The entire next period was an education for everyone in what it felt like to eat their words.
It wasn't just a slap in the face; it was a shock to their very souls!
Mr. Marshall's palms were sweating, and he couldn't tell if it was from excitement or shock.
In any case, he could no longer think straight. He just mechanically held a book of competition problems and kept writing them on the board.
For every problem he wrote, Iris Dalton would write the answer right after.
The time between him finishing a problem and her starting the answer was no more than five seconds.
The students below hadn't even finished copying the problem before Iris Dalton had already written down the answer!
'What kind of brain is that?'
'Not even an AI could be faster than her!'
Eventually, everyone just went numb and gave up on copying the problems.
Screw it.
They couldn't break into the world of an academic goddess, but they could at least lie down and accept defeat!
