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!”

in person than in the photos.”

louder. The boys became even more excited.

posting pictures yesterday; why didn’t she post any? She’s so good–looking. Why didn’t anyone

of pictures. Those photos were edited so much. I didn’t even recognise her when she

glare at the boy and chided, “Is there something wrong with your brain? Why are you criticising me? Ridiculous!” Her gaze swept over Isabelle, disapproving.

and editing their photos in the forum. It turned out that she was the one who

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her, they’re not even in the same league.

sitting next to her.”

shy, nerdy type with acne all

depart, the instructor ran the head count over

70–kg girl in our class? Why didn’t

could she

set

straight–line distance was only eight kilometers, it took nearly two hours to

bus stopped outside the military district gate, where two armed soldiers stood guard, along with the instructors

excited

to the military instructors, the

That man stood with his hands behind

was a standard military

the third and fourth floors, while the male

of your dormitory building’s playground.

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are the southwest 75–degree and northwest 105–degree directions?

imposing aura of the stern instructor, the students felt apprehensive. Their previous enthusiasm and admiration

slowly walked behind the group. When they arrived at the military camp gate, she instinctively glanced at the weapons in the hands

at the entrance.

“What

at