NovelOnlineResurrecting the Genius Within Chapter 122 Strike 90% Isabelle said, "You're so humble, hiding your title of math genius. I'm interested in math too. Could you please explain to us how you solved this question?" Layla froze.
She felt everyone's eyes on her. Layla struggled to remain calm and said, "I'm not feeling well; I'm a bit tired. Maybe next time, sis." She called her sister, and she looked at Isabelle with pleading eyes.
Isabelle replied. "You seemed perfectly fine just now. Explaining the answer shouldn't be too tiring" "Isabelle. I'm really not feeling well. Can you cback to the dorm with me? I have something to tell you." Layla was on the verge of tears. Cold sweat covered her forehead as her mind raced.
Layla's face was genuinely pale due to Isabelle's relentless questioning. James stepped in to defend Layla and said, "Hey, she said she's not feeling well." The rumours about Isabelle hanging out with Danny, the infamous playboy, had spread like wildfire, and the whole school knew about it. This had left a bad impression on James.
Isabelle gave him a cold glance and retorted, “This has nothing to do with you." She then turned back to Layla, pressing her, "Are you tired or don't you know the answer?" James interjected, "What do you mean by that?" Everyone in the lab sensed something was off. They looked at Layla, her pale face now full of guilt and panic, which only fueled their suspicions.
Ignoring James, Isabelle threw her notebook onto the table. She picked up a pen and crossed out the n'Layla Jenkins on the front page.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThen she wrote her own name, 'Isabelle Jenkins.
She used a black marker and wrote her nin large letters.
Her nfilled the entire page.
dinb Layla's breathing becincreasingly rapid as her mental defenses crumbled under Isabelle's pres Principal Burton asked, "Isabelle, what are you doing?" Isabelle responded, "This is mine. My nshould be on it." James finally realised the implications. He stared at Isabelle in shock and questioned. "Did you solve this problem? Before they could ask more, tabelle picked up a pen and walked to the glass blackboard gius 09:15 Thu, 6 Jun Chapter 122 Strike The handwriting of the two sisters was indeed similar, but Isabelle's was more bold and free-flowing. much like her personality.
Layla's constrained and deliberate handwriting couldn't compare.
As soon as Isabelle started writing, James recognised it 1%%06 It was the solution to the math problem in the forum, which he had repeatedly asked Layla for but never received.
Now, Isabelle was writing every step in detail, presenting it perfectly to everyone.
Her handwriting matched exactly that on the six pages of notes.
Isabelle wrote quickly, filling the board in no time.
Aside from Layla and James, everyone else recognised the problem they'd been studying for months in the forum.
The professors started to adjust their glasses and instinctively moved closer to the board.
They were eager to see her work up close, "Did you think about how to handle the content when you were busy mimicking the handwriting? "You can copy handwriting, but not intelligence." Isabelle spoke as she wrote, her pace unwavering.
Minutes later, she had filled half the board. Ten minutes later, she had filled two whole walls of blackboards.
And she kept going.
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Seeing the detailed solution filling the blackboards, James was in disbelief. It would take an extraordinary mind to write out such a complex problem, remembered after months, with such ease and precision. The forum problem required three full blackboards.
Isabelle proceeded to write down the steps on the final blackboard.
Just as detailed as before, she filled the last board.
Her handwriting covered the lab's four large blackboards when she finished. The room fellent, filled with awe. Professors and students exchanged glances, unable to speak. The lab was eerily silent Principal Burton took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions.
Without a doubt, they had witnessed the work of a true genius today
For the first time. James realised that even among geniuses there were different level Compaer, to Isabelle, n: his own talent seemed ordinary Lyla was slowly realising what had happened, she'd walked for käbelles trap- 90% Chapter 122 Strike She asked in a broken voice, "Why? Layla couldn't understand. Isabelle knew she had stolen her credit: why pretend not to know and even help her with it? Isabelle capped the pen.
She calmly enjoyed Layla's despair and asked. “Ever heard the saying. The higher you rise, the harder you fall?" Layla's mental defenses were completely shattered. She could no longer stand, collapsing to the floor in fear and panic.
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