Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

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

Libby's claims were a bit exaggerated.

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 research lab. 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 glanced 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 class."

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

Meanwhile, Flora had arrived at the school gate.

parked about fifty meters to the right. Flora got in,

feel like eating today?" he

listed off several dishes excitedly. "Let's cook at my place. My dad

agreed, gently ruffling

the car

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medical research lab, a professor with graying hair and reading glasses, donned in a white lab coat, was guiding a group of young researchers through an experiment. A young man in a lab coat knocked and

school has sent over this year's list of lab

it there," Dr.

the list on the

told you. Conduct the experiment again on your own and submit a

Dr. Ray," the group responded, nodding

from his thermos, and glanced

last entry made him pause. A freshman? Dr. Ray doubted his