Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 681

Byron hadn't expected Juniper to answer, and the lecture he'd prepared was now stuck in his throat.

"One last question..."

He couldn't stand her showing off. He clicked open his laptop, and a new problem appeared on the screen. It was a dense block of text and numbers, difficult even to decipher.

"Have we even learned this concept yet?" a few students whispered among themselves.

"No," another replied. "We've only touched on the first half of this topic. Putting it all together, this is almost as difficult as something from the graduate school entrance exam, right?"

"That's low of Byron, using a grad-level problem to corner our Goddess."

"While we haven't officially covered this yet," Byron said, crossing his arms with a smirk, "I did mention it when I was giving examples in class. Anyone who was paying attention to my lecture should be able to answer it."

What? The students thought that was absurd. Mentioned it? Byron mentioned a lot of things in class, most of which involved bragging about his own research achievements. He just rattled on and on; who could possibly remember every little thing he said? There was no way their Goddess could answer this.

"Can you answer it or not?" Byron asked, deliberately pressing her.

"No." Juniper stared at the problem on the screen, her delicate brow furrowed in a complex expression.

At her response, Byron let out a cold laugh. He had finally caught her. He began his tirade. "I thought the top scorer was supposed to be so brilliant. But the moment you get distracted in class, you don't know a thing, do you? Once you're here, no matter how great you were before, you start from zero. The thing I despise most in this world are students like you who get a little success and let it go to their heads, always showing off with the little bit of cleverness they have."

"Of course I can't answer it," Juniper replied, her chin held high, showing no fear. Her voice was firm. "Because the problem you've presented is flawed."

Flawed? The words sent a ripple through the classroom. Students craned their necks, their eyes wide with disbelief. That couldn't be right. Wasn't this a question Byron had personally designed for a past computer science graduate entrance exam? Everyone who had taken it said it was incredibly difficult.

"Flawed?" Byron glanced at the question, a flicker of panic in his eyes, but his voice remained firm. "How could a question I created possibly be flawed?"

In truth, he had discovered the error long ago; it was impossible to arrive at the correct answer. But after studying it for ages, he couldn't figure out where the mistake was. He figured no one would ever be able to solve it anyway, so no one would notice. He could just feign ignorance.

A freshman like Juniper, who had barely attended a few weeks of university classes? She could spot the error? What a joke!