It might have been just another physics problem, but when a student from the liberal arts ss cracked it, people were more than just impressed.


    This wasn’t any ordinary problem, though. It was concocted by a team of physics professors from some of the most prestigious Ivy League institutions. Theplexity and depth of the problem were beyond what any standard textbook could offer.


    And that’s why thest year’s prodigy, the only one to solve it before graduation, was immediately courted by these top–notch universities.


    Here was Mirabe, a student steeped in the humanities, whose solution was even more elegant and straightforward thanst year’s wunderkind. Her talent was not just extraordinary: it was nothing short of a physics marvel.


    But what on earth was a physics genius like her doing in a liberal arts ss?


    The physics teacher felt a pang of regret as he picked up the paper and stood up. He gave Vincent a wave. “You should head back to ss.”


    Vincent blinked, watching the physics teacher, who had already breezed out of the office, and thought, ‘Could you maybe leave that paper with me before you dash off?‘


    The physics teacher hustled over to Mr. Hammond’s office, bursting in with urgency, “Mr. Hammond, there’s a matter of great importance I need to discuss with… Oh, Morgan, you’re here too?”


    Morgan was mid–conversation with Mr. Hammond and stopped upon the physics teacher’s entrance, turning to him with a pause, “Yes, I’m discussing a situation with Mr. Hammond.”


    “Oh, I’ll wait outside then until you’re finished,” said the physics teacher, suddenly noticing Morgan’s perturbed expression. Trying to be discreet, he hid the paper behind his back, ready to step out again.


    Morgan stopped him, “No need for privacy. It’s not a secret. Stay.”


    Taking the cue, the physics teacher nced at Mr. Hammond, who motioned towards a chair. He sat down, and as he did, his eyes returned to the problem on the paper in his hands.


    Morgan turned back to Mr. Hammond. “Mr. Hammond, I really think we should thoroughly investigate the misconduct allegations against Mirabe during thepetition. This is not just any school exam. If word gets out, it could tarnish the reputation of Parkside High School.” The physics teacher, overhearing Mirabe’s name, couldn’t help but look up, his interest piqued. Cheating in apetition? What was this about?


    Mr. Hammond’s gaze on Morgan was icy from the moment he started talking about Mirabe.


    Chapter <b>206 </b>


    Thest mess with nepotism, initiated by Morgan, nearly cost him a brilliant student. And now this talk ofpetition misconduct? He couldn’t fathom Morgan’s angle. Mirabe’s academic performance and capabilities were evident–toppingpetitions and leading her grade. What was there to question? What was Morgan thinking?


    Mr. Hammond took a deep breath, “Morgan, let me ask you, are you convinced that there’s a problem with Mirabe’s character? Are her studies questionable?”


    Morgan pursed his lips. “That’s not what I mean. I received a report, and as a teacher, it’s my duty to bring it to you.”


    Mr. Hammond scoffed, “Duty? How can you speak of responsibility when you don’t even have a shred of trust in your own student?”


    “These are notparable situations. I understand that Mirabe is a student you recruited. but you can’t let that be the reason for your bias, can you?” Morgan countered stubbornly.