Chapter 384 Want to Target Her? Impossible
Yasmin had assumed that since Isabella was studying physics, she must be as interested in physics as Yasmin herself was. So she had been thinking of letting Isabella know that she could go directly to the physics research institute to work on projects - it would be good training and help her improve quickly.
But she didn't expect Isabella to have no interest in any of that.
"So what are you interested in?" Yasmin asked casually.
"I'm more interested in fighting," Isabella said.
Yasmin: "......"
"Then you might want to consider joining the ancient martial arts alliance," Yasmin said after thinking for a long while.
"What's the ancient martial arts alliance?" Isabella looked somewhat curious.
It was a completely different look from when Isabella had heard about the physics research institute earlier.
"The ancient martial arts alliance, as the name suggests, is an alliance organization formed by many ancient martial arts masters gathering together. In the Northern Ice Empire, joining the ancient martial arts alliance is considered an honor."
"I see..."
"But I need to remind you that the ancient martial arts alliance doesn't belong to any family. It's an independent organization with a history as long as the Northern Ice Empire itself. The ancient martial arts alliance has passed down the spirit of ancient martial arts from generation to generation, and they study it deeply, so there are many masters there."
Isabella and Yasmin chatted a bit more about the ancient martial arts alliance.
After they parted ways, Yasmin left the lab building. On her way back to the villa dormitory, she ran into Jerald who greeted her.
"Yasmin."
Although Yasmin wasn't unfamiliar with Jerald, she couldn't say they were very close either. After all, she was from the 88th class, while Jerald was a teacher for the 89th class, so they didn't have much interaction.
"Jerald," Yasmin stopped and looked at him, greeting him politely. "Hello."
Jerald's attitude was very respectful. "Yasmin, I heard that the interview for the Powell family physics research institute is starting soon. Do you know the specific time?"
"The specific time..." Yasmin thought for a moment. "I don't know, but I can ask around."
"Could you help me find out?"
"No problem."
This wasn't a big deal, so Yasmin naturally gave him this courtesy and didn't refuse. "I'll send you the specific time to your work email when I find out."
"Thank you so much."
"You're welcome."
Jerald wanted to chat more with Yasmin, but she needed to hurry back for class, so she said a quick goodbye and left.
——
Isabella remade the part of the model that Jerald had broken.
When Isabella returned to the dorm that evening, she saw that Kennedy was already back.
"Didn't you say you'd come tomorrow? Why did you come early?"
Isabella looked Kennedy over and noticed that her injuries had mostly healed.
"Thanks for bringing me that medicine. It worked really well. That medicine must have been expensive, right? Let me pay you back."
A while ago, Isabella had somehow gotten her some ointment that wasn't sold anywhere in the market. When applied to wounds, it healed them very quickly without leaving any scars.
"It's free, no charge."
"How could it be free?" Kennedy naturally didn't believe it.
She took out two thick stacks of bills from her bag and stuffed them into Isabella's hands. "I know your tuition is very expensive. Since you need money, don't be polite with me."
If you didn't enroll in Radiant University as a noble, the tuition would be ten times higher.
Many families probably had to use up all their savings just to send their children to study here.
So Kennedy really didn't want Isabella to spend money on her. She knew it wasn't easy for Isabella to study here.
Isabella held the thick stacks of bills and raised an eyebrow. "I mean... if you insist on paying, couldn't you give me a check? Cash is really inconvenient."
Kennedy: "......"
Just then, both Kennedy and Isabella's phones buzzed with a notification.
The message basically said that tomorrow's mechanics class teacher would be changed from Otis to Jerald.
Isabella glanced at the message and put away her phone.
——
The next day.
Isabella went to mechanics class.
Jerald stood at the podium. He glanced at Isabella and frowned.
His disgust for Isabella had reached its peak.
Jerald looked away, forcefully opened his lesson plan, and began teaching.
After finishing the lecture, Jerald's eyes swept across the classroom and he said sternly: "My habit is to call on one student to come up and solve a problem near the end of each class. If they can't solve it, they'll be punished by copying it 180 times."
Hearing such harsh words, students who had been distracted immediately straightened up.
"What?"
"Copy it... 180 times?"
"Just woke up... what? What happened? He's already calling someone up to solve a problem?"
"......"
There was whispering throughout the classroom.
Jerald had already turned around and started writing a problem on the blackboard.
It was a complex mechanics calculation problem.
After writing the problem, Jerald looked directly at Isabella, his tone cold. "Isabella, come up and solve this problem."
When Jerald called Isabella's name, almost all eyes instantly fell on her.
Kennedy looked over the problem and pulled Isabella back, whispering: "This is derived from the final problem of the International Physics Competition. He's deliberately making things difficult for you."
"It's fine." Isabella stood up directly and walked toward the podium.
Kennedy frowned, unable to help but worry.
This problem was way too difficult. She had looked at it several times before getting even a bit of an idea. Could Isabella solve it?
Jerald watched Isabella approach, sneering inwardly.
There was no way Isabella could solve this problem.
Even if Kennedy tried to solve it, she might not be able to.
He deliberately chose this problem because he was certain Isabella couldn't solve it. If she couldn't solve it, she'd have to copy it as punishment. This problem with all its steps would take up a whole page of A4 paper no matter how you wrote it. He didn't believe 180 copies wouldn't wear out one of Isabella's hands.
Isabella picked up the chalk, looked at the problem for a few moments, and began writing the solution steps.
Her writing was very fast, and her handwriting was quite beautiful.
Most people below the stage looked completely confused.
But as Jerald watched, he finally noticed something was wrong, and his expression became somewhat unpleasant.
Isabella could actually solve it?
So far, Isabella's solution steps were completely correct.
And it was the most time-saving method among all possible approaches.
Soon, in less than five minutes, Isabella had filled the entire blackboard and arrived at the final answer.
Looking at the completely correct answer, Jerald's expression became unpleasant because Isabella's ability somewhat exceeded his expectations.
After finishing, Isabella tossed the chalk into the chalk box, her cold eyes sweeping toward Jerald with a hint of mockery. "This is all you've got."
Want to target her?
Impossible.
Isabella's one sentence made Jerald's face feel like it had been slapped.
His expression turned ugly.