MBTI high school

Chapter 62:

Chapter 62: “Will Intelligence Save Them?”

(Or how four brains can go in circles… very efficiently)

In a secluded room of the science building, a pale light flickered above a table buried under scattered papers, uncapped pens, and laptops open to six different tabs. Four figures leaned over their screens, focused, tense… and completely disagreeing on pretty much everything.

The Analysts Club was in session.
Or, as some teachers called it, “the HQ of Rational Arrogance.”

Without looking up from his keyboard, ENTJ declared:

— ENTJ: “Getting full marks isn’t an option. It’s a moral obligation.”

— ENTP: “You do know the grade doesn’t go past 20, right?”

ENTP was busy inventing a new mnemonic method based on memes.

— ENTJ: “Then we’ll break the scale. I say we write an essay so brilliant they’ll have to invent a new distinction. Like… Legendary Mention.”

— INTP (emotionless): “You mean… like INFJ?”

Silence.

Everyone froze.

INFJ.

The poetic ghost. The artistic enigma.
The one who wrote essays like farewell letters to humanity.
The one whose philosophy paper made the math teacher cry.

— INTJ (grumbling): “Tch. INFJ is probably writing a twelve-page piece of art right now, full of useless metaphors and literary allusions.”

He typed: Efficient essay plan. No sentimentality.

— ENTJ (through clenched teeth): “And he’ll get a 20. With a handwritten note at the bottom: ‘Thank you for this inner journey.’”

— ENTP (biting into an apple like a drama series strategist): “I propose we join forces to beat him. I bring the weird ideas, INTP provides the twisted theories, and you two are the killing machines.”

— INTJ (muttering, eyeing ENTJ): “I refuse to team up with someone who color-codes their documents.”

— ENTJ (annoyed): “And I refuse to collaborate with someone who studies using YouTube videos of crows flying in slow motion.”

— INTJ (shouting): “It was a neurological experiment!”

— ENTJ: “It was a visually disturbing waste of time.”

Meanwhile, INTP, who hadn’t spoken for ten minutes, looked up from her notebook.

— INTP (deadpan): “You do realize that if we combined our forces, we could create… the ultimate document. The perfect revision sheet. The Matrix.”

A moment of silence. Then, slowly, ENTP straightened up, inspired.

— ENTP: “What if… we built an AI from our notes? An AI specialized in the final exam.”

— INTJ (already typing): “I can code that.”

— ENTJ (already on LinkedIn): “I can sell it.”

— ENTP (already prepping his test kit): “I can test it. And break it. To find its limits.”

— INTP: “And I’ll write a sarcastic conclusion in the final report.”

And so, the unthinkable happened.

An alliance.

ENTJ & INTJ, sworn enemies of the bac, shook hands with a murderous yet respectful look.
ENTP & INTP high-fived with far too much satisfaction for people who had just planned what was essentially intellectual cheating… ethically, of course.

— ENTJ (vowing): “This machine will surpass INFJ.”

— INTJ (a little too serious): “It will surpass humanity.”

— ENTP (firmly): “And it will have a sexy voice.”

— INTP: “I like the idea. But you know what? If INFJ wins, I’d almost be happy. Tragedy is beautiful.”

They stared at her.

— The others: “Shut up, INTP.”