When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0918

Someone chuckled and said, “Not surprising! It’s not surprising at all.”

“You’ve been chatting away, Dr. Young,” another chimed in. “Don’t just stand there. Take a seat. Miranda, you too…”

It was Miranda’s first time attending a private academic gathering, and she was surprised to see that these typically serious professors, scholars, and experts were just like ordinary people.

Among friends, they made light jokes, sometimes spoke out of turn, raised their voices when excited, and laughed heartily when happy

During the meal, Christine, who rarely initiated anything, raised her glass. Everyone knew she was doing it to support Miranda. Miranda understood this, so she responded by drinking a few glasses in return.

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became lively.

An older professor, Julian Gardner, started a conversation with Miranda. They discussed their field, moved on to personal goals, and then touched on research papers and experiments. As their conversation deepened, his admiration and surprise became more noticeable.

He laughed and said, “Young people’s minds are just wired differently, huh? Of course, the new generation’s brains are sharper. None of my students think like that. Some people really are on another level.”

over at Christine. “By the way, Dr. Young, where did you find this student? How come all the good ones seem to end up with you?” He joked about whether she was leaving any good students for the rest of

briefly before replying, “Maybe… because I have a good eye? I saw her potential right away. What can I say? I can’t help it if I’m good

pout. “I’m not trying to steal your student. Who’s saying my

complained about their aging eyes and took the tea I’d been hiding for two years?” Another professor nearby

Weren’t we talking about how impressive her student is? Why

wandered, Miranda listened with a smile. She was about to take another drink when Paul quickly

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Chapter 0918

the thought that counts–they won’t

For a moment, her gaze lingered on him with

gaming, so he didn’t understand “hard control” until Miranda nodded lightly. “Okay.” Under

dinner ended, it was already 9:00 pm. The night was dark, and the city lights were shining brightly. No one was drunk, and

a single shirt button had been undone. Even though there was a