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Maybe it could again. With shaky fingers, I reached for my phone, the glow of the screen harsh in the dim room. I searched for the scholar’s name, scrolling until I found another of his lectures. This one’s title stared back at me: "The Prison of Overthinking—and How to Break Free." I pressed play. His voice was calm, steady, like a hand reaching into the storm inside me. "Overthinking is a thief," he said. "It steals your peace, your joy, your present moment—all for a past you cannot change or a future you cannot control."

"Like I'm being cowardly." "It's not cowardly to be smart," I say. "Cowardly is sending others to do your dirty work. Cowardly is terrorizing families to silence them. What you're doing is adapting your strategy to beat a superior opponent." "When you put it that way," Timothy says. "There's no other way to put it," I say firmly. "You're the underdog here, Timothy. Everyone knows it. The only way you win is by being smarter, faster, and more unpredictable than him."

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t

The front doors swooshed open and were slammed shut, followed by loud thuds which were supposed to be footsteps, coming closer towards the dining room. "There's the missing child." Smartass began and spoke like a, well, smart ass. How is my intuition always right? What am I saying? I'm smart as fuck. That's why. Stop lying to yourself babes. You like to think you're smart. You're street smart. But you're a complete dumbass. Don't get it twisted. I hate my mind.

Recognizing the opportunity to share her knowledge and help others reach their full potential, Luna decided to write a book titled "Efficiency Unleashed: Luna's Secrets to Productivity." In her book, Luna delved deeper into the principles and strategies that had propelled her to success. She shared practical techniques for effective time management, emphasizing the importance of setting clear goals and establishing a routine that optimizes productivity. Luna encouraged readers to identify their most productive hours and allocate those times for their most important tasks, harnessing the power of focused energy and concentration.

I smirked, shaking my head as I randomly picked a book from the shelf and gave it to her. She chuckled softly as she read the title. “Think, Fast and Slow. Really, Sky?” She studied the cover and flickered her eyes on me. “You haven’t read this yet.” “I did, once,” I answered. “It’s a good book.” She scanned the pages, reading them as if she was some kind of computer. After a few pages, she looked up and took a deep breath. “I’m keeping this,” She placed the book on the table. “I’m done thinking. Now, let’s do it fast.”

said Nowo. “Wise decisions take a lot of time to make, unlike the smart ones. Wiser people tend to be quiet while trying to analyze whether a certain offer would be helpful or not, whether it will be an advantage or disadvantage. You always have to keep in mind that being wise is better than being smart.”

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

"More agile. Less energy-intensive. You’re boxed in now." "What time was I given to plan?" "Plenty. You think fast or die faster. That’s how it works. Now use your wit. Punch your way through." "They’re not pillows! They’re bloody machines!" "Nothing I say goes through your thick skull." I imagined her rolling her eyes. "It first has to make sense before it can go through my thick skull!"

Always the first to speak. “We defeat them using math. They might be fast but they are definitely not smarter.” Lans laughed mockingly. “And you think we are smart?” “You don’t have to be smart, we have to be strategic.” Lans raised his brows. “Strategic against Alphas that are way stronger than we are?”