The Double ( or More ?) Life of The Fake Heiress

Chapter 876

People who choose bioinformatics as their major are quite rare. A lot of the courses are taught by teaching assistants who are still working on their PhDs within the department. The highest rank among them is an assistant lab technician, which barely even scratches the surface of the broader biological sciences department.

An assistant lab technician might have observed some lab classes alongside professors from other majors, and they could handle teaching freshmen and sophomores. But they're far from being qualified to set up and lead research projects. So, it's no wonder they're often looked down upon by other sub- departments.

Turning a niche major into a popular one is definitely a tough job.

After grabbing lunch at the cafeteria, Mirabella headed straight to the school library. Just as she reached the entrance, she bumped into Zane, who was also there for some research.

Zane was the teacher who had kindly offered to help her transfer to a more popular major when she first joined this field. He oversaw much of the bioinformatics department's affairs and was one of the most senior members.

He had a strong impression of Mirabella-both for her striking looks and for being the top humanities student of the year who, surprisingly, ended up in his niche field.

"Mirabella," Zane greeted her, sounding a bit surprised. "You're heading to the library too?"

Mirabella looked at Zane and gave a polite nod. "Hello, Professor."

smiled as they walked into the library together. "You had classes this morning, right? How are you adjusting?"

walking beside him, replied

reached the librarian's desk. He greeted the librarian, who was engrossed in a book but looked up upon

those books I asked you about-none of them have been checked out, right?" Zane asked with a

librarian raised an eyebrow, half-joking, "With the kind of niche materials you're looking for, it could be ages

used to such remarks, kept his smile without

their conversation, registered her name and

eyes then fell on Mirabella, a flicker of recognition passing through. He quickly remembered her from

school when she had come to the library

to Zane, saying she'd go ahead to the

librarian glanced at the logbook and then looked back at Zane. "That girl is a freshman in your

from Mirabella, replied lightly, "Oh,

librarian smirked. "Not really, but I