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But Madeleine was overseas attending an academic summit and hadn''t returned yet, so Roseanne''s team was without their mentor present. And, just their luck, they were scheduled to present right after Edna''s group.
Carlson stood up, detailing the academic progress they''d made that month. The highlight was Sybil, as the lead author, publishing an article in a highly respected scientific journal.
At this point, Carlson paused, seemingly overwhelmed.
The audience was momentarily puzzled, then quickly caught on that this might be their cue to apud.
Soon, a thunderous round of apuse filled the room.
Carlson was speechless.
The university and department leaders on stage were grinning from ear to ear. Especially Babur, whose smile was so wide it was almostical. Edna straightened up in her chair, a small smile ying on her lips.
Amidst the apuse, Sybil stood up, saying, "Thank you, everyone. But the person who truly deserves my gratitude is my mentor-Ms. Edna! Her professional guidance and patience have been invaluable."
The apuse resumed, even louder this time.
Edna acknowledged the gesture with a modest nod.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
Carlson quietly took his seat.
Arkle, sitting nearby, couldn''t help but marvel, "Oh my goodness! Sybil spends her days either out exploring or just chilling, sometimes even skips sses. Yet, she managed to quietly publish in a top journal... That''s just amazing!"
Where did she even find the time to write?
Especially considering she barely set foot in theb. Does writing a paper not require experiments anymore?
"Carlson," Arkle nudged him, "didn''t you mentionst time you''d finished a paper and were about to submit it? Which journal were you thinking of sending it to?"
"Not happening."
"When will you submit it?" Arkle asked, eyes filled with envy.
He too dreamed of having his own academic achievements soon.
Imagine buying a copy of the journal and sending it home to his parents. They''d be so proud...
"I''m not submitting it."
Arkle, lost in his daydreams, took a moment to process, "...Not submitting it?! What do you mean?! Why not?!"
Carlson had spent countless hours in theb,boring over experiments and analyzing data. How could he just decide not to submit? Carlson''s expression was unreadable: "There was an issue with the direction of the experiment. All the data needs to be reevaluated." "...What?"
But it was supposedly ready for submission. Such a significant discrepancy shouldn''t have been discovered at thest minute.
Catching a glimpse of Carlson''s grim expression, Arkle felt a pit in his stomach and dared not ask further.
ter: "Alright, who''s up next? Let''s keep this moving! We don''t want to waste everyone''s time," he said, casting a snide nce toward Roseanne.
Roseanne stood, her voice calm:
"Last month, our group secured ab space, self-funded the purchase of a CPRT meter, and finalized our research topic and direction We''re making steady progress."
"... Is that it? ter sneered, "Seems pretty basic. Well, I guess if you don''t have any significant findings to report, there''s not much you can say without making stuff up."
Roseanne remained silent.
Theirck of academic results was a fact, and there was no denying it.
Mamie and Scales were seething but powerless.
Sybil gave a light chuckle and said, "ter, maybe you could try being a bit more tactful. Being so blunt can really embarrass them."
ter shrugged, "If they''re embarrassed, they can leave. I''m just stating facts."
Roseanne took a deep breath and sat down.
As the next group was about to be called, the vice-chancellor pulled out his phone, gestured for a brief pause, and turned away for a quiet conversation, "Hello, yes..."
Five minutester, when the
vice-chancellor turned back to face
the crowd, his eyes immediately found Roseanne. His expression and demeanor were electrified with excitement!