Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed



"...So, did you give them your number?"

Roseanne: "Nope."

"Neither of them?"

"Nope."

Well, that clears it up. These guys were fighting over her, and she wasn't even interested.

The counselor was a fair person and concluded that this whole debacle had nothing to do with Roseanne. It was just a case of some students not acting their best.

"It's alright, you can go now."

After that, Roseanne started avoiding the cafeteria at noon, either ordering delivery or asking her friend, Mamie, to pack lunch for her. Peace, at last.

But the incident became a hot topic among the students at Elite Business University.

However, it didn't concern Roseanne.

She just shut her door, buried herself in her experiments, crunched data, and wrote papers.

Nothing else mattered-whether it was praise or criticism, she paid no heed.

...

The annual Scientists' Recognition Gala took place at the grand Lumina City Hall.

Owen Reynolds alone scooped up two prestigious awards, drawing attention from all corners.

The room was filled with key figures from various industries, yet even among these giants, there were levels of distinction, and Owen Reynolds was certainly at the pinnacle.

"Congratulations, Owen. This makes it three years in a row, right?"

"Professor Farrell, you're too kind. You yourself won for five consecutive years. That's a record still unbeaten. My achievements are modest in comparison."

"Ha, Owen, you're always so humble!"

The awards and titles Owen had received couldn't hold a candle to Farrell's, but hearing such gracious words made it all the more palatable.

"The new wave pushes the old, and it's the young people's world now. Us old bones can only hope to give thema nudge in the right direction, complete our duty."

"It's always the seasoned ones who pack the punch, isn't it?"

"Ha, I can't compete with that wit, not at all," Farrell said, waving his hands dismissively.

"But," he shifted the topic, "speaking of the new wave, that girl you recommended from Kingswell University... what was her name? Su... something..."

"Roseanne." He straightened up instinctively as he corrected him.

"Yes, yes, that girl. Her academic capabilities are indeed impressive. Once I heard she was under Madeleine's tutelage, it all made sense." "How do you know about her capabilities?"

"I happened to visit the lab to pick up some equipment, and she was there, orchestrating an experiment with her team. Her thought process was clear, her approach systematic, and she had considered every detail, each step accompanied by method of verification. I've never seen such meticulousness and rigor in a student before."

"You mentioned... she's just a first-year?"

"Yes," Owen nodded.

"That's even more remarkable. She's outshining my second and third-year students!"noveldrama

A proud smile briefly flickered across Owen Reynolds' face, unnoticed even by himself.

"She's always been like that."

"But,” Farrell's tone shifted, "talents like hers need to be nurtured carefully, make sure they don't get led astray."

Owen raised an eyebrow: "Sounds like you're hinting at something?"

"Ah," Professor Farrell sighed, "haven't you heard?"

Owen Reynolds: "I'm all ears."

"Well, it seems there was a bit of a situation. The department counselor reported that Miss Cole has been repeatedly approached by male students in the cafeteria, with two undergrads even coming to blows over her..."