Prodigy Mindless Behavior Novels & Stories

I stood at the top of the stairs and listened. "There's nothing," she was saying. Her voice was muffled, probably pressed against Isabella's shoulder. "Every time I sit down to sketch, it's just... blank. Like something's broken." "Maybe you're putting too much pressure on yourself," Isabella said. "The competition will be fine. You've always been talented, darling." Talented. The word landed in my chest like a stone. I went back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed. The bracelet was cold. The house was quiet. Somewhere downstairs, my sister was panicking because the well had run dry.

Ruby turned her head and shot me a provocative look, her eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. I stood at the edge of the crowd, a faint, cold smile tugging at my lips. Just as I thought. A moment ago, I had cursed her in my mind, calling her an idiot, and she hadn’t reacted at all. However, the second I started thinking through specific skill data, she responded immediately. So her mind-reading skill wasn’t all-knowing. It seemed she could only pick up on the most focused, technical thoughts in my mind.

“Considering the state of mind it seems to put him in, I guess not. But that makes me wonder how he’s gone through three packs as a prospect without being able to spar without the council being alerted to there being a prospect in the program that can’t perform the basics of the program.” “I’m not certain how he functions when he’s in other packs. He may have found a way to do just enough to stay in the program but here, when I train with him, which is the only formal training he receives, sparring is kept to the basics. Any actual contact between him and his opponent causes him to go into a protective black out where he is in pure defensive autopilot. He has no understanding of what he’s do

Returning to his bar stool, he checked Dicky's IQ test results sent to him on his laptop. He actually worried for a moment that Dicky really was lacking in the cognitive department, despite not usually showing it. However, the IQ test results put his mind at ease. 165. The boy was a prodigy.

The inner energy was almost twice as pure as it was before he gave up his energy. "Finally realised huh. It seems that you are a slow thinker when you are injured. I think you should get beat up more." The 6th wasn't kind with his words, ruthlessly berating and belittling his discipline. Mane naturally ignored his words. When you lived with the 6th long enough, you learn to tune out most of his words. It wasn't a conscious action, but more of a subconscious reaction of the brain towards unwanted and unnecessary information.

he repeated. “Yes, good news. You see, Asher is a model student. He has been acing all his exams and assignments even though he hasn’t been attending classes for over a month. He is a genius.” Her voice increased. “A prodigy! I don’t know if he has a private tutor at home, but he is amazing.” She beamed.

"How do you tell the subject from the prodigy." "The prodigy accelerates and stays human." She pulled the four benchmark lines onto the wall and stacked them. "A gifted fourteen-year-old climbs, then plateaus, then climbs again — they hit walls, get bored, fall in love, lose a term to something stupid. The line is alive. It wobbles." She traced the first profile. "This one wobbles. Dipped two quarters ago, recovered. That's a person." "And the subject?"

Instead, she turned to look at me. I kept my head down, thinking, "Yvette clearly is just worried about Mom going back to the company and getting in the way of her escapades with Dad. Ugh, they're like two dogs in heat! They couldn't even wait to get a room. Don't they know that the office has a surveillance camera? "And what did she mean by mental illness? It was Dad who drugged Mom and forced her to leave the company. Later, Yvette found her a quack who claimed to be a traditional medicine practitioner. He had no license and prescribed prescriptions that only worsened her condition.

"Yang Xiao, just admit defeat! Isn't it just admitting defeat in front of all the netizens in the world? There's nothing to be embarrassed about!" “I don’t have your perverted hobby. I like to lose face everywhere,” Yang Xiao shook his head with a calm expression. “I never admit defeat!” Park Suhyeong spoke disdainfully, “I have 100% confidence in winning this game of Go. You have no chance of winning!” Yang Xiao did not even raise his brows as he asked, “That means that Park Junxian is also one of the losers in chess?” “What nonsense are you talking about? My brother, Park Junxian, is a once-in-five-thousand-year chess prodigy, how can he lose?” He immediately realized that something was wr

“Fewer outbursts. Fewer drastic life changes. More… consistent productivity.” “These are not interchangeable,” I said. “I know that,” he snapped. “Now.” Silence pressed in. “Dominion pitched you an immune system for ‘bad choices,’” I said. “You built one that treats desire itself like a pathogen.” He flinched. “Do you want to help us fix it?” I asked. He laughed, short and hysterical. “Fix it?” he said. “You think we can just… turn it off? All those people already went through the protocol. Their models are live. Self‑updating. I can’t roll back their brains.”