Resurrecting the Genius Within

Chapter 99 He Lost 

Chase thought this young girl was arrogant. She was clearly spoiled and had never faced the harsh realities of the world. Because she could run a little faster than most people, she was full of herself. It was time to bring her down a notch, or she wouldn’t behave for the rest of the training. 

If she didn’t leam her lesson today, she’d have to learn from someone else out in the real world, 

Erin rolled her eyes and mocked, “Hmph, trying to make a name for herself. What does she think she is? Did she believe she had four legs?” 

Several girls agreed. Comparing herself to a military–trained instructor was an attempt to draw everyone’s 

attention. 

“At least she has the guts to challenge the instructor. That takes courage; winning or losing doesn’t matter,” the boys defended Isabelle. 

“Look at you all! Acting like you’ve never seen a girl before, and siding with her. She doesn’t even know who you are. She’s just a pretty face, and it’s worthless, Erin said disdainfully. 

“Yes, it’s worthless, but it’s enough to make you jealous. Weren’t you the one who sarcastically accused her that she didn’t know the directions just now but ended up following her?” One of the boys retorted. 

“Exactly. Without her, would we have been the first to find the dorm and the grass field?” 

The students continued bickering. 

Suddenly, a whistle blew and startled them. 

Before they had a good look, two figures shot out like bullets. By the time they looked in the other direction, the two were already dozens of meters away. 

“Holy crap! What did I just see?!” 

“She’s actually ahead of the instructor!” 

“She’s left him behind! Is she wearing robotic legs?” 

“No, she must be a fast runner.” 

Exclamations of shock and awe filled the air. 

In a blink, the two figures were out of sight. 

Along with some curse words, 

“D*mn it! Is she going to win?” 

“She’s definitely going to win! Don’t you see? The instructor was left far behind. She’s amazing! Why bother with attending the university? She should join the national team and win gold medals across the globe!” 

‘F*ck! I wish I had my phong to record this!” 

Ten minutes passed, and the two still hadn’t returned 

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The students craned their necks, eagerly waiting. The commotion had attracted the attention of instructors from other classes. 

“Hey, they’re coming back! Look!” 

Everyone looked up. Two figures were approachings one walking leisurely ahead, the other following behind. Isabelle had her hands in her jacket pockets while casually strolling to the front. 

Their stern instructor was trailing behind. 

“Did she win?” 

“It looks like it.” 

As they drew closer, everyone could see their expression clearly. 

Isabelle looked calm, as if she had been taking a walk in the park. Their instructor, however, was so furious that his expression was murky. 

Isabelle walked back to the training field. 

Under the gazes of admiration and jealousy from many, she went to the basket, found her phone, and put it in her pocket. 

“Holy crap! She won!” 

“If that were me, I’d be bragging about it for life!” 

“Hush! The instructor is back.” 

Chase returned with a dark, angry face. He glared at the students who dared not meet his eyes. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

Then he blew his whistle and commanded, “Count off!” 

“One.” 

Two.” 

“Three… 

After the roll call, Chase’s gaze fell on Isabelle. 

“What’s your name?” he asked. 

“Isabelle Jenkins.” 

As soon as she said her name, whispers spread through the crowd, and the students were on the brink of losing control. 

“Isabelle Jenkins? The one who didn’t write her essay but still scored 690 marks?” 

“I heard Principal Burton personally go to her house to recruit her!” 

“Is it really her? I saw the interview clip; she looked a bit chubbier, but the facial features match.” 

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“There’s only one Isabelle Jenkins in our class. Who else could it be?” 

“Motherf*cker! Who told me she weighed 70 kg yesterday? What a liar!” 

The students‘ chatter didn’t escape Chase’s cars. He listened.carefully before barking, “Quiet!” 

Then he glanced at Isabelle again.. 

Military training officially began. 

They stood at attention, relaxing, looking forward, turning around–these were like a game for Isabelle, who had undergone brutal training as an assassin since childhood. 

Every class had a few students who couldn’t tell their left from their right. Chase lashed out, correcting and scolding them. 

The students listened to his fiery reproach in silence, unable to complain. 

But each time Chase looked around the class, he always saw Isabelle perform the exercises perfectly, with not a single flaw to be found. 

After over half an hour of turning drills, they moved on to standing at attention. 

Under the scorching sun, the students secretly groaned. 

A few girls with poor physical fitness started reporting that they felt unwell. However, Chase remained cold and unyielding.