The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella)

Elliot made room for Mirabella, "There are thousands of variable operation steps inside, it might get quite complex. But take a look first, and if you find any issues, discuss them with the professor."

"Alright," Mirabella responded.

Elliot had other matters to attend to. After speaking, he opened the glass door of the small office inside and walked in.

He wasn't worried at all about the data on the computer being stolen or leaked.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow and pulled over a chair to sit down.

She began to flip through the operation steps in the simulator.

Indeed, there were many steps. If one were to examine them one by one with the naked eye, it would take days, if not weeks, to check everything without rest.

Mirabella massaged her temples, then quickly switched to the program command panel and spent about fifteen minutes writing a small script.

As soon as the script was ready, she hit run.

Instantly, the thousands of variable operation steps in the simulator began to change and jump continuously.

Mirabella didn't bother with it further, simply crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

Blaze looked up to see his junior sister sitting in the chair, doing nothing but staring at the screen, seemingly clueless.

He knew what the professor had asked her to look at and thought maybe the professor was being a bit harsh on his junior sister. Still, with that thought, he rolled his chair directly to Mirabella's side.

"Junior sister, this method of variable transformation is indeed profound, but as long as we find the pattern..."

Blaze stopped mid-sentence when he saw the rapidly moving data on the computer screen.

The lab fell into silence for a moment.

Patrick, who had been looking down at his notebook, also looked up at Blaze and Mirabella, puzzled.

A few minutes later, the progress bar of the small script on the computer completed.

Mirabella copied and marked a dozen or so problematic data points identified by the script, then looked

up, "Senior brother, what were

you

saying about finding a pattern?"

Blaze snapped back from his shock, realizing there was no pattern to look for.

His junior sister had resolved the issue with a simple software script!

No need for finding any pattern at all!

Blaze forced a smile and shook his head at Mirabella, "Nothing... pretend I didn't say anything just now."

Mirabella gave him a curious glance.

Blaze coughed, trying to cover up his lack of knowledge, "You know how to program, junior sister?"

"Just a little," Mirabella modestly replied, fearing another encounter like with Professor Robert.

Blaze felt his junior sister was being too modest and gave her a knowing look.

Mirabella was puzzled.

Blaze then turned his attention back to the computer, "These red marks are the problematic areas, right?"

Mirabella nodded, "If all goes well, yes."

Blaze took the mouse, clicked on

one of the red marks, and after checking, indeed found some minor issues in the operation data that would be hard to notice without a

close look.

He clicked on a few more spots, each with more or less problematic areas.

The more Blaže saw, the more impressed he became, and he

couldn't help but say, "We've tnoveldrama

looking for these variable

transformation data issues for a good half month in our lab. I didn't expect you, junior sister, to solve this big problem for us so quickly."

His professor indeed had a sharp eye; each student he picked was more capable

than the last.

Hearing this, Patrick, who had been sitting on the sidelines, also stood up and walked over to take a look.