Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

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 outcomes." 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 black leather shoes.

Her attire was standard, nothing flashy, 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 plastic.

Roseanne watched as people entered and exited the waiting room, some sighing heavily, others visibly tense. Yet, she remained relatively 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 disliked last-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 clad in a grey suit today, his usual gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, a slight frown adding a layer 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

questions related to her field, which

Roseanne managed to answer quite comfortably 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 a comprehensive skill set across biology, mathematics, and computer science. This includes not just biology but physics, chemistry, and computing. You're aware of this, right?"

"Yes," Roseanne nodded.

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

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

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

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

Roseanne delved into thought-

Explaining the physics of quasi-crystals with data support.

No context, no parameters, this was far from a straightforward biology question!This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

At first glance, 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 related to biology?"