefort to you?” She had pegged him as a typical straight–shooter from the


    start.


    Vincent pursed his lips, saying nothing, observing Mirabe quietly for a while before he finally spoke


    up. “Even though I admit you’re better, I’m not giving up on the idea of surpassing you.”


    Mirabe nodded, offering encouragement, “Keep at it!”


    After finishing her soup, Mirabe wiped her mouth with a napkin and nced at the papers on the


    table, asking. “Still haven’t cracked it?”


    Vincent didn’t respond.


    Mirabe nodded knowingly, picked up the paper, and immediately spotted the error in the equations at


    a nce. Taking up the pen, she said, “Your approach using the Navier–Stokes equations isn’t wrong,


    but it unnecessarilyplicates things. This step here is superfluous…”


    Five minutester, Mirabe put down her pen and slid her corrected equations across the table to


    Vincent. The errors she had pinpointed echoed in Vincent’s ears, and as his eyes settled on the paper,


    the equations seemed toe to life, suddenly rifying in his mind. A problem that had seemed


    insurmountable was now simple, thanks to her insight.


    By the time Vincent looked up. Mirabe had already left her seat. He picked up the paper with the


    equations, his previous frustration from a fruitless night of study washed away. Sometimes, all it takes


    is one piece of the puzzle to see the whole picture.


    Mirabe was more than just strong.


    Nine o’clock sharp.


    The twenty–three students who had advanced to the national finals from across the country


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    were already seated in the examination hall. All the advancing students were gathered in the same


    room, and this time Mirabe was seated in the front row. Her position was a testament to her top score


    from the day before. Her solitary figure in the front row seemed to already be ensconced on the


    champion’s throne, eliciting awe from all her peers.


    This was a real–life demonstration of overwhelming strength.


    Soon, the proctor walked in with the examinations, distributed them, and signaled the start.


    Three hours on the clock.


    The finals were bound to be a step up in difficulty from the prelims, mirroring the challenges of the


    previous year’s internationalpetitions. Even Mirabe looked serious when she received her paper,


    indicating the difficulty of the challenge ahead.


    During those three hours, the only sound in the examination hall was the rustling of papers as pencils


    flew across them.


    Unlike the day before, Mirabe didn’t turn in her paper early.