Books For Geniuses Novels & Stories

＜Xavier POV＞ --------------- Curiosity gets the best of me. I came back from the club late at night and went to the gym early in the morning. Today was the day I had been waiting for. I was excited to meet the King's leader. I heard a lot about her. How she doubled the King's power overnight. As instructed I reached the spot on time. Surprisingly King's headquarters were not underground, or some shady place that makes you puke. Nothing you could imagine of a dangerous mob gang trend. It was a quite elite-looking mansion, surrounded by the forest as far as one could see.

He tentatively called out, "Grandpa, Grandma..." Upon hearing Alexander's voice, Anna's heart melted. She bent down, gently touched Alexander's little cheek, and asked with a soft tone, "Noah, it's been so long since you've seen Grandma. Do you miss Grandma?" Even though she knew she wouldn't get a response, she couldn't help but ask whenever she saw Noah. After all, he was her only grandson, and despite speaking less, he was incredibly clever and intelligent.

Completely, painfully average. "Bernice?" I flinched in surprised. I turned to see Zach standing behind me, holding a couple of books. Honestly, with how cold he usually acted, you'd never know Zach was some kind of genius. If we're talking book-smart vibes, Genesis, with his glasses, had beat Zach by a mile. Zach walked over, put his books on the table, and tilted his head slightly as he looked at what I was working on. My notebook was filled with messy scribbles and random doodles.

He was one of the most brilliant hackers in the world. Each of the boys was born a genius, their IQs ranging from 195 to 205. The boys were extremely fit because they had been in martial arts since the age of three. By the age of 12, they stood 5’10 and weighed 150 pounds, all muscle, with green eyes and fire-red hair just like their father and uncles. There were so many girls chasing after them that their parents placed bodyguards around them. They each attended a gifted private school for boys... not only to keep the girls at bay but also for social awareness. Xavier, however, had a private tutor. By the time they were 15, there was nothing else anybody could teach them.

The purpose of such designing is to cater to players form different regions and cultural background. When we shape the game characters, how to make those characters be popular among players from different cultural backgrounds and regions? The answer is that we can choose to cater to the cultural identity of players. Cultural identity is the common understanding and recognition of people's cultural tendency. People use the same cultural symbols, inherit common cultural ideas, follow common ways of thinking and behaviors, and pursue common cultural ideals. These are the basis for cultural identity. Huntington believes that people of different nationalities often answer "who we are" with the th

It looked old and valuable, and I knew that it had to be important. I walked over to the book and opened it up, my heart racing as I read the title: "Genetics and the Possibility of Superhumans." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The book discussed the potential for people with wolf-like abilities to exist, and the scientific methods that could be used to create them.

Tonight, he would seek the solutions he need. The study reeked of old leather and cigar smoke; the desk lamp's weak light threw long shadows all across the space. He looked over the bookcases, his gaze tightening with each book title he examined. At least on the surface, they were just legalese, property transactions, and corporate records, nothing of interest. Theodore, however, was not searching for books. He sought for something more profound.

's question was unfamiliar to me. "Don't worry, it's just a quiz. You won't be judged by just one quiz." I said this with a smile. It's true. Even the smart ones, if they don't study, it will be really difficult. Genius is different from studious. The genius, that's just a rag, you know right away, the studious almost spends his whole life studying and memorizing the entire book. You understand what you read differently than just memorizing it. Stupid schools on earth. Exam, they say enumeration. Education nowadays is teaching students just to memorize not to understand deeper.

“Shh, they're just two books, surely you don't have a problem with that, do you?” The books Professor Nelson dumped on the were indeed large. Each copy was as big as three Oxford Dictionaries joined together. “The essence of being an expert in your field requires lots of hardwork. And these are what prepares one for the real world! This is Stage Four, the Mental Fortitude Test. If you're able to read all these books and memorise the content in your head by Friday night, then you should be considered a genius among geniuses. Get to work!” If someone had forewarned Anderson about the sweat of being a genius, “for the sake of revenge”, he would probably never have believed it.