Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 311 I Didn’t Make it

Isabelle refused, saying, “No, I simply give it a glance.”

After all, she hadn’t seen it before dan didn’t know what the assignment was about.

Glance? Glance at what?

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Explaining and debating the assignment appeared effortless to her, akin to child’s play, yet she found it unexpectedly arduous to convey the instructions as if addressing kindergarteners.

Upon briefly skimming the material, Isabelle displayed it on the screen and emphasised certain crucial aspects that demanded a degree of intellect to comprehend.

Silence enveloped the classroom, with only Isabelle’s voice echoing. All eyes were fixed, attentiveness prevailing like never before during a lesson.

Stationed at the platform, she maintained her composure, employing specialised jargon that few students had encountered previously. The students listened, perplexed, struggling to keep up.

“Even though it’s not entirely clear to me, considering the teacher’s reaction, she must be exceptionally skilled.”

“Doesn’t this delve into topics typically covered in third–year courses?”

“The PowerPoint presentations are impeccably designed! I admire them every time they’re displayed!”

The brightness from the screen caused Isabelle to squint. She remained succinct, concentrating on the main ideas, and wrapped up her explanation within a mere four or five minutes.

Just as the teacher was getting into the flow, she abruptly halted.

The teacher asked, “All done?”

Isabelle affirmed, “Yes.”

The teacher suggested, “Would you mind elaborating a bit more? Your work from last Thursday was exemplary. Why not elucidate the main points for the class?”

“Miss, we’re curious about the process behind Isabelle’s stunning PowerPoint

at Isabelle, the teacher proposed, “Why don’t you share with the class,

room turned towards

“I didn’t make

share her experience,

uncertainty is whether they would find it

you indicating that you didn’t

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affirmed with a

the classmates commenced.

was responsible for

before revealing, “George Harris.”

slightly flustered, asking, “Who … who did you mention?”

clearly,

contrast to George Harris, this name seemed easier to

engulfed the

Mr. George make

classroom

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hands flying to cover their mouths in astonishment. “Who is this gifted person assisting with assignments? Could they possibly live

PowerPoint presentation, and Isabelle elucidated its content to us. Wouldn’t it be reasonable for me to be featured on the

doubt any PowerPoint presentation could surpass the value of this one. I must review it

Taragon University, he’s our senior. If only

and mosquito repellent that a considerate senior sent during boot

heart. I’m planning to search through the trash later to retrieve the empty sunscreen

guy sporting white hair. And as for Mr. Carter? I wouldn’t mind seeing them all living together as a

sail? I’m quite fond

it difficult to envision what it’s like for Mr. George,

his girlfriend in creating a PowerPoint

a computer, aiding his girlfriend with a PowerPoint. It’s driving me