Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Stoddard had the same reservations, so he didn't step forward to defend Roseanne.

Liz, with an air of superiority, sneered, "You know, self-awareness is a virtue. How can a biology major even dream of critiquing the physics team's data? It's laughable."

Just then, Sammy, who had been glued to his computer screen typing away furiously, suddenly shot up with excitement, "I just recalculated everything, and Roseanne was right!" Liz's voice cut off abruptly, as if someone had suddenly grabbed her by the throat.

Jen and Stoddard exchanged puzzled looks.

Sammy clarified, "It's not 50 and 71, but 50.2 and 70.88! This slight deviation threw off all the numbers after the seventh node."

That's the thing about research; a small mistake can lead to a huge misstep.

Stoddard immediately leaned over the screen, carefully rechecking the figures with the corrected values of 50.2 and 70.88. Sure enough, all subsequent numbers aligned perfectly!

His eyes lit up with realization. "That's it; the problem was in the seventh node!"

Jen double-checked the calculations and found them to be accurate. Suddenly, the way she looked at Roseanne changed. Her expression was a mix of surprise, amazement, disbelief, and a touch of guilt. She hadn't stood up for Roseanne earlier...

three days. If it weren't for your timely discovery, we'd still be wasting who

if it hadn't been me, with Mr. Stoddard's quick calculations, it would've been discovered soon

nuanced and thoughtful nature of Jen and

her, they would've eventually

further, filled with a complex mix

nearly half a month, and despite their outward behavior,

only completed her undergraduate

yet

graduate program, Roseanne's capabilities were presumed to be

undergraduate level.

after all, is

benefit

superiority came from their work, their abilities, and though they were willing to engage with Roseanne, there was a gap in what they could discuss. Because she might not understand, making any

simply didn't