For the entire rest of the class, everyone experienced what a true slap in the face felt like. Not only a slap in the face, but a profound shock to their very souls!
Mr. Marshall's palms were sweating, though it was unclear whether from excitement or shock. In any case, he could no longer think straight. He simply held a competition math workbook mechanically, writing question after question on the blackboard.
For every question he wrote, Iris Dalton wrote the answer right next to it. The time gap between their chalk strokes was no more than five seconds.
The students sitting below hadn't even finished copying the question before Iris's answer was already on the board! What kind of brain was that? Even an AI supercomputer couldn't be faster than her!
Eventually, everyone grew numb to it and gave up copying the questions entirely. They couldn't care less anymore. They couldn't breach the realm of an academic god, so they might as well accept their mediocrity and coast along!
