I Love You, Miss Genius

Regardless, he had to crack the first five questions at least. However, ideals are lofty, while reality is harsh. No matter what he tried, Falcon couldn't crack the third question.

He was growing increasingly frustrated, and his brows furrowed deeply. He knew this didn't mean he was incompetent. After all, these questions were designed by top-tier hackers, so their difficulty was evident.

Of course, he could crack them with his skills, and he was given enough time. Maybe not all, but at least eight out of ten. However, Barrett had managed to crack so many questions in such a short time. 'How had Barrett accomplished this? Who is he exactly?'

As Falcon pondered this, he suddenly heard Bonnie's clear voice in his ear. "I've finished cracking them."

Falcon's eyes widened in disbelief. "H-Have you cracked them? Really cracked them?!"

he was stuck on the third question, while Bonnie had already finished. Furthermore, she did it on

her chair and presented the computer screen

eyes. He rubbed them as if trying to dispel an illusion. But after repeating this action two or three times,

had Barrett managed to accomplish this feat, especially with such difficult questions? Who

did you do it? Why... Why couldn't I crack

He felt dazed, with a sense of disbelief written all over his

her process of solving the questions

it! I thought of every other method except

didn't I think of this? How could I miss such a

these