Chapter 404
Chapter 404:
She turned on the laser pointer and aimed it at a key data point on the screen. The room went quiet, everyone silently cheering her on, hoping she wouldn’t stumble and tarnish Esaham University’s reputation.
“This data is irrelevant.” Fernanda spoke up, her voice clear and engaging as she moved the pointer. “Our analysis should start here and model the ECL. The risk factors involved are…”
At Fernanda’s first words, Jordyn’s smile froze. As she heard what came next, it dawned on her: she had underestimated Fernanda.
Her explanations were sharp, her logic impeccable. The case was complex, full of dense calculations. Fernanda handled it with ease, giving precise numbers and using symbols for the trickier parts.
The crowd, initially tense, was now engrossed, following her thought process as if guided by a light.
Fernanda kept it simple, allowing everyone to follow along easily. Those who had been stuck found clarity in her words, as if a light had suddenly turned on.
She and Jordyn talked it over for a good ten minutes.
Jordyn bit her lip, realizing things weren’t going her way. Her competitive spirit kicked into high gear.
Their discussion started off smooth, but Jordyn began to dive into theories and examples that were a bit too complex, almost alienating.
Fernanda stopped speaking.
“Why did you stop answering?” Jordyn’s smile sharpened, laced with mockery.
“Did you miss something?”
“Yes.” Fernanda nodded, her honesty unwavering. “I didn’t catch your last point.” The students nearby didn’t bat an eyelid; they were just as lost.
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A wave of victory washed over Jordyn, her satisfaction palpable.
She was pleased to see that Fernanda’s earlier confidence had vanished. Now Fernanda couldn’t maintain her act, huh!
Jordyn hoped that Fernanda now realized she was no match for her and would stop getting ahead of herself.
Despite her inner triumph, Jordyn’s expression remained neutral, her smile turning apologetic. “Sorry, I got carried away and dove too deep.”
“Yes, I’ve addressed your initial question. I didn’t need to get involved in the rest,” Fernanda responded. “Miss Becker, you’re a PhD in Economics, and I’m just a freshman in Esports. It’s no wonder I couldn’t follow your professional dialogue.”
Jordyn’s smile froze again.
She had wanted to show that no matter how well Fernanda responded, Fernanda couldn’t outshine her. Now, Jordyn realized she had unfairly used her expertise to challenge someone from a completely different field.
She scanned the room. The students’ expressions and nods clearly aligned with Fernanda’s perspective.
Suddenly, a voice shouted, “Bravo!” sparking a resounding wave of applause that filled the room.
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