Resurrecting the Genius Within (Calypso Rain) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97 You Have Ten Minutes. 

It’s early in the morning. 

Before dawn broke. 

The freshmen of Taragon University had dressed in military uniforms and gradually boarded the bus. 

They were waiting to depart. 

Everyone seemed unusually excited, curious, and fascinated by the military district. Their response was completely devoid of the complaints and lamentations about military training heard from other universities, 

Boys talked about guns, while girls chatted about handsome soldiers in uniform. 

Isabelle yawned as she stepped onto the bus on time. She settled down at the end of the line. As soon as she climbed into the bus, the previously noisy bus gradually fell silent. 

All eyes turned to look at her; even the driver glanced at her a few times. He thought young girls nowadays were rather lovely. 

Only a few seats remained empty, and everyone had already taken a seat. 

Isabelle carried the school–issued backpack and casually sat down next to an empty seat beside a boy. 

She raised her hand to adjust the military cap on her head to cover most of her face, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and closed her eyes to rest. 

She woke up too early in the morning and hadn’t fully awakened. 

After her rebirth, without the identity of an assassin and without regular training, she became lethargic and slept more. 

Is that the girl from the forum?” 

ems 50. D*mn, she’s actually in our class!” 

“She’s prettier in person than in the photos.” 

The chatter gradually grew louder. The boys became even more excited. 

“Did she join the class group chat? Everyone was posting pictures yesterday; why didn’t she post any? She’s so good–looking. Why didn’t anyone notice her?” 

“Yeah, yesterday Candybee posted dozens of pictures. Those photos were edited so much. I didn’t even recognise her when she got on the bus. 

Candice Rowe turned her head to glare at the boy and chided, “Is there something wrong with your brain? Why are you criticising me? Ridiculous!” Her gaze swept over Isabelle, disapproving. 

“She criticised others for undergoing plastic surgery and editing their photos in the forum. It turned out that she was the one who did that. This is hilarious.” 

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Chapter 97 You Have Ten Minutes 

“I thought Erin was pretty, but compared to her, they’re not even in the same league. She’s definitely a goddess.” 

“I envy the guy sitting next to her.” 

The boy next to Isabelle was a shy, nerdy type with acne all over his face. He was blushing, sitting up straight and nervous, 

When it was time to depart, the instructor ran the head count over the students, 

One of the students shouted, “Isn’t there supposed to be a 70–kg girl in our class? Why didn’t we see her? Isn’t she joining the military training?” 

“Nonsense, how could she run? Haha.” 

The bus set off noisily. 

Although the straight–line distance was only eight kilometers, it took nearly two hours to reach their destination and travel through the bustling city. 

The bus stopped outside the military district gate, where two armed soldiers stood guard, along with the instructors who had been waiting for them for a long time. 

The students grew excited at the sight. 

After handing the students over to the military instructors, the university instructor left. 

Isabelle’s instructor was quite tanned. He had a square–shaped face and a stern expression. That man stood with his hands behind his back, and his legs were slightly apart. 

It was a standard military posture. 

“Hurry up, everyone. Proceed straight from the gate for 200 meters, orienting yourself in a 75–degree southwest direction. The female dormitories are located on the third and fourth floors, while the male dormitories are located on the fourth and fifth floors. Drop off your things and quickly assemble in the 

St 105 direction of your dormitory building’s playground. You only have ten minutes. 

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“What are the southwest 75–degree and northwest 105–degree directions? I don’t understand.” 

Faced with the imposing aura of the stern instructor, the students felt apprehensive. Their previous enthusiasm and admiration faded instantly. 

Isabelle carried her bag with one hand and slowly walked behind the group. When they arrived at the military camp gate, she instinctively glanced at the weapons in the hands of the soldiers who stood guard 

at the entrance. 

The instructor asked sternly, “What are you looking at?* 

Isabelle replied, “Looking at your guns.” 

The instructor’s face darkened even more as he asked, “What did you see?” 

Isabelle replied politely, “It’s dull. The triggers‘ paint has completely worn off. 

She was behaving modestlv. Despite Taragon Univery’s top national ranking, the military district’s