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Mr. Hammond scoffed at Morgan’s insistence, his voice dripping with skepticism. “Alright then, you claim there’s a student tip–off? Show me the proof.”
Seemingly prepared for this challenge. Morgan calmly responded, “Due to privacy concerns, all I can disclose is that Mirabella definitely had prior access to the competition questions.”
At the mention of the competition material, Mr. Hammond’s gaze on Morgan shifted, now tinged with a hint of intrigue. He opened his mouth to Interject, but Morgan continued unabated.
“I must admit my doubts about Miss Mirabella,” Morgan stated firmly. “How could a humanities major possibly outperform Vincent in our Prodigy Class in science and math?”
“I’ve reviewed the competition questions myself. The majority are complex, science–based problems. Without having studied specific preparatory materials in advance, I find it hard to believe that a humanities student could answer them all correctly,” Morgan declared with confidence. After all, he had been nurturing minds for two decades, encountering a myriad of students. He’d met all–rounders in both arts and sciences before. Lacking the ability to sniff out a hint of deceit would mean he’d spent those years in vain.
The physics teacher, who had been listening intently to Morgan’s words, suddenly displayed a
peculiar expression. He glanced at the stack of papers he was holding, pondered for a moment.
and then decided it was time to chime in. Standing up, he approached Morgan and handed him a sheet of paper, clearing his throat, “Ahem, Morgan, take a look at this.”
Caught up in a crucial discussion with Mr. Hammond, Morgan was slightly irked by the interruption, yet he patiently accepted the paper. “What is this…” Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes locked onto the contents of the paper.
Morgan, a math teacher with a firm grasp of physics, was stunned by the solutions outlined on the sheet. After a prolonged silence, Morgan looked up at the physics teacher, “Who solved this problem?”
“It was Vincent who brought this to me just now,” the physics teacher replied, his tone casual.
Mr. Hammond, unable to resist, leaned in to examine the paper, filled with equations and symbols that made sense to him only as a physics problem, but beyond that, he was lost. Though he did not know the physics teacher’s intention in bringing up the problem at that moment. Mr. Hammond chose not to interrupt.
Upon hearing Vincent’s name, Morgan’s face lit up with surprise and delight, “Vincent solved this? Even the student recruited by the Ivy League powerhouses last year couldn’t produce such an elegant and clever solution, right?”
A wave of excitement surged within Morgan, but before he could finish his thought, the physics teacher interjected. “This problem wasn’t solved by him.”
Morgan paused, his gaze fixed on the physics teacher, and after a moment, he regained his
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composure. “It wasn’t him? Then who?”
The physics teacher carefully smoothed out the creases on the sheet before slowly revealing two words: “Mirabella Davis.”
Morgan’s eyes widened in disbelief, his first instinct to shake his head. “Impossible! That’s a question from last year’s Physics Olympiad. How could she possibly solve it? You must be joking?!”
He could believe anyone else might have solved it, but Mirabella… that was something he refused to accept.
