Isabella was fast, incredibly fast when she was teaching the class. But even then, her voice was loud, and she made sure to back up every single one of her words with concrete proof, which was usually displayed on the large screen.
Unlike the day before when the youths were simply introduced to the war and the Zorvan threat, the lecture for today was meant to delve into said threat.
Isabella talked about the Zorvans.
Not about the war, not about their technology or even how they fought, but about them as a species.
Their anatomy, their personalities, how their bodies looked, their language, etc.
The list was endless. She listed out everything that humanity knew so far about them.
The war was brutal, the dead bodies of both humans and the Zorvan littered the earth.
It wasn't difficult to acquire the bodies, live or dead, of the Zorvan and perform experiments on them.
Of course, this topic was broad, so broad that a measly 5 hours wasn't even enough to cover even 0.5% of this aspect.
During the lecture, Atticus found himself becoming completely engrossed in everything Isabella was explaining.
It was unlike what he was expecting when he saw the course title.
She meticulously explained every concept to the last detail, offering simple and concise explanations that even 8 year olds would find understandable.
There were no unnecessary details; everything she talked about was necessary and relevant to the topic she was explaining.
And most importantly, she wasn't boring! This had always been the problem with teachers in most schools back on Earth.
Although they really had the knowledge and were actually good at providing simple explanations to the students, they were all dangerously boring!
Isabella managed to captivate her audience.
Atticus rapidly absorbed every word and explanation coming out of her mouth. Her simple and concise manner of explaining made it easier for him to understand everything without even needing a second thought.
Throughout the duration of the class, the whole hall was silent. with everyone's full attention on the lecture.
Many would find it surprising that a bunch of 15 year olds, although they were each tiered, they were all not used to sitting down in class and readily listening to the same person talking over and over again without any signs of weariness. But not a single one of them was sleeping or even dozing off.
That was just how captivating Isabella's lecture was.
After 5 hours, a time many of them would consider short because of how intensely they had been paying attention to the lecture, "That would be all," Isabella ended the class.
Clicking on the obsidian surface, she turned off the large screen.
And then she picked up her smoothie cup, which was already basically empty after taking numerous sips during the 5 hour duration, and with a quick glance at Atticus, she started walking out of the classroom, the door closing behind her.
Just like yesterday, it took a second for the students to register that Isabella had already left the classroom.
And when they did, they each started standing up and heading out of the class.
Kael immediately turned to Atticus as soon as Isabella left, "Ready?" he asked.
Atticus nodded in response, and just as he was about to stand up, Kael suddenly continued, "You're not going to ask he-" His words were abruptly cut short by Atticus, who shot him a stare.
It was the kind of look that needed no words.
Kael instantly listened and didn't say anything again.
Atticus quickly stood up, grabbed Kael, and started walking out of the room before Kael would say something he shouldn't.
Stepping out of the class, they both kept walking towards the elevator at the end of the hall.
After walking for a while, and seeing that they were at a fair distance away from the class, "Why didn't you ask her out now?" Kael spoke up, asking.
Atticus looked forward and turned to look behind him the next second, checking to see if there were any students around them. Seeing there was none, he decided to respond,
"That's not the kind of mood you ask a girl out, man."
Kael had been completely right on the mark before. Atticus was truly smitten by Zoey. Even from the first time he had seen her just before the entrance test at the expanse, he had been instantly hooked.
It was the type of feeling that just spontaneously popped up, a feeling he just couldn't explain.
He had immediately wanted to approach her there and then, but even he saw how stupid that would have been.
Atticus' current view on women wasn't what many who knew him would think.
Many would simply assume that because Atticus was so serious and always training, he would find dating or even getting married to be a bother.
But they wouldn't expect that this was very far from the truth.
Despite his logical mindset, Atticus was a subtle believer in destiny.
Despite actively trying to become strong and change the fate the being who sent him here had preordained for him, that didn't mean he was trying to change his destiny.
Destiny was the end goal, the finished product. There was no changing that.
It was called destiny because no matter how powerful one gets, no matter how many people one kills in a bid to change something, what eventually happens is your destiny.
What would happen would happen.
But that didn't mean you should simply sit on your ass and do nothing just because what would happen would happen.
That was simply being stupid. For anyone to be that stupid, his or her destiny would reflect that.
Atticus also believed that you should strive to do your best at anything you do.
Even after all the powers he had gained and all the blood and sweat he had shed, if at the end of the day Atticus should still succumb and lose, although it would be profoundly painful and unwilling, he would still be able to take pride in himself for giving it his whole all.