When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0421

“Just adjust the data to make it consistent. There’s no need to waste time on verification,” Sophie said casually.

Although Joli had anticipated something like this, hearing it out loud still gave him a shock. “That’s called academic fraud,” he said, emphasizing each word.

Sophie’s face darkened. “Joli, you’re a smart young man. I trust you know which things should and shouldn’t be said.

“As your mentor, I’m just offering a suggestion for solving the problem. What you choose to do is entirely up to you.”

Joli looked up. For the first time, his gaze was sharp and direct as he stared at Sophie. “Dr. Xander, this isn’t right.”

It just wasn’t right….

After Joli left, Sophie watched his retreating figure and sneered. It was fine if he didn’t understand it People, after all, grew up eventually.

1. DW.

He would come to realize one day that truth or falsehood didn’t matter. What mattered was how many SCI papers one published and how many academic achievements one produced.

Everyone talked about the purity of research, but Sophie found that laughable. Wherever there were people, there was competition–for resources, funding, status, titles. Which of these wasn’t tied to academic output?

the summit had the luxury to talk about “purity“, But to do that,

out her phone. “Tell

time for her to prove her

warmly. “How are you settling in, Tina? Are your seniors treating you well? No–one’s giving you a

lab.” Tina’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Does this mean I’ll finally get to work on some real experiments?” “Of course. You’re one of my students, and there’s definitely a place for you in the research group. However, we’re

know! I’ll do my best!” Tina exclaimed, her excitement hard to

a new, top–of–the–line CPRT machine, right? Unfortunately, our lab doesn’t have that kind of funding, so I’m wondering

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could… help out?

sure you get the credit for this. When prestigious projects come

as long as your grades hold

though whether those

immediately agreed. After all, one million didn’t seem

also had a brand–new

machine would cost a little over

sell off more than a dozen of her prized handbags to cover the remaining one million. Those bags had been her

Imagined flaunting the new machine in front of Christine. She wanted to make it