Afternoon.It was already time for the physics contest registration. Caspian accompanied Phineas to submit their group members list.“Long time no see.” It was Caddel, one of the members of Clayton's group of bullies, who spoke. He turned out to be the person in charge of collecting the student list data. The mockery in his tone was obvious.Caspian's eyes narrowed as he approached Caddel, who was collecting the student list data. Caddel's smirk grew wider as he saw Caspian and his tone turned hostile.“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The loser has decided to show up.”Caspian's grip on his pen tightened as he recalled the past encounter where Caddel had humiliated him alongside Clayton and their other group members.He ignored Caddel's jibe, trying to keep his cool. He had not forgotten and didn't think he'd even forget that encounter.“Just register us, Senior Caddel. We are not here to cause or accept trouble.” Phineas said, noticing the tension.But Caddel wouldn't let u

Jaws dropped, eyes widened, and faces paled as Mr. Emmanuel and Principal Benjamin Moore gazed at the physics paper in utter disbelief. The three most challenging questions, once deemed unsimplified, now boasted clear, concise solutions, each one a masterpiece of simplicity. “What in the world...?” Principal Moore trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper. Mr. Emmanuel's eyes darted back and forth, scrutinizing every line, every equation, every solution. “This is impossible. No student can...can...do this!” Just then, a knock at the door broke the stunned silence. Principal Moore, still in a daze, called out, “Enter!” The door creaked open, and a man from the Bureau of Education stepped inside, his face ashen yet filled with excitement. “Principal Moore, I...I couldn't believe my eyes. I had to see it for myself.” He approached the desk, his eyes fixed on the paper, and his voice trembled. “These solutions...they're...they're revolutionary. The way they've simplified complex c

“Leave!?” Clayton sneered. “Who let you leave this place before me? You're too confident and I hate it.” He immediately moved forward and tried to grab Caspian’s shirt but Caspian acted fast and agile as he decisively moved away before Clayton could reach him. “I hate how proud you sound. But who am I to complain?” Caspian adjusted the collar of his shirt as he spoke. Disdain filled his voice. “Never in your entire life, try to touch me before even grabbing me. Don't make me let you regret it.” He warned. Clayton instantly felt insulted at once. This brat!! How did this good-for-nothing pretty face get the audacity to talk back at him? Is it because of his scholarship and useless achievements? Let's see how far he can go. His eyes blazed with evil intent as he chuckled. Clayton's face reddened with rage as he recalled the incident involving h Caddel which had caused him to be too embarrassed to go out with him. He knew he had to take revenge for Caddel if he wanted him