Resurrecting the Genius Within
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Isabelle said, “You’re so humble, hiding your title of math genius. I’m interested in math too. Could you please exin to us how you solved this question?”
La froze.
She felt everyone’s eyes on her. La struggled to remain calm and said, “I’m not feeling well; I’m a bit tired. Maybe next time<b>, </b>sis.”
She called her sister, and she looked at Isabelle with pleading eyes.
Isabelle replied. “You seemed perfectly fine just now. Exining the answer shouldn’t be too tiring”
“Isabelle. I’m really not feeling well. Can youe back to the dorm with me? I have something to tell you.” La was on the verge of tears. Cold sweat covered her forehead as her mind raced.
La’s face was genuinely pale due to Isabelle’s relentless questioning. James stepped in to defend La and said, “Hey, she said she’s not feeling well.”
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Isabelle gave him a cold nce and retorted, “This has nothing to do with you.”
She then turned back to La, pressing her, “Are you tired or don’t you know the answer?”
James interjected, “What do you mean by that?”
Everyone in theb sensed something was off. They looked at La, her pale face now full of guilt and panic, which only fueled their suspicions.
Ignoring James,
Isabelle threw her notebook onto the table. She picked up a pen and crossed out the name ‘La <b>Jenkins </b>on the front page.
Then she wrote her own name, ‘Isabelle <b>Jenkins</b>.
She used a ck marker and wrote her name inrge letters.
Her name filled the entire page.
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La’s breathing became increasingly <b>rapid </b>as her mental defenses crumbled under Isabelle’s pres
Principal Burton asked, “Isabelle, <b>what </b>are you doing?”
Isabelle responded, “This <b>is </b>mine. My name should be on it.”
James <b>finally </b>realised the implications. He <b>stared </b><b>at </b>Isabelle in shock and questioned. “Did <b>you </b>solve this <b>problem</b>?
Before they could ask more, tabelle picked <b>up </b>a <b>pen </b>and walked <b>to </b><b>the </b>ss ckboard
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The handwriting of the two sisters was indeed simr, but Isabelle’s was more bold and free–flowing. much like her personality.
La’s constrained and deliberate handwriting couldn’tpare.
As soon <b>as </b>Isabelle started writing, James recognised it
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It was the solution to the <b>math </b>problem in the forum, which he had repeatedly asked La for but never received.
Now, Isabelle was writing every step in detail, presenting it perfectly to everyone.
Her handwriting matched exactly that on the six pages of notes.
Isabelle wrote quickly, filling the board in no time.
Aside from La and James, everyone else recognised <b>the </b>problem they’d been studying for months in the forum.
The professors started to adjust their sses and instinctively moved closer to the board.
They were eager to see her work up close,
“Did you think about how to handle the content when you were busy mimicking the handwriting?
“You can copy handwriting, but not intelligence.”
Isabelle spoke as she wrote, her pace unwavering.
Minutester, she had filled half the board. Ten minutester, she had filled two whole walls of ckboards.
And she kept going.
Seeing the detailed solution filling the ckboards, James was in disbelief. It would take an extraordinary mind to write out such aplex problem, remembered after months<b>, </b>with such ease and precision.
The forum problem required three full ckboards.
Isabelle proceeded to write down the <b>steps </b>on the final ckboard.
<b>Just </b>as detailed as before, she filled thest <b>board</b>.
Her handwriting covered theb’s fourrge ckboards when she finished. The room fell <b>silent</b>, filled <b>with </b>awe<i>. </i><b>Professors </b><b>and </b>students exchanged nces, unable <b>to </b><b>speak</b>. Theb <b>was </b><b>eerily </b>silent
<b>Principal </b>Burton took a deep breath, trying <b>to </b>calm <b>his </b><b>emotions</b><b>.</b>
<b>Without </b><b>a </b><b>doubt</b>, they had witnessed the work of a true genius today
<b>For </b><b>the </b>first <b>time</b><b>. </b><b>James </b>realised that even among <b>geniuses</b>, there were <b>different </b>level. Compaer, to Isabelle, his own talent seemed ordinary
L was slowly realising what had happened, she’d walked for k?belles trap-
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She asked in a broken voice, “Why?
La couldn’t understand. Isabelle knew she had stolen her credit: why pretend not to know and even help her with it?
Isabelle capped the pen.
She calmly enjoyed La’s despair and asked. “Ever heard the saying. The higher you rise, the harder you fall?”
La’s mental defenses werepletely shattered. She could no longer stand, copsing to the floor in fear and panic.
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