All Chapters of My Nightly Grind Turned Sis Into a Prodigy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

8 Chapters

Chapter 1

"Solana, where's your pay for this month? And where the hell have you been?"Mom's shrill voice pierced through the thin wooden boards of the attic, buzzing in my ears like a drill.I dragged my exhausted body down the stairs and handed over the 4,000 dollars I had just been paid.She snatched it from me, pulled out the bills, and, right in front of me, flicked through them with saliva-wet fingers, counting at speed. Then, her brows twisted into a tight knot."That's it? 4,000 dollars is barely enough to buy Mia's supplements! I bet you've just been slacking off at the factory!"My younger sister, Mia Lawson, stepped out wearing a brand-new white flowy dress, emerging from my room—no, her room now.She carried a plate of apple slices cut into little bunny shapes. Without sparing me a glance, she went straight to Mom and Dad, her voice soft and spoiled."Mom, Dad, the finals will be held in Washburn. Flights and hotels aren't cheap."Dad picked it up immediately. "My good girl,

Chapter 2

A memory suddenly surfaced.When I was little, I once had a high fever that wouldn't break. In my delirium, I felt like another "me" was fighting for something inside my mind.When I finally woke up, Mia was suddenly able to recite a classical poem I had only just learned. Meanwhile, I couldn't remember a single word of it.From that day on, it felt like there was a hole in my head. At critical moments, I would be hit by a strange emptiness, as if something had been siphoned away from me.Mia had been stealing from me—my thoughts, my knowledge, every problem I solved late into the night, and even the absent doodles I didn't think twice about.Faced with my silence, Mia lost interest and pouted. "Mom, Dad, I'm heading to my Arithmetiad class. Do Solana's earnings even cover my intensive training fees? I heard it's ten thousand a month."Mom immediately put on a fawning smile. "Of course, they do. I'll borrow more if I have to. Mia, just focus on your studies and don't get distract

Chapter 3

With that, I ignored my family's lashings and curses from behind and returned to the attic.I knew the moment I said I was going to enter the National Arithmetiad, Mia had already started "stealing". Like a greedy thief, she would siphon off everything from my head.Every concept I had built up, every problem type I had drilled, every formula I had distilled and memorized, she would copy them all. Then, in the exam hall, she would turn them all into her own glory.Unfortunately for her, I had prepared a special gift for her with my mind, one big enough to ruin everything she had.For the next two weeks, I shut myself up in the attic and cut off the world.I didn't grind through problem assets like before. Instead, I found a cracked mirror I had picked up from the trash. Every day, I stood in front of it and stared at the gaunt version of myself, repeating the same line over and over like self-hypnosis."One plus one equals three."Every time I said it, it felt like two steel nee

Chapter 4

Watching Mia step into that spotlight-drenched exam hall, I knew the show was about to begin. This competition was broadcast nationwide. The stakes couldn't have been higher.I was assigned a seat in the far corner, where the light above me flickered on and off.Once I received the paper, I skimmed the questions. More than 80% overlapped with the problem sets I had drilled day and night.I closed my eyes. In my mind, I began to construct, piece by piece, the solution paths I had prepared for Mia. Every step and formula was carefully wrong in ways that felt ingenious, almost elegant in their absurdity.At the same time, I picked up my pen and started writing the correct answers on my own paper. She could steal my thoughts, but she couldn't steal the motion of my hand on paper.She would assume instinctively that whatever I was thinking was what I was writing. She would then replicate everything in my mind to a T, including fatal mistakes, the kind that could shatter her genius imag

Chapter 5

On the day the results were announced, to ensure fairness and transparency, the television station broadcast the entire grading process live.Mom and Dad sat upright in front of the TV, rubbing their hands in excitement. The house phone had already been flooded with calls from friends and relatives, all coming in advance to congratulate them.Mia was also receiving a flood of congratulatory messages.She had already changed into the dress she planned to wear for the celebration party and even contacted the media to prepare an exclusive interview titled "The Growth Path of the Math Prodigy".Her exam paper was the first to be brought out, as she was the seeded candidate.The moment the grading team saw the auxiliary line she had drawn, the lead examiner, a highly respected white-haired professor in mathematics—Victor Euler—immediately furrowed his brow."What is this supposed to be?"He picked up the paper and looked at it repeatedly. His expression shifted from confusion to shoc

Chapter 6

Mom and Dad stared blankly at the TV, their expressions synonymous with seeing a ghost in broad daylight.Mia suddenly lifted her head and locked her gaze on my name on the screen. Disbelief and resentment filled her eyes."It's her! She did this to me!" she screamed hysterically, pointing at my image on the broadcast, almost unhinged. "Those wrong answers… She made me think them! She put them in my head! She made me write them!"Mom finally snapped out of it. She rushed toward me and raised her hand to slap me. "You little wretch! Why did you hurt your sister? You can't stand seeing her do well, can you?"I caught her wrist easily. My grip was firm enough that she winced in pain. "Hurt her?"I let out a cold laugh and pushed her hand away. "Your words should at least be backed with proof, Mom. In the exam hall, I was sitting over 30 feet away from her, separated by several rows of candidates. How exactly did I hurt her?"Or are you insinuating I controlled her pen from that dist

Chapter 7

Dad forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, waving at the cameras. "N-No, this is all just a misunderstanding. Both of our daughters are excellent. Mia just had… a temporary lapse! Yes, just a lapse!"Mom quickly pulled Mia behind her, using her body to block the cameras. "She's still young! It's normal to be unstable under pressure! Please do not put any more stress on her or even think about cyberbullying her!"They were still desperately trying to preserve Mia's ridiculous image of being a prodigy. However, the reporters weren't buying it. They knew exactly how to push.A shrill voice cut through immediately. "Unstable under pressure? What kind of instability turns pi into four? That's not a mistake. That's a basic conceptual error."With respect, that sounds less like a slip-up and more like a provocation or manufactured hype!"Another reporter followed up without hesitation. "We understand that the champion, Solana, dropped out of high school and worked in a factory,

Chapter 8

As I dragged my suitcase to the doorway, Mia suddenly rushed out and grabbed my arm tightly. Her hair was messy, her eyes red and swollen, her face so gaunt she barely looked human anymore."Solana, please, give me back my talent, okay? I'm begging you!" she pleaded, crying, collapsing onto her knees."Mom and Dad hit me every day now. They curse at me and call me 'trash.' I can't take it anymore! I really can't! If you give it back to me, I'll do anything you want! I'll be your servant—I'll even work for you and give you all my money!"I looked at her pitiful state, feeling nothing at all. If anything, I found it almost laughable. What went around came around.I slowly peeled her fingers off my arm and shoved her hand away. Leaning down slightly, I inched close to her ear and spoke in a voice only she could hear."Your talent? You've been nothing but a thief since you were little, Mia. You think I didn't know that?"Her body stiffened.I chuckled and continued, "You stole my sn

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