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

Mirabella stood beside him for a minute without saying a word.

Nick noticed she was still there and looked up. Seeing her eyes fixed on his laptop screen, he paused and asked, "You into coding and small programs too?"

He had noticed before that she had some programming software on her computer, which made him curious.

"Just dabbling here and there," Mirabella replied, thinking for a moment before adding, "I actually majored in computational biology. It's not exactly the same as computer science, but pretty close."

Nick nodded, "Yeah, the core concepts aren't that different; it's just the applications that vary."

"True." Mirabella's eyes lowered slightly, then she asked casually, "What's this program for?"

"I found this interesting topic on an online forum, so I downloaded it to check it out," Nick explained.

"But the initial code is a bit of a headache," Nick added, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Mirabella seemed deep in thought, not diving too much into the topic of data cores. She simply mentioned, "We use virtual functions in computational biology too, but they have a drawback-high error rates in overriding libraries. Maybe switching to something like modular decomposition would work better."

"Modular decomposition?"

Nick's eyes narrowed, as if visualizing numbers dancing in front of him. After a moment of stunned silence, enlightenment flashed across his face, and he quickly deleted a big chunk of code he had just written and started anew.

Mirabella raised an eyebrow but didn't disturb him further and quietly left.

Once Nick finished the program and confirmed it worked perfectly, a look of joy spread across his face. When he looked up again, his sister was nowhere to be seen.

Nick sat quietly for a while, then smiled, turned to his computer, opened a software, found the reply section of the forum, and sent the newly written program to a forum buddy.

***

After returning to her room and taking a shower, Mirabella felt much more awake. She walked over to her desk, pulled out a chair, and turned on her computer. Logging into her chat application in invisible mode, she saw that, as usual, no one had messaged her. After browsing through a group chat and finding nothing new, she closed the chat window with a slight pout.

Thinking about genetic programming for artificial life, she planned to review some materials, only to remember she had left her backpack in James's car.

Leaning back in her chair, she pressed her fingers to her temples. Her pajama neckline revealed her delicate collarbone, her skin glowing with a cool, translucent whiteness. After sitting quietly for a few minutes, she picked up her phone from the desk.

Just as she was about to open Messenger, a chat window suddenly popped up on her computer. Her fingers paused, and she glanced at the screen.

The nickname on the chat window was J.

J: "Dad, you finally came online."

Mirabella: "

This sudden change from being called by a schoolkid to "dad" was indeed a bit jarring.

Mirabella glanced at the icon status in the bottom right corner of her computer, raised an eyebrow, and typed back: "Looks like you've made some progress, even spying on dad going online incognito."

The man on the other end of the chat winced; this wasn't a compliment, it was a jab.noveldrama

For a hacker, not knowing whether someone was online or not was an insult to intelligence.

He coughed, choosing to skip over that remark, and replied with an unusually friendly tone: "Dad, what have you been busy with lately?"