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.

beds, desks, and all the essentials

set up, and the space

bed but was surprised

she saw her name on the bed across from

girl was sitting cross–legged on her

firmly,

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

to

two roommates watched in

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a beat, Isabelle grabbed Erin’s wrist.

bed, accidentally knocking

as she stumbled, almost

roommates were

suitcase, she yelled, “How dare you kick my suitcase!” She rushed at Isabelle, ready

stopping her in her tracks.

bother me. Isabelle demanded, her grip tightening. “Do you even know who I am? You think I can’t get

Isabelle applied slight pressure to Erin’s hand, she cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face as she

pushed Erin to

in shock as Erin’s wrist turned purple, surrounded by redness, a

trash can on the bed. With precision, she kicked the trash can onto Erin’s bed, covering it completely.

down, she began packing her

too hurt to stand, scared by the sight of her wrist, wondering if it was broken. When the trash can whizzed past her ear, she

Erin yelled at her two roommates, “Why aren’t you coming to help me? Am 1 dead?

were both from