When Elena Pavlovna returned, Anton didn’t just have the answers; he had a messy, handwritten page of logic. He didn't use the "GDZ" to cheat; he used it as a bridge. He passed the test, the Spirit vanished back into the cloud, and Anton realized that while the answers were online, the power to solve them was always in his head.
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Anton stared at the book. The problems were written in a language that felt like ancient hieroglyphics. He tried to calculate the hypotenuse, but his brain felt like it was full of cotton wool. Desperate, he pulled out his phone and typed the forbidden words into the search bar: When Elena Pavlovna returned, Anton didn’t just have
Anton hesitated. He looked at Elena Pavlovna, then back at the blue ghost. "Can't you just... explain it simply? Like we’re friends?" He tried to calculate the hypotenuse, but his
