Funny Smart Novels & Stories

From his desk Stefan spoke loudly and was heard by eleven other people. "Being a leader doesn't mean being smarter than others. A leader's job is to make sure that everyone is able to come up with great ideas. Leaders can be smart, but machines can be much smarter. Smart people use their brains, while wise people use their hearts. A machine will not be wise because it has no heart. The lesson to learn is to be a wise leader who always uses the heart and is willing to listen to ideas from anyone."

" Ian frowned at the question. Ian (8:15 pm) : What kind stupid question are you asking? Irritating Twat (8:16 pm) : Don't know the answer? Ian (8:16 pm): No. Irritating Twat (8:17 pm) : Because it is made out of cells! Haha! Ian gaped at the message for a long time before a small laugh escaped his mouth. The joke was really lame but it was funny.

The curved section of the wall was nowhere near deep enough to offer her enough room to hide. Heh. He could not help but chuckle at such a humorous scene. The bodyguard was about to say something when he suddenly heard Odell’s chuckle. He asked with intrigue, “Master Carter, what are you laughing at?" “Nothing, I just thought of a joke." This only confused the bodyguard further. Before he could make sense of what was happening, Odell suddenly added, "There's this pig that thinks it’s the smartest pig in the world. In truth, it’s unbelievably stupid and clumsy, but it’s too stupid to even realize it.”

I reply with the best answer I can come up with. "Okay. It's not really odd. Many of us like to do a lot of things. And it keeps changing with time." Shruti agrees Mine doesn't. "You both talk so weird." Interrupts Harsh, who I guess is done killing his enemies on the battlefield confined to his expensive phone screen. "We don't talk about you, boy." Shruti winks at me. Who said that she isn't smart? I already like her. Harsh stares at her for a few seconds, not getting what she means. But later his mouth forms an 'O' as if realisation finally dawned upon him.

Does he know that I used to cuss himself to die quickly? "Your brain, which is only as small as a peanut, is not comparable to mine, knowing your cunning brain is easy for me." Edmund snapped his fingers, emphasizing the little he meant. I sneered irritably. Next time I have to be smarter than him. You can't lose to Edmund, Em! "So what, stupid girl?" Edmund laughed with amusement, he took jokes, and I was like a complete fool. I clenched my fists. You can reply one day, Em! You can!

He catches me watching him, and knows why I'm wearing a shocked expression. "I-it's just...stupid," He then says. "Change of words from your sudden crafty ones a while ago." "Yeah, well. I'm usually a smart cookie when I'm high as fuck." I tuck in my lips to hide the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, though Sebastian already catches it and my attempt to hide it; I don't want him seeing me respond to his negative comments, but that one in particular, I found funny, to be completely honest. Even though he's a dumbass who doesn't take anything seriously, he has a sense of humor going for him.

It was about being smarter. And in this, no one beat me.

“Maybe we could go someplace where it’s not so loud.” “Like the other side of campus?” I ask with a laugh. I can’t imagine a quiet place anywhere in the house. He laughs, too. “You’re funny. I can tell you’re smart. Not a lot of girls around here are.” Oof. Here we go. Now he’s going to praise me for being not like the other girls. “So you know all the girls around here?” His smile slips a little. “You know what I mean. Too many girls play dumb or are dumb. It takes a smart girl to be really funny.”

You would have to be smart, really, really smart, and if you can't be smart, then I am sorry, baby, this would keep on repeating itself. Just put it into a normal day transaction. Be smart and not hardworking you would beat anyone in your circle. Being smart can come in so many ways, but you just have to be two steps ahead of them," he said with a smile. She rolled her eyes, heaved a sigh, and hit her head on the pillow. "In other words, you are not sorry about what you did. You see it as a strategy, and you would do it again, right? That is what you are insinuating?" she asked.

The sound that escaped was a low, rumbling chuckle, eyes glinting as he watched her animatedly gesture at him. “You’re blaming me for your grades?” he asked, still laughing softly, a dangerous, amused undertone threading through his voice. “Yes!” she exclaimed, throwing her head back dramatically. “All your fault! You’re the reason my brain isn’t working!” He shook his head, laughter spilling out now, echoing lightly in the study. The sound was warm yet teasing, and Timtim felt herself softening slightly despite her frustration. She rolled her eyes at him, trying to regain her composure, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her, tugging into a small, amused smile.