Nonsense

"Ivy, why aren't you going in?"

The voice of Professor Smith came from behind, and Ivy turned to see Professor Smith, whom she hadn't seen in years, walking toward her with a smile.

It had been three years, and the professor, who had been immersed in research, now had a few strands of white hair at his temples and a tired look on his face. However, upon seeing his star student, his fatigued eyes were filled with excitement.

Ivy was a genius that Professor Smith had never encountered in his half-century of teaching. If not for the mistake three years ago, her achievements would have surpassed his.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.

At this moment, the classmates who had been making noise also fell silent.

The door to the private room opened, and Professor Smith happily stepped aside to let Ivy in. As soon as she entered, she could clearly see the undisguised aversion and disdain in the eyes of everyone in the room, especially from the one who had been the lo