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

towards her, her gaze

Isabelle got

gave way, and she

the table, barely managing to

when everyone tried to set up

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in surprise and quickly

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scored a perfect math score on the college entrance exam, the student you personally recruited?” a professor asked Magnus.

answered with a nod.

reached out and took the

struck everyone

Magnus was both an elder and the school principal, Isabelle was just

was okay, and didn’t mind this. He even looked

kind to students, but his indulgence towards Isabelle was clearly

at the notebook and said, “Not only are we from the same place and have the same last name, but our

flipped to the

the first page of the notebook, Layla’s name was

Isabelle let

guilty and nervous, her entire

handwriting practice books to mimic

she practiced, she couldn’t

handwriting, hers

else picked up on the sarcasm in Isabelle’s

as a freshman. Did you also get a