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Dexter's actions drew in everyone's attention naturally.

"He is truly bold enough to answer, surprisingly."

"F*ck me. That's impressive. I'm only capable of writing down the word 'solved'. He has won in the word count section at the very least."

"He's just pretending. I bet that he's about to blindly write down and use the formula that he knows."

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Originally, Professor Andrew was already close to the brink of an emotional outburst. He was only waiting to vent his pent up anger as soon as Dexter made a mistake. However, he was stupefied when he saw the content written on the blackboard. His lips twitched but he could not even utter a word.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Only the sound of Dexter writing on the blackboard could be heard in the entire classroom.

Formulas appeared out of thin air in succession as Dexter's chalk kept writing. There were some commonly-used as well as unconventional formulas learned from freshman year until senior year. Dexter utilized them with such proficiency and he was capable of stringing up the different formulas to perfection.

The dregs of the class would naturally not be able to understand the process of solving the problem. There were only the minority of straight-A students in the class that were fully astonished by his performance. In their eyes, it felt as if the question seemed to have come alive in Dexter's hands. So it turned out that these formulas could be utilized in such a manner; so it turned out that it was necessary to use this formula in this question.

Mark looked at Dexter in astonishment as if Dexter's entire body shimmered with radiance. Even though Mark had no idea what was happening, Dexter appeared to be a formidable person.

At last, the answer of 'd=2' was unveiled perfectly.

"He solved it surprisingly. Is the answer truly equal to 2?"

"F*ck. Is that for real? I can feel that my view of the world is on the brink of collapse."

"That can't be, right. Could it be that Dexter is truly a hidden straight-A student?"

"Could it be that his ability to score 0 in every examination is utterly not depended on his luck but his capability!"

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Every single person was dumbstruck with amazement. Dexter's performance triggered a great disturbance in their minds as they broke out in an uproar.

"Quiet down!" Andrew glared with his ferocious eyes to suppress every person's restless emotions. "Do not disturb Student Dexter from solving the problem!"

'The answer is out, isn't it. How is the problem unsolved yet?'

The people looked up. Their eyes were widened so much such that their eyeballs were almost rolling out of their eye sockets. Dexter was using a second method to solve the problem now to everyone's surprise!

Dexter had changed his perspective and was utilizing another type of formula and method this time. He wielded his writing tool energetically.

His speed was even swifter than the previous attempt this time. Similarly, the answer was d=2.

Dexter remained holding on to the chalk in his hand despite demonstrating the application of two methods. He stood in front of the blackboard as if he was lost in thought.

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In the next moment, he wrote the number '4' next to the second method.

There was a fo-fourth method?

Professor Andrew found that he was breathing quicker now. He was in way bigger shock compared to the students of the entire class.

It could be said that this particular problem was a combination of all the difficult parts in high school. One would need to utilize some unconventional formulas to solve it. Some parts had even surpassed the high school syllabus. However, Dexter was capable of solving the problem by utilizing all the learned knowledge proficiently. Andrew found that he was ashamed of his inferiority to Dexter's capability despite being a teacher.

Prof Andrew's pupils constricted abruptly for a moment upon seeing the third method. It felt just like he was seeing a brand new universe. He could not help muttering aloud from the corner of his mouth, "So it turns out that the problem can be solved this way."

Impressive. Dexter's fourth method was to solve the problem by drawing a diagram!

It was simple yet effective. One could directly perceive that the answer to this problem was 2 just by looking at the diagram.

"Sorcerer, he's a sorcerer!"

Prof. Andrew felt like he had lost his soul. He wished that he could throw himself upon the blackboard for he felt like he was supposed to be the student while Dexter was the teacher.

"Sigh. It won't fit on the blackboard anymore." Dexter heaved a sigh softly, only then he placed down the chalk.

'Could it be that he still has a fifth method to solve the problem?'

Several students covered their mouths in amazement and were close to tears.

Such an abnormal prodigy actually existed in this world. There was no one to blame but the injustice of heaven!

"Dexter's problem-solving process is extremely perfect. All four of his methods are flawlessly excellent. Take note and learn from this, everyone." Andrew praised Dexter's performance ferociously, followed by patting Dexter's shoulder. His prior fierceness had vanished without a trace and was replaced with kindness and gratitude. "You have truly proven yourself to be a student of mine. You're impressive! From this day on, you're allowed to not to pay attention in my lesson as long as you don't disrupt the other students from learning."

Dexter walked back to his seat calmly under the watchful eyes of every person in the room. Mark was already dumbstruck with bewilderment earlier. He mouthed the word 'you're f*cking lit' to Dexter.

Dexter brushed his shoulders off gracefully as if his earlier accomplishment was nothing. He exchanged the mathematics textbook on his table with his notebook .

He was writing furiously and rifling through the pages so swiftly in a manner that was utterly unlike reading a book. However, the rest of the people revealed an enlightened expression one after another upon seeing Dexter's mannerisms. Perhaps, this was the difference between a prodigy and the rest of the ordinary people.

Dexter is planning giving this notebook to Mark if anyone see this they can practically become a matte-mathesian.

Ring ding ding!

At the bell ringing of the final lesson, a day of learning had come to an end. Every student was packing up their bags in an orderly manner as they prepared to go home.

Dexter handed his notebook at Mark and patted his shoulders.

What is this?

Dexter replied with a smile . A book that can make you a genius.

Do you want to go to computer shop? Mark asked and treated Dexter said as a joke.

No

Where are you going?

Goin home.