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?

funding got cut again this year… Ah, I’ve been through those lean times before. I used to envy you

has turned in my favor now!” Sophie

ago, the research funding was less than a tenth of what it is now, but the output from the entire Faculty of Bioinformatics was double what it

her tone. “Some people directly impact the academic environment, leading to high expenditures

rate, whether your research team can continue to exist is something

should know better than I do how crucial it is to have a talented, hardworking student willing to commit to academia.

do you know

talk won’t help.” Sophie sighed

of pity in her eyes. Though her own research hadn’t made significant progress in recent years,

to bring someone down, it would first

some people

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weather gradually warmed

the graduate program, she didn’t relax. Her routine remained steadfast, the library, home, and the market–these

biggest hobby was cooking herself a good meal. Occasionally, she would

they did cross paths were when Paul came home to grab a change of clothes, or when the lab’s rest area was occupied, and

passed day by day. Miranda’s life

her, she didn’t have to prepare his meals, manage every aspect of his life, or absorb his negative emotions. Not to mention, get caught in a cycle of

Video calls with her parents, who