When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Christine had just received news that this year, 70% of the graduate funding at the college had been allocated to Sophie’s research team, with the remainder going to hers.

After accounting for various expenses, the portion she could actually use might be less than 20%.

Over the years, due to a lack of progress in her experiments, no new papers had been produced.

Without publications, there were no academic achievements to show. Gradually, their research funding. dwindled further. In addition, her health had declined, and none of her students were capable of taking the lead or upholding the group’s reputation.

Christine couldn’t help but let out a long sigh at the thought.

Just then, Sophie, who lived across the street, walked over with a smile.

“Dr. Young, good afternoon! Just got back from the lab? I heard your research group made some new discoveries recently. Is that true?”

Christine didn’t respond.

“Oh, I guess it’s not true, then. You seem busy running to the lab every day, but why is there no tangible output?

group’s funding got cut again this year… Ah, I’ve been through those

favor now!” Sophie smiled slightly. “But that

chin slightly and adjusted her shawl Ten years ago, the research funding was less than a tenth of what it is now, but the output from the entire Faculty of Bioinformatics

directly impact the academic environment, leading to high expenditures

excuses all you want. At this rate, whether your research team can continue to exist is something

how crucial it is to have a talented, hardworking student willing to commit to academia. They’re the ones who carry on the legacy. I have

countered, “How do you know I

help.” Sophie sighed softly. “You should retire early, better that than risking your

her own research hadn’t made significant progress in recent years, it wasn’t

sought to bring someone down,

some people

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weather gradually warmed

program, she didn’t relax. Her routine

meal. Occasionally, she would run

practically living in the lab. The few times they did cross paths were when Paul came home to grab a change of clothes, or when the lab’s rest area was occupied,

passed day by day. Miranda’s life was monotonous

no longer held her, she didn’t have to prepare his meals, manage every aspect

deeply cherished her current life. Video calls with her parents, who lived in a nearby city,