All Novel Sweet
Chapter 541
No matter how hard Summer tried, it seemed like all eyes were invariably drawn to Mirabella. It wasn’t just at school, even the Gilbert family seemed to be under het spell.
Summer’s thoughts drifted to her birth mother, who, lately, had been subtly probing her for information about the Davis family and occasionally inquired about Mimbella. It irked her to no end
She had firmly decided to sever all ties with the Davis family, so her mother’s relentless curiosity was the last thing she needed. Several times, the thought of moving out of the Gilberts had crossed her mind. But the realization that she no longer held the spotlight in the talent agency and that her career prospects were being hindered, stripped her of the courage to leave the comforts of the Gilbert home.
The bell signaling the start of class rang, and Summer took a deep breath. She really been able to focus on, into her backpack.
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The results of the math competition were out for barely a moment when Mr. Brown, the head of the math department, couldn’t wait to summon her to his office. “Mirabella, could you walk me through your thought process for these two problems?” he asked eagerly
Mr. Brown, who also taught the Advanced Class, was holding a copy of the second exam paper Mirabella had taken, which was neatly
filled with her solutions.
Mirabella cleared her throat and briskly outlined her approach to the problems.
Mr. Brown had a passion for dissecting mathematical puzzles. He had come across Mirabella’s test paper, which revealed a solving method that seemed quite avant–garde, eerily resembling the new theoretical framework he had been striving to formulate for the past six months.
After listening to Mirabella’s straightforward explanation, Mr. Brown felt an epiphany wash over him. He looked at her, genuinely curious, and asked, “How long did you study these theories and strategies?”
Mirabella paused. Weren’t these solutions intuitively simpler and more efficient? Did they really require study?
After a brief thought, she answered modestly, “Around a week or two, I guess. Considering it was a question from her teacher, she felt it was appropriate to respond with humility.
Mr. Brown fell silent. A week or two? What about the six months he had spent without perfecting his method?
If it weren’t for Mirabella’s modest demeanor, he might have suspected she was deliberately undermining him.
Clearing his throat, Mr. Brown walked back to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out an A4 sheet with pre–printed problems on it Handing it to Mirabella, he said, “Take a look at these two problems. Work on them when you have time and bring them back to me.”
After a pause, he added, “Can you do it in a week?”
Mirabella glanced at the problems on the sheet and quietly replied, “… I should be able to.”
Pleased with her answer, Mr. Brown nodded, “Alright then, bring it to me by next Friday.”
“Okay” Mirabella simply agreed.
She could have finished them before the end of the school day, but seeing Mr. Brown’s expression that suggested these problems are tough, it may take a long time to solve,” she chose to keep any additional comments to herself.
After reminding Mirabella to remember to do the problems, Mr. Brown didn’t hold her up any longer, allowing her to return to class
As Mirabella exited the office, she happened to bump into Morgan, the Prodigy Class math teacher, rounding the corner.