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?

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

now!” Sophie smiled slightly. “But that

is now, but the output from the entire Faculty of Bioinformatics was double what it is

“Some people directly impact the academic environment, leading

darkened. “Keep making excuses all you want. At this rate, whether your research team can continue to exist is something you should

teacher, you should know better than I do how crucial it is to have a talented, hardworking student willing to commit to academia. They’re the ones who

countered, “How do

talk won’t help.” Sophie sighed softly. “You should retire early, better

a hint of pity in her eyes. Though her own research hadn’t

someone down,

some people never

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weather

Miranda had successfully secured her spot in the graduate program, she didn’t relax. Her routine remained steadfast, the library, home, and the market–these

meal. Occasionally, she would run into Paul and invite him to share her

opportunities were rare since he was so busy as he was 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, and he had no choice but to

passed day by day. Miranda’s life was monotonous yet

her, she didn’t have to prepare his meals, manage every aspect of

her current life. Video calls with her parents, who lived in