After My Death, I Became A Genius의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

SAVANNA (VERONICA)Soon, we returned to Astor Heights, and the students got their phones back.As soon as they did, my headache started. The group chats activated like a tornado.My phone kept buzzing with notifications. At least nine out of ten trending posts were about me.I must say, the last few days had been very peaceful.Some of them even started calling me the "Pride of the Computer Science Department."What nonsense!*******Soon the class started. It was the first day of college.Up on the podium, the professor was teaching the fundamentals of computer science, something we were never even taught in Abyss.In Abyss, we were taught the subject directly, and we mostly started straightaway with practical work instead of just theoretical concepts.Besides, I was someone who ruled the hacker world and had knowledge of advanced technical skills, so I soon lost focus.My thoughts started roaming a

SAVANNA (VERONICA)Following the class, I exited the campus via the rear entrance of Astor Heights, where Danny was patiently waiting, leaning against his sports car.It was his limited-edition Lamborghini Aventador SVJ, in midnight black.Ah I missed my babies as well. Once I went to Coral Bay, I'd definitely get a few of my babies here.I noted mentally before slipping into the passenger seat...The professional race track was packed with luxury cars, drivers, and spectators everywhere. Most of them were young, loud, and clearly here for entertainment."Mr. Carter, over here!""Mr. Carter, you finally showed up! Those bastards were saying you were too scared to come and even demanding us to kneel before leaving!"Several rich heirs who had raced with Danny back in Norvale immediately gathered around him.I recognized them as I had seen them that night. They, however, didn't recognize me."Mr. Carter, you actuall

SAVANNA (VERONICA)A day had passed after the racing track incident, and news of those boys was still trending.It was now known as 'the walk of shame' to the entire world.Some were saying it served the Coral Bays, and some were criticizing the deed.None of this bothered me, anyway...After class, I stepped out of the classroom, but just as I took a step out of the class my way was blocked with some abrupt presence.It was the same group that had cornered Elena in the stairwell a few days ago."What do you want?" I asked.The brat girl, Arianna, held up a broken bracelet. "Your sister smashed this bracelet a few days ago. Since she can't pay for it, you will."Her lips curved to a lousy smirk. "Six million bucks. Dust of hands, right?"Her eyes traveled over me from head to toe, and her expression darkened with every second."And if you don't pay up, trust me, your sister's going to have a miserable

THIRD POV..."Don't panic just yet. Your brother has agreed to help. In a few days, when the problem is solved, I'll have him send it to you." Gregory whispered through the call."Rest assured, that wicked girl is fond of Ethan. She'll definitely help. If they ask you to solve problems again, I will sort it out for you.""Please dad, please do it. Or else... I'll have no choice but to die!" Elena cried."Shh, never say that!" Gregory hushed his golden duck. If anything happened to her, who would give him money?"No one's suspicious of you, right?" He hurriedly asked."No, dad. Don't worry about it." Elena wiped her tears away.She had begged Ethan a few days ago to help her convince Veronica with the math problems, but Ethan denied. Then she asked for Gregory's help.Gregory, who knew everything about her scheme, nagged Ethan, and eventually Ethan agreed."You must be careful, okay?""Yes, Dad. And," Elena explained how Veronica got involved with a rich guy in college."What? Has that

SAVANNA (VERONICA)I flipped open the notebook and turned to the first page. Right there, written neatly across the top, was Elena's name.The second I saw the handwriting, a cold, mocking smile tugged at my lips.So, to pull off her little scam, she had spent quite some time copying my handwriting stroke by stroke. Even after all that effort, she could only imitate maybe seventy or eighty percent of it.But no matter how hard she worked at it, she could never recreate the confidence, flow, and personality behind my handwriting.Because copying someone's letters wasn't the same as becoming them.No one else seemed to catch the sarcasm in my voice. Or maybe they simply weren't paying attention.They were too busy admiring the so-called genius standing in front of them."A freshman who can solve a problem this difficult is definitely a genius," I said, closing the notebook and looking at Elena. "You must've gotten a perfect score on the SAT math section, right?"George Simon answered be