Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 121 Ruin Layla

“Yeah, indeed. The next generation’s genes must be really strong.”

James focused entirely on his math problem. He felt a bit awkward hearing the professor’s comment.

In contrast, Layla blushed and glanced shyly at him before she hung her head down.

The professor and the graduate students teased James for this reaction. They suggested that James shouldn’t spend all his time working on the math problems but should also balance it with some social life.

“Ahem, did you just solve this problem?” James redirected the conversation, asking Layla.

At first, Layla was tempted to say yes, but she was reminded of Isabelle’s quick solution. Her vanity took over, and she said boldly, “No, I solved it a few days ago.”

Everyone was impressed and gave her a thumbs up.

James hadn’t expected Layla to solve it so quickly. He felt a pang of guilt for doubting her earlier.

“Everyone here? Am I late?” Magnus laughed as he walked in.

Taking the notebook that James handed over, Magnus nodded approvingly as he glanced through it. His eyes were full of admiration for Layla.

The lab was filled with laughter and joy, and Layla basked in the glory.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in her line of sight, catching her off guard.

Layla’s smile froze as she saw Isabelle standing at the lab door, arms crossed. She was leaning lazily against the doorframe.

Isabelle was watching her with a half–smile.

In that instant. Layla felt like she was staring death in the face. Her mind was buzzing, so she forgot to

scream

straightened up and began walking towards her, her gaze filled with terror.

got

legs gave way, and she

table, barely managing to

tried to set up his brother with Layla. Then, he saw Isabelle

1. in.

what are you

quickly got up to greet

mine is here, so I

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college entrance exam, the student you personally

right.” Magnus answered with a

to properly introduce Isabelle when she reached out and took the notebook from

action struck everyone as

elder and the school principal, Isabelle was just a

didn’t mind this.

students, but his indulgence towards Isabelle was clearly

the notebook and said, “Not only are we from the same place and have the same last

to the

page of the notebook, Layla’s name was

the handwriting. Isabelle let out a

nervous, her

the summer buying a bunch of handwriting practice books to mimic Isabelle’s writing, but she only managed to get about seventy to eighty

but no matter how much she

hers

one else picked up on the sarcasm in

as a freshman. Did you also get a perfect score in math on the college entrance exam?” Isabelle