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

walking towards

Isabelle got

and

table,

up his brother with Layla. Then, he saw Isabelle

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what are you doing here?”

out in surprise and quickly got up to greet

the same last name as mine is here, so I came to check it out,” Isabelle said as

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on the college entrance exam, the student you personally recruited?” a professor asked

Magnus answered

she reached out and took the notebook from his hand.

action struck everyone as somewhat rude.

both an elder and the school principal,

okay, and didn’t mind this. He even

his indulgence towards Isabelle was clearly more than usual.

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

to the

the notebook, Layla’s name was written.

the handwriting. Isabelle let

and nervous, her

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

no matter how much she practiced, she couldn’t replicate Isabelle’s

handwriting, hers was

one else picked up on the sarcasm

problem as a freshman. Did you also get a perfect score in math on the college