Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 21 James's Search for Contact Information; Finishing the Test Early Layla thought the food was tasteless. She hadn't been eating much.

Isabelle could casually take out 300 dollars, which was equivalent to her mother's monthly salary. She didn't even have that much for several months of pocket money.

Layla turned her head to look at Isabelle, who was returning to her room. From head to toe, Isabelle was dressed in designer brands that she herself could only dream of wearing. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't understand how Isabelle had suddenly becneither stupid nor weak, and was even able to earn a lot of money.

In the past, Isabelle couldn't even compare to her. She was always hunched over, submissive, and never dared to look her in the eye, let alone talk back.

Layla couldn't accept the huge gap brought about by Isabelle's transformation.

Moreover, she noticed that Isabelle had becmore attractive after losing sweight.

Just the thought of Isabelle becoming thinner and prettier in the near future made Layla feel extremely anxious and uncomfortable.

Looking at the two plates of vegetables that she had no appetite for, Layla threw her cutlery down, got up, and returned to her room to study.

So what if Isabelle becthinner, prettier, and could earn money? With such low scores, she wouldn't even be able to get into the worst university, while her own gra were good enough to get into a prestigious university By the tthey graduated from university, she would have a decent job and would be sitting in a high-end office building.

On the other hand, Isabelle wouldn't even have a decent diploma to show off. What use would it be to earn a little money? Thinking this way, Layla finally felt a little better.

After dinner, Eleanor suddenly went to Ethan's room.

She saw Ethan sitting at his desk, fiddling with his computer.

"What are you using this computer for? Isn't a mobile phone enough for studying? Lettell you, your aunt's son, ever since he bought a computer, all he does is play games after school. He used to be one of the top students in his class, but now he's at the bottom. He plays 'games until one or two in the morning, and then he falls asleep in class the next day. Your aunt is called to school by the teacher every day. She used to have a good temper, but now she's so irritable that he almost got into a fight with your uncle the other day." Eleanor felt inexplicably pleased. "Hmph, during the New Year, your second aunt was bragging about 1/4 accept him." "Ethan, you must makeproud. You can't be like him. You mu counting on you in the future." get into a prestigious university. I'm "Mom, I don't play games. I'm learning programming Once I learn it, I can earn money like my sister. And I only study on weekends, so it won't affect my sidies,” Ethan said helplessly.

Upon hearing that he could earn money. Eleanor didn't say anything else.

"How much did your sister spend on this computer?" Ethan was silent for a moment. He didn't want to say, but considering his mother and Layla's attitude towards Isabelle, Ethan proudly told the truth, "Eighteen hundred." "Eighteen hundred?" Eleanor almost popped her eyes out. "She spent eighteen hundred on this wasteful thing?" Eleanor was so angry that her voice was trembling. She wished she could rush into Isabelle's room and confiscate her money right now.

I've worked so hard to raise her all these years, working myself to death to feed her, and when I ask her to contribute a little money to the family, she only gives 300 dollars. How did I raise such a child? She even said that she wouldn't givea emmy even if she threw it away, She's not afraid of being punished by God for saying such things." Listening to the malicious words coming out of his mother's mouth, Ethan closed his eyes and interrupted. "Mom, if there's nothing else, I need to study." Only then did Eleanor shut up. "Who said there's nothing else?" When he heard his mother encouraging him to ask Isabelle for money, Ethan's face darkened.

"Mom, that's the money my sister earned herself.

"What do you mean, her own money? I'm her mother, so isn't what hers mine? Isn't it right for her t supportafter I've raised her for so many years? It's only natural for children to give money to the parents. Are you stupid? It's not justwho's going to spend that money. Don't you need to eat and wear clothes? Oh, our family is struggling, and only she is dressed up Ethan interrupted his mother again, "I'll get a summer job when the summer vacation starts." Seeing that Ethan was not receptive, Eleanor once again demonstrated her superb ability to make a scene, saying that she had given birth to a few ungrateful children who didn't know how to appreciate their parents' hard work and only cared about spending money on themselves.

The louder she spoke, the more deliberately she wanted Isabelle in the other room to hear.

In the end, it was William who cover and called Eleanor away.

After completely hearing his mother's fuss, Ethan put the matter of the forum behind him.

2/4 Isabelle was a science student, and today she had a math exam, the last major test before the college entrance examination..

Ethan asked, "Sis, can you get a perfect score?" Isabelle answered, "Want to seeget a perfect score?" Ethan replied, "If you have the ability, why not? Why let others laugh at you?" Isabelle said, "Then I'll do it." Upon hearing this, Ethan felt relieved and handed Isabelle two boiled eggs for breakfast, saying, "Boiled eggs won't make you fat." He had boiled them especially early in the morning.

All morning, Ethan was looking forward to Isabelle's exam results.

He also finally remembered the post on the forum.

After leaving it overnight, he didn't know what had happened on the forum until now.

As soon as the noon class was over, Ethan ate something casually in the cafeteria and then took his mobile phone to the tree under the track and field.

Following last night's trend, Ethan knew that his post would definitely explode, but he still underestimated the impact of this problem.

It was not just a student from Taragon University and countless math enthusiasts; this problem wa highly regarded by the entire math community.

The sensation it caused far exceeded Ethan's imagination.

In just one night, the number of comments had increased to over 30,000, with more reposts and likes reaching hundreds of thousands.

than 10,000

Among them, a few commenters were professors whom Ethan m admired, and they were being pushed up by the enthusiastic crowd, eagerly waiting for his reply.

Initially, everyone's attention was focused on the calculation process and answers he posted, but gradually, they all turned their attention towards him Thus, Ethan becthe most wanted person on the entire forum.

He also discovered that this incident had beca hot topic on other platforms...

While scrolling through the comments, Ethan received a private message from a user named James.

Ethan was taken aback.

Friend, I am James. Can you reply?" 3/4 heart was already racing.

Upon clicking, he realized that James had sent him a private message the previous night.

'I am James. Did you solve the problem? Can we discuss the problem-solving process?' 'Can I have your contact information?" Ethan didn't reply, and James continued to send private messages.

'Are you there? I am James. Can we talk?" "If it's not convenient now, can we schedule a tto talk?" Waiting for your reply.

James had always been Ethan's idol, and Ethan never imagined that there would ca day when his idol would seek him out for contact information.

Isabelle's exam was scheduled for the afternoon, lasting for two periods.

As soon as the test paper was distributed, while everyone was still reviewing the questions, Isabelle had already begun. By the tother students had finished just two multiple-choice questions, Isabelle had already moved on to the second page.... The invigilator had just settled in when he heard a student requesting to submit their paper early, it was only halfway through the first period.

The invigilator was annoyed; this was clearly causing a disturbance.