Prodigy Mindless Behavior Novels & Stories

“An fellow student has complained about your treatment towards Zinhle Mbule. You have been spreading disgusting rumors about her and that type of behaviour is unacceptable here. If I or any other guardian finds any of you spreading filth about one another, you will all be expelled from this program and your memories wiped of this place and if you attempt or reveal the secrecy of the GOH, you will be incarcerated and those you have revealed the secret to will have their memories wiped about the GOH and about your existence as in they will never know that you ever existed, like you were never born “stated Mr Phenyo. The students looked terrified, they neither smiled nor coughed. The class was

You do not know if that someone will take care of it or broke it. " Geniuses actually are the most edgy when it comes to like this. What if I will not pass? They will say that I am a genius but didn't even pass the exam. They will compare me to those average people who passed. They will be thinking something like that. I know because I am a psychic" Both, Roger and I groan at her statement. Sometime Izzy is always talking nonsense. "Believe me. That is true that is why most intelligent people who doesn't pass the exam are phrone to depression"

"Even my elementary school kid knows a triangle's interior angles add up to 180 degrees. How did she confidently write 360?" "She must've copied her way through her earlier perfect scores. How does someone like this even make it to the finals? There's definitely something shady going on. Investigate this, please!" "Goodbye, Math Prodigy. Hello, biggest flop of the year. I can't. I'm dying from laughter. She's definitely not coming back from this!" In just a few minutes, Mia's image as a genius was completely shattered. She collapsed onto the floor, eyes hollow, repeatedly mumbling, "No way… This can't be real… I didn't write those…"

Both this father and son like to solve the hardest puzzles and compete afterward about who is the fastest one to solve it. Cederick loves how her mother gently brushed his hair and their sincere compliments. This made him grinned widely. Since he was a kid, Cederick can solve every problem given to him. At such a young age of 8, he can already solve high school math problems. He loves science and math. He loves sports and books. He always tops their class and won lots of competitions. He was never been defeated and always rank as number 1. He loves to explore things. Cederick was blessed with full of potential and talents. A prodigy at such a young age. As he was raised with good manners, he

One must know that the reason why people called someone a prodigy was because, to the prodigy, fighting over a higher level was as easy as eating and drinking. However, Riley, who was known as a prodigy, died in the hands of Severin. How could Spencer not feel like he was dead? Looking at the unharmed Severin in the void, Spencer felt sad and could not help but feel his legs trembling. "Admit defeat! I must admit defeat!" Spencer was determined to pay attention. If he met Severin next time in the ring, he must quickly admit defeat to avoid ending up like Riley. At this moment, the prodigies in the field and the surrounding disciples were all frightened and stunned by Riley's fall. The nine p

"Sometimes, that's the best way. Overthinking in a fight is never a good thing since it would delay reaction time." "You're not a mathematician who likes to calculate these types of things are you?" I stared at him in horror and he laughed. "No, and I thought you were a prodigy. You don't like maths?" "Being a prodigy has nothing to do with it. I hate it with an absolute passion. I don't see the point in it and I doubt that I ever will. I don't like anything scientific either unless it involves explosions or bizarre chemical reactions." "Are the rumours true by the way? Did you really break out of here just to help your soccer team?"

'I can't believe there is a system more annoying than you.

we were passing.” I gave her the side-eye, “What were your grades?” Lizzy replied, “We were both getting B’s.” I asked, “Are you sure?” Emily chuckled, “We both have photographic memory and hyperthymesia. We automatically remember everything we read and hear. The only reason we got B’s is because we weren’t turning in our homework.” Lizzy sighed, “Homework is bullshit anyway. It’s just a way to keep us out of our parent’s hair for a couple hours each night.” I laughed, “There are actually people who need homework to help them understand and practice what they learn in school. Not everyone gets it right away, ladies.” Emily chuckled, “Like Brock Holder. That guy is dumb as a box of rocks.” I

Across the room, Mom and Dad's expressions turned grim too. Dad pulled out his phone and dialed the academy. The administrator who picked up explained that this was just a standard residual reaction to "Deep Behavioral Conditioning" and that it would wear off in a few days. He promised, "Rest assured, Unit 1314 is currently our most outstanding graduate. He understands the mechanics of obedience better than any AI on the market. This is all completely within parameters." Dad hung up the phone and relayed the exact words to Mom. Mom nodded, and they both let out a sigh of relief.

- the little prodigy Puddy Forger. He heard them continue to talk nonsense. They probably still need to ask because it's still morning. The group saw that the little boy was getting impatient, so they hurriedly explained, and in less than a minute, the prodigy Puddy Forger knew what the torn fabric was and what it was used for. "Why do adults always have useless things in their heads?" - Puddy Forger, the little prodigy. Sigh, these people, including Miss Forger, just thinking about their foolish appearance in front of the mirror makes him get a headache. He really can't understand what the adult world is like.