Roseanne arched an eyebrow, teasing, "So sure I''ll make it? What if I don''t?"


    Even she wasn''t too confident herself.


    Owen Reynolds'' deep eyes twinkled with amusement, "You said it yourself, ''what if'' is just a possibility. I tend to believe in the likelihood of positive oues." Roseanne''s lips curved into a smile, "Well, here''s hoping your good luck rubs off on me."


    ...


    The final round of interviews at Kingswell University was scheduled for early March.


    Roseanne picked out a formal outfit, pairing it with low-heeled ck leather shoes.


    Her attire was standard, nothing shy, but definitely error-free.


    Before heading out, she pondered for a moment and then casually tied an orange and green scarf around her neck.


    Her otherwise muted ensemble instantly had a pop of memorability.


    The night before had seen a downpour, leaving the ground damp and the air carrying a sticky heaviness.


    It felt as though the whole world was wrapped in stic.


    Roseanne watched as people entered and exited the waiting room, some sighing heavily, others visibly tense. Yet, she remained rtively calm.


    "Hey, you don''t seem nervous?" the young woman sitting behind her poked her shoulder and whispered. Roseanne replied, "Not really. I''m not panicking."


    She dislikedst-minute cramming and had prepared for this day far too long.


    At that moment, she wasn''t scared, just pumped with an adrenaline rush akin to going into battle.


    "Number 45, Roseanne-"


    "Here."


    She stood up, straightened the wrinkles on her clothes, and was led to the interview room.


    Upon entering, Roseanne was taken aback.


    There, among the panel of interviewers, sat Owen Reynolds!


    He was d in a grey suit today, his usual gold-rimmed sses perched on his nose, a slight frown adding ayer of sternness and aloofness not usually present. However, the next moment, he looked up, his gaze softly sweeping across Roseanne''s face.


    In that instant, she felt her nerves settle.


    Then the formal interview began.


    The panel started with a few


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    Roseanne managed to answer quitefortably thanks to her


    preparation.


    Seeing her responses were well-informed, the interviewers deliberately threw in some off-field questions.


    Roseanne handled them with grace.


    "Mr. Reynolds, it''s your turn."


    "Alright." Owen looked up, a sharp glint in his eye, "You''re applying for bioinformatics, a multidisciplinary field that requires aprehensive skill set across biology, mathematics, andputer science. This includes not just biology but physics, chemistry, andputing. You''re aware of this, right?"


    "Yes," Roseanne nodded.


    "So, my questions won''t be limited to biology. They might rte to physics, chemistry, and might even require you to perform calctions on the spot. Are you up for the challenge?"


    Roseanne nodded, "I''ll give it my best shot."


    "Exin the physics of quasi-crystals with data support."


    At this moment, Owen was the epitome of academic rigor.


    Roseanne delved into thought-


    Exining the physics of quasi-crystals with data support.


    No context, no parameters, this was far from a straightforward biology question!


    At first nce, it seemed more like a prompt for a science essay.


    Not only was Roseanne stumped, but the other interviewers were also exchanging puzzled looks-


    "Is this rted to biology?"