Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 97 You Have Ten Minutes.

It’s early in the morning.

Before dawn broke.

The freshmen of Taragon University had dressed in military uniforms and gradually boarded the bus.

They were waiting to depart.

Everyone seemed unusually excited, curious, and fascinated by the military district. Their response was completely devoid of the complaints and lamentations about military training heard from other universities,

Boys talked about guns, while girls chatted about handsome soldiers in uniform.

Isabelle yawned as she stepped onto the bus on time. She settled down at the end of the line. As soon as she climbed into the bus, the previously noisy bus gradually fell silent.

All eyes turned to look at her; even the driver glanced at her a few times. He thought young girls nowadays were rather lovely.

Only a few seats remained empty, and everyone had already taken a seat.

Isabelle carried the school–issued backpack and casually sat down next to an empty seat beside a boy.

She raised her hand to adjust the military cap on her head to cover most of her face, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and closed her eyes to rest.

She woke up too early in the morning and hadn’t fully awakened.

After her rebirth, without the identity of an assassin and without regular training, she became lethargic and slept more.

Is that the girl from the forum?”

ems 50. D*mn, she’s actually in our class!”

person than in

chatter gradually grew louder. The boys became even more

Everyone was posting pictures yesterday; why didn’t she post any? She’s so

dozens of pictures. Those photos were edited so much. I didn’t even recognise her when she got on the bus.

at the boy and chided, “Is there something wrong with your brain? Why are you

It turned out that she

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not even in the same league.

sitting

all over his face. He was blushing, sitting up straight and nervous,

instructor ran the

in

could she run?

bus set off noisily.

kilometers, it took nearly two hours to reach their

armed soldiers stood guard, along with the instructors

students grew excited at

over to the military

quite tanned. He had a square–shaped face and a stern expression. That man stood with his hands behind his back, and his legs were

was a standard military

the third and fourth floors,

of your dormitory building’s playground. You only

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75–degree and northwest

stern instructor, the students felt apprehensive. Their previous enthusiasm

the group. When they arrived at the military camp gate, she instinctively

at the entrance.

instructor asked sternly, “What are you

replied, “Looking at your