Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 415

The clacking of keys filled the room, making it sound like she was deep into some intense gaming session. But that was far from the truth...

Eilies and Cynthia exchanged a look, deciding it was best to keep quiet. Frustrated, they compared Flora's source code with their own and started making revisions. With Flora's code as a guide, they quickly wrapped up the rest of their work.

By 6 p.m., they had sent the completed website to their teacher's email, right on schedule.

Class began at 7:30 p.m. Students trickled into the computer lab. Flora, Eilies, and Cynthia slipped into the last two rows just as the clock struck time, their late arrival leaving them no other choice.

"I've received and reviewed your website assignments. Most of you did pretty well, but Flora's work stood out," Mr. Abbott, the web design instructor, announced as he walked to the front of the room. His voice was calm, giving nothing away: "Flora's project exceeded my expectations. She used advanced techniques that aren't usually in a beginner's toolkit."

The class felt a shift in the atmosphere.

Mr. Abbott pressed on, "Flora, be straight with me. Did you buy this code online?"

His tone was already softer than the frustration he had felt when he first saw the code. Even a junior in computer science might struggle to produce something so polished. Flora, a freshman in the medical faculty who was just starting with DW and hadn't even mastered the basics, seemed an unlikely candidate for such a feat.

The quality of the submissions varied widely, but Flora's was in a league of its own. Mr. Abbott could handle the learning curve, knowing everyone starts somewhere, but he couldn't accept the idea of someone buying their way through.

Flora stood, her gaze unwavering, "I didn't."

"Why don't we project this on everyone's screen?" someone suggested.

The class quickly agreed, eager to see an expert at work and maybe catch some drama.

With Flora's consent, Mr. Abbott mirrored her screen to all the computers in the lab. Everyone's screen now displayed what Flora was working on.

Flora browsed through the materials, getting a feel for the client's needs, before launching the design software. As she started coding, Mr. Abbott frowned slightly. Normally, you'd outline the whole framework before diving into the code to avoid getting stuck midway.

"Flora, you—" Mr. Abbott began to offer some advice but stopped short, his eyes glued to the screen.