Novel & Cerita A Mind For Numbers

I was a growing lad, constantly fucking hungry. I continued the trend of a cheese sandwich and a bowl of ramen or a tin of beans after I left home to attend the most prestigious college for geniuses, such as yours fucking truly. There were a few kids in my class that were equally as good as I was, but I also had numbers. I was a god damned human fucking calculator. It was fucking crazy how quick I could do math. I could recite the first 300 digits of pi without even having to think about it. Who the fuck needed to know pi though, it was something I would probably never even use.

"Are you seriously reading my mind again?" “I’m not doing anything,” I said evenly. “You’re the one thinking too loud.” His jaw tightened. "I hate having a mind reader around." “Yeah,” I said softly, turning away. “You’ve been pretty consistent about that.”

She could feel a hot liquid from her nose. The person who owns the mind is in a room. This room was a bit strange because there were so many colored curtains. She saw Tristan and Brent there with their mother. 'You're a rookie, Miss, but I won't let you disturb my mind. ' Tristan, Brent, and even their mother were shocked as the opposite woman suddenly cried with pain. Then she fainted. *****

Every node was precise. "The math doesn't care if you see the letters backward, Gianna," he said, his voice dropping an octave. He looked at me, his eyes dark and intense behind his glasses, "The math only cares about the pattern. You see the pattern better than anyone I’ve ever hired. Stop fighting the words. Start feeling the flow of the numbers."

I stare at the numbers until they begin to blur. After a few seconds, I take the pencil from in between her fingers and begin to write on a plain sheet of paper beside the binder. After half a minute, I turn to her and carefully explain how I got the answer. Once I'm done, a smile lights up her face and her green eyes crinkle at the edges. "You're a fucking genius, Alicia. If I didn't know it before, I certainly do now." Pride fills my veins and I smirk. Numbers have always come easy to me. It's why I'm working as an accountant at Harry's cargo instead of inside a hospital.

Ivy tugged at my sleeve and fretted, "Have you lost your mind? Are you seriously going to let them get away with this?" I smiled because I finally understood why Sophie had always known what I was thinking before I did. She hadn't used a hidden camera or any kind of AI algorithm. She definitely couldn't read minds either.

And each time he did, it felt like a boulder crushing his chest, leaving him in pain and unease. That was when his phone rang, and I spoke icily like a robot from the other end, "I have Nathan." James floored the brakes as he swerved to the curb, his fingers clenching around his steering wheel as a very scary thought occurred to him. I knew.

Words fired out at machine-gun speed. "Why is the human looking at me? Does she like me? Does she hate me? Does she like or hate me? Why is she still circling me? "Will she nuzzle me? Can I nuzzle her? Does she like me? Does she hate me? What—" Her thoughts were annoyingly loud and chaotic. I pretended to circle her a few more times, but mentally, I was drowning in her psychic high-speed rambling. Rather than overthinking, I decided to go on the offensive and deploy some cunning tricks.

'He likes my dad!' I exclaimed inwardly. My dad jerked in shock, shattering the bowl he was holding. 'What's with him tonight? It's like he suddenly developed Parkinson's,' I thought to myself, bemused. I abandoned my meal and dove into a deep rabbit hole of gossip. 'The butler has been in our family for ten years now. From the moment he applied for the job, he was utterly smitten with my dad's refined charm and striking looks. The more time they spent together, the deeper his feelings grew, to the point of complete obsession.'

he chuckled. "I am intelligent, considered a genius by some but I have my flaws, I hardly remember numbers that is more than 7 digits, I lack sense of direction. I am the only son" I feel like he is not going deep, there is something stopping him from being open to me "Is that all?"