Genius Test Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

'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.

He spared me a glance before hanging up the call and focusing on me. “I have your first solo job. Are you ready?” He watched me carefully, as if to gauge any second thoughts. I had none. “What’s the job?” I asked instead. He smirked, satisfied with my confidence. He pulled out a package from his desk drawer and slid it towards me. I picked it up. “Everything you need is in here,” he informed me. I looked down at the brown package in my hands. Opening it, I found a gun and several photographs of a man. There was also a document with his name, occupation, and address: Dhyanesh Singh, owner of a record company.

the mage asked, his gaze sharp. “Yes,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely sure I did. "The first stage of the Maze of Wisdom has five challenges you must overcome. You'd need to efficienctly solve the task of each floor to get to the next one. Your speed, decisiveness, calmness, and resilience would be judged and calculated. If you make it to the top thirty amongst the participants, you'd be able to partake in the next and final stage of the selection test for intelligence. Do you have any questions?"

I had refused all interviews to avoid trouble, so most people only knew my surname—Summer—and that I was the Science Academy's mysterious young genius. Sabrina mocked me in every way she could, and Jared didn't lift a finger to stop her. Instead, he nodded. "Do as she says and wait outside. I'm about to meet Professor Summer and present my theory. If she sees my potential, I could be granted an exceptional spot at the Science Academy." I gave a faint, knowing smile. "Professor Summer?" Sabrina looked at me with utter disdain, clearly thinking I didn't know someone so famous. "Professor Summer is a genius in the research community! If she recognizes your abilities, you could skyrocket to the

I'm in his office, standing while he goes through his computer, looking at the feedback from the test I took about four hours ago. "I can't believe this," he mumbles. "I'm sorry, Mister Ray," I exhale, "I really tried my best, but i–" "Are you kidding me?! You aced it! I have never seen a student get such a high score on the test, and to think that you wrote for both the arts and the sciences! You are a genius!" I take a few steps back, because I feel like I am going to pass away from the relief. "Are you, sure sir?"

President was fine. Okay, all you have to do, Josh, is not mess up in front of your family. They deserve everything. Even the trophy and the status. Josh’s perfect image was labeled on his mind as a question popped out from the host. “Who was the first major math genius of the United States in 1885!” Josh’s hand blew down on the buzzer. Clink! “Josiah Willard Gibbs!” Josh yelled with enthusiasm. His corneas leaped for a moment and his heartbeat sped up.

he lifted the corners of his mouth and said jokingly, with a look of affection on his face. "My IQ scores more than 160, why am I stupid?" She folded her arms across her chest and puffed out her cheeks while glaring at him. She was just a little muddled, but the geniuses with high IQ were all muddled in some ways. "You scored more than 160 in IQ test? I didn't see that!" Daniel said in a playful tone, with an expression that he couldn't believe. Teasing the little idiot had already become one of his favorite things to do.

“Yeah, I didn't know he was that genius either. That was the first time." “Haven't you seen the signs before?” Shanon took the first bite of her pie and nodded. “Since he was fluent in speech, he never showed any signs of genius. But before he could speak fluently, I often noticed him observing something with focus. He has great curiosity. And I think that's normal for kids his age.” “Your child is gifted. You have to do an intelligence test so you can direct him to the appropriate educational field." "Isn't that a bit early for Charlie?" Shanon half-dreamily looked at her son.

he starts, resting his elbows on the table, "Lily tells me you're basically a genius." "A genius? Yeah... right. She's exaggerating." I frown. I sincerely hope Matt doesn't take this the wrong way. I'm not frowning because of him. It's because of the word 'genius'. If I hear that word one more time, I swear I'm going to puke. Matt tilts his head, playfully. "Is she? Because I'm pretty sure only geniuses tutor people and still manage to stay on top of..." Oh please! My frown deepens. I duck my head, fiddling with my fork. "Well, maybe I just... don't like failing."