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?”

PowerPoint presentation. What software did

the teacher proposed, “Why don’t you share

the room

didn’t

asked to share her experience, she could certainly compile a

is whether they would

“Are you indicating that you didn’t

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a nod, “Yes.”

the classmates

was responsible

briefly before

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

enunciated clearly, “Mr. George.”

George Harris, this name seemed easier to

silence engulfed the classroom.

make the PowerPoint presentation?”

silence, the classroom buzzed with

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cover their mouths in astonishment. “Who is this gifted person assisting with assignments? Could they

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

any PowerPoint presentation could surpass the value of this one.

studies at Taragon University, he’s our senior. If only I

with sunscreen and mosquito repellent that a

heart. I’m planning to search through the trash later to retrieve the empty sunscreen bottle and keep it in my dorm.”

going on between Isabelle and Mr. George? Personally, I envision her with that attractive mixed- blood guy sporting white hair. And as for Mr. Carter?

I’m quite fond of this significant

lack of imagination, but I find it difficult to envision what it’s like for Mr. George, a prominent figure

He assisted his girlfriend in creating a PowerPoint

seated in his suit at a computer, aiding his