Chapter 44
Just moments ago, Bobby had been full of disdain, but now he stood there blank faced, almost adorably dazed.
His grandfather, Devin, was silent for a long moment before finally nodding and admitting, “Yes… my grandson does have quite the gift when it comes in math and science.”
Geneva had just gotten two consecutive diagnoses exactly right. The crowd of skeptical parents stopped hesitating and began lining up to have their children tested.
The only problem? Geneva had just one device, so she asked them to queue up.
But when everyone had finally gotten in line, she suddenly realized–the testing device was gone.
She looked around in confusion, then finally spotted it… on the ground next to Bobby, who was now surrounded by a neat little pile of scattered components–the device completely disassembled.
Geneva was speechless.
Even Devin looked awkward as he quickly stepped in, apologizing, “He’s always had a habit of tinkering since he was little. I’ll have him put it back together right away.”
Devin wasn’t too worried. Bobby had a solid track record–if he took something apart, he usually could put it back together again.
But this time, Bobby frowned and muttered, “Grandpa… I can’t reassemble it.”
He’d already tried several times. Every piece had been placed just as he remembered, but no matter how he arranged it, something always seemed off.
Now it was truly awkward. Devin’s smile faltered, unable to hold.
But Geneva, composed as ever, crouched down and said, “It’s alright. I’ve got it.”
In just a few swift moves, her fingers flew through the components.
Within moments, the device was perfectly reassembled–and what’s more, it still worked like new.
It didn’t take a genius to see it–Geneva wasn’t just smart. She was an expert.
Bobby looked at her with wide–eyed fascination, something almost feverish in his behind this design?”
gaze as he asked, “Can you tell me how it works? What’s the principle
“Bobby!” Devin scolded softly, clearly disapproving. “You can’t just ask that. This device isn’t even on the market–it’s probably her own invention. Something like this could be patented!”
But to everyone’s surprise, Geneva didn’t hesitate in the slightest. Generous and unguarded, she began explaining it to Bobby as if sharing secrets with a fellow scientist.
It had been a long time since she’d met a kid with this kind of potential. Since he was curious and willing to learn, why not teach him?
The more she spoke, the wider Bobby’s mouth fell/open. He was talented, sure, but this clearly touched on areas he’d never explored before. He hung onto every word like a starving man at a feast. His eyes sparkled with admiration–as if Geneva were a goddess and he, her devoted disciple.
When she finally finished, he stared at the device, awestruck. “Wait… you can use the principle like that?”
His intellect was off the charts, and as a result, he’d grown a little arrogant, never impressed by anyone.
But right now, the way he looked at Geneva… it was pure reverence. Which meant one thing: she was the real deal.
Unbothered by the growing crowd or Devin’s surprise, Geneva calmly went back to using the device on the next child.
The first in line was a girl of seventeen of eighteen. Geneva’s results showed that her left brain was more developed than her right, giving her arm analytical thinking, focus, logic, and language–indicating high potential in math, writing, and problem–solving
The girl’s mother immediately frowned and snapped, “That can’t be right! My daughter’s clearly talented in music–her piano playing is incredible! He grades, though? Terrible.”
That made the rest of the parents start doubting again.
Geneva remained calm. “Why don’t we let your daughter answer that?”
The girl hesitated, then quietly admitted, “It’s… it’s true.”
She tugged at her mother’s sleeve and whispered, “Mom, I don’t think I’m talented in music at all. You see me playing piano well because I practice so hard–because I’m scared you’ll be disappointed. But what takes other people a few tries to master… I need weeks. And even then, my teacher always says there’s no soul in my music–it’s mechanical. But studying? That’s different. I can pick things up just by glancing through them, and I always pass my
exams…”
Her mother looked stunned. “But… your grades
were bad when you were younger…
Like many, she had grown up believing girls were naturally worse at science than boys–a deeply rooted misconception.
In truth, boys often had more visible talent in math and science, while girls tended to show it in more subtle ways–so subtle, even they didn’t realize it.
She had simply assumed her daughter wasn’t smart, so she steered her toward piano as a way to “succeed.”
But maybe… she’d been wrong.
Geneva explained gently, “Just because a child didn’t like school when they were younger doesn’t mean they lacked talent. Once she developed some discipline, you pushed her toward piano and pressured her so much that she didn’t have time to study–of course her grades suffered.”
Then Geneva added, “Talent isn’t everything, but it can help people avoid a lot of wasted time. Your daughter’s left brain shows almost no potential in musical development. No matter how much she practices, it’s unlikely she’ll ever truly shine in that field. It’s not just effort–it’s wiring.”
The mother looked crushed. “So I’ve wasted all those years of her life? She’s already so grown up now… What do I do?”
The guilt hit hard. She’d buried her daughter’s true gifts under years of well–meaning misdirection.
“If it makes you feel better,” Geneva said gently, “your daughter’s left brain is extraordinarily developed. Things that take others a month to master, she might grasp in a single day. But yes… this requires proper guidance from both teachers and parents.”
Panicked, the mother asked, “But how? I don’t know how to guide her…”
Geneva smiled. “Actually, it’s not that complicated…”
She launched into a detailed explanation. The mother listened so intently, she pulled out a notebook and began jotting things down furiously, completely absorbed in planning her daughter’s future.
By the time Geneva was done, she couldn’t help but think she might as well start a parenting consultancy.
The mother, meanwhile, stared at her pages and muttered, “This… this is way too hard…”
“Exactly,” Geneva nodded. “It’s incredibly difficult, time–consuming, and full of risks. One misstep and it could all backfire.”
The mother blinked at her, utterly exasperated. ‘So why say all that in the first place? Did I just take
notes for nothing?”
But Geneva wasn’t finished. “Which is why,” she said, “I’ve decided to develop a new device–one that can help unlock the full potential of the human brain. Half the effort, double the results.”
The mother’s eyes lit up instantly. You can actually invent something like that?!”
