The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1622

Robert couldn't help but smirk. "Is this really about swimming skills?"

He shot an exasperated glance at Mirabella. "Haven't you heard the saying 'it's the good swimmers who drown'?"

Mirabella gave Robert a complicated look. "Professor, I didn't expect this from you."

Wishing she'd drown, seriously?

"Judging by your mood to banter, you must be ready for tomorrow's conference," Robert remarked, casting a sidelong glance at Mirabella.

Mirabella instantly pressed her fingers to her temples. "Professor, I can't. I'm dizzy. You haven't been in that water—it's like the Arctic out there. I'm sure I'm catching a cold."

Robert: "..."

Nearby, Blaze and the others were cracking up at Mira's theatrics.

Ignoring Mirabella's dramatics, Robert stood up. "Tomorrow morning at eight-thirty, meet in the hotel lobby."

With that, he headed for the door. Kids these days seemed so diligent on the surface, but it was all just a facade!

**

The next day.

Mirabella and her group met up with the math department outside the hotel.

Compared to the lively physics department, the math folks, including their professor, looked like they'd pulled an all-nighter, with matching dark circles under their eyes.

Anyone would think they'd spent the night clubbing.

"Did you redo your presentation?" Robert asked, staring unblinkingly at the math professor's panda-like eyes.

The math professor, feeling a chill run down his spine, replied, "Of course! Our student team is the best!"

Robert gave a dismissive chuckle.