Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 94 Dormitory Drama

James’s brows knit slightly, but he remained silent out of politeness. Instead, he suggested she return to the dorm for some rest and save the math problems for another time.

Once Isabelle finished her registration with Logan, he escorted her to the dormitory.

Arriving late, Isabelle found the dorm room already occupied by three others.

As she stepped in, her roommates‘ attention immediately fixed on her. Initially surprised, their expressions soon turned complicated. The first two exchanged a knowing glance before offering a strained smile to Isabelle.

Meanwhile, a girl with curly hair sat on the bed, completely absorbed in painting her nails. She shot a fierce look at Isabelle disapprovingly, scanning her from head to toe with unmistakable jealousy.

“Isabelle, I’ll leave you here. If you need anything, you can find me at the student union,” Logan reluctantly informed Isabelle, lingering by the door.

At the sight of Logan, Isabelle’s roommates exchanged knowing glances. The other two girls, previously more reserved, now made their feelings crystal clear in response to Logan’s presence.

“Well, if it isn’t our esteemed student union president, I thought you were too busy to treat everyone equally,” remarked the curly–haired girl sarcastically, glancing at Isabelle disdainfully.

The roommates had initially attempted to get the handsome Logan to help with registration. Still, he had brushed them off and sought assistance from senior students instead.

However, when it came to Isabelle, he suddenly became eager to help.

Ignoring their remarks, Logan exchanged a few words with Isabelle before leaving.

Isabelle closed the door behind her and wheeled her suitcase into the dormitory. Logan’s involvement had noticeably heightened the tension in the room.

impressive, with individual beds, desks, and all the essentials like at

set up, and the space was

surprised to find a small sign named “Erin” on it.

name on the bed

was sitting cross–legged on her bed, meeting

firmly,

focused on painting her nails, Erin didn’t bother looking up. “I don’t like that bed. You can have it. I want yours.”

to admire her freshly painted

roommates watched in

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missing a beat, Isabelle grabbed Erin’s

her off the bed,

screamed as she stumbled, almost falling in her

were just as

and saw her overturned suitcase, she yelled, “How dare you kick my suitcase!” She rushed at Isabelle, ready to slap her and cursing

her wrist, stopping

her grip tightening. “Do you even know who I am? You think I can’t get you

Erin’s hand, she cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face as she writhed in agony. It felt like her bones were being crushed,

forcefully pushed Erin to the

Erin’s wrist turned purple, surrounded by redness,

including her nail polish and phone, into the trash can on the bed. With precision, she

began packing her own

remained on the ground, too hurt to stand, scared by the sight of her wrist, wondering if it was broken. When

two roommates, “Why aren’t you coming

was apparent they’d become Erin’s sidekicks, considering they were both from regular