Whenever two geniuses meet, there is bound to be friction. Maybe it was from that repulsion to each other that the saying, two tigers cannot stay in one mountain was gotten, Mrs Carris did not know but whatever was happening in front of her was not right.
She could understand Harlan, the Dean had adopted him while he was still very young and he had grown up in Amherst College, they were all very familiar with him. Harlan was not one of most geniuses in the school, whose live combat experience was abundant, yet lacked the aura of resolute slaughter. Like flowers in a greenhouse, no matter how beautiful they bloomed, their vitality was unable to compare with the wild flowers that had experienced the baptism of wind and snow.
