Flora often visited theputer science department, but she always made sure to go during her free time, even on thepetition weekend. She never skipped a ss, only taking leave for one or two periods if absolutely necessary.


    Libby''s ims were a bit exaggerated.Content is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Thinking about how Jules had mentioned Flora''s application was already submitted, Libby''s grip on her notebook tightened until her knuckles turned white. Summoning her courage, she continued, "I heard you''re considering Flora for a spot in the medical researchb. Usually, only Master''s and Ph.D. students are admitted. Letting a freshman in feels a bit unfair to the rest of us, don''t you think?" Jules caught onto her real motive instantly.


    Her question was just a cover; she wanted to voice her discontent.


    His demeanor turned cold and distant. He nced at the name on the book and handed it back to her. "Libby, right?"


    Libby nodded, feeling a bit anxious.


    "Instead of worrying about others, why don''t you focus on improving yourself? This question is incredibly simple, yet you came to me for help. Go back and write out the problem and its solution a hundred times. I''ll check it next ss."


    With that, Jules walked away, leaving Libby flustered and alone in the ssroom.


    Meanwhile, Flora had arrived at the school gate.


    Connor''s car was parked about fifty meters to the right. Flora got in, and Connor helped her take off her backpack.


    "What do you feel like eating today?" he asked.


    "Sweet and sour pork, garlic shrimp, and stir-fried bamboo shoots!" Flora listed off several dishes excitedly. "Let''s cook at my ce. My dad and brother are home today."


    "Sounds good," Connor agreed, gently ruffling Flora''s hair.


    Moss, perceptive as ever, started the car and headed towards the Irving family''s home.


    ...


    At the University of Maple Grove''s medical researchb, a professor with graying hair and reading sses, donned in a whiteb coat, was guiding a group of young researchers through an experiment. A young man in ab coat knocked and entered.


    "Dr. Ray, the medical school has sent over this year''s list ofb entrants."


    "Alright, just leave it there," Dr. Ray replied.


    The young man ced the list on the desk and left.


    "Remember the details I''ve told you. Conduct the experiment again on your own and submit a report by the day after tomorrow."


    "Yes, Dr. Ray," the group responded, nodding as they continued their work.


    Dr. Ray returned to his desk, took a sip from his thermos, and nced at the list. There were four new entrants.


    The first three were Master''s students, but thest entry made him pause. A freshman? Dr. Ray doubted his eyes. He set down his thermos and looked closely.


    At the bottom, in bold letters, it read:


    Flora, Female, born in ''94, Department of Medicine, Freshman.


    Since when did freshmen qualify for their prestigious medical researchb?


    Dr. Ray, frowning deeply, called back the young man who had delivered the list.


    "Are you sure there''s no mistake with this list? What''s the deal with thisst entry, Flora?"


    "A freshman in our medical researchb? That''s ludicrous."


    "There''s no mistake. Floraes highly rmended by Dr. Jules himself," Shawn replied.