Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Apart from Jules, the expressions of the other two judges weren't exactly cheerful either. They thought Flora was pushing the envelope. Sure, the girl had talent, but her attitude? Not so much. "Flora, we called you here to let you know that we can't give points for these formulas you've written," said an older judge.

Flora's face turned a bit frosty at that.

"Let's hear Flora out first," Jules chimed in. "These formulas might have some merit. Flora, if you can prove they're correct, your University of Maple Grove will get full marks in this round."

"Chairman Jules!"

The female judge was stunned. She hadn't expected Jules to back Flora up. They'd been ready to give a zero, but Jules had insisted on calling Flora in.

"Chairman Jules, she's just a freshman, and from the medical department no less. Can her formulas really stand up to scrutiny? Isn't asking her to prove them a bit much?" the female judge complained. Jules shot her a look. "Don't be narrow-minded. There are plenty of brilliant people out there. Just because we can't do it doesn't mean others can't."

Flora can do it.

annoyed, her dislike

suggested, her jaw tightening with irritation. Jules noticed and

by contradiction? Where would she get the data

female judge was thinking this, Jules said,

most authoritative and comprehensive data, accessible only to high-ranking members of the National Computing Association. And now, Jules was going

freshman,

to access the database, which

said, offering his own chair to her,

database was up and running. Jules put on his glasses and entered Flora's formulas himself, performing the

end, the female judge who had first ridiculed

of time. So annoying," grumbled two contestants from Imperial Tech as they exited the

"Ah-"