My name is Calyx Warbler.

I have an older sister who is five minutes older than me and is named Calyx.

Yes, we are twins.

Probably from a very young age, as one of the twins, I showed extraordinary qualities.

In kindergarten, my mind jumps. When the teacher takes us to do activities and guides us to learn, I can always compress the time for thinking to a great extent and draw conclusions directly.

It's as if I don't have a brain in my head, but a sophisticated computer.

But during that time, my well-behaved sister was more popular.

Teachers often complained to my parents that the child was disobedient, disobedient, speaking without logic, and acting according to common sense.

But my approach is always more effective, isn't it?

All in all, I was defined as a problem child.

"Sure enough, it's easier to be a sister. "Everybody says so.

If well-behaved and quiet is her label, then naughty and stubborn is synonymous with me.

When we were in elementary school, our teachers began to teach us some complex issues.

That's right, but it's still too simple for me.

So I went to play with other classmates like I did in kindergarten, but their tasks were not completed.

The teacher used to yell at me and tell me to do my own thing.

But I'm done. If they don't believe, I'll show them.

Even if the teachers increase my workload, I will do it quickly in front of them, especially in math.

My homeroom teacher was the math teacher, and she tried to give me harder questions.

I flipped through the textbook and read two sample questions, and I could quickly answer them, and even draw inferences.

A little more difficulty, a little more.

Eventually, she told my parents that their six-year-old son had a grade 5 or higher.

"It is recommended that you apply to skip a grade, or find a tutor...... Don't get in the way of other children. ”

She said so.

It's that they're too slow. I think so.

Geniuses are always lonely.

That's probably what it means.

While I was finding the solution of a univariate equation and the area of an irregular figure, my sister was learning addition and subtraction.

By the time she got to the first grade of understanding equations, I was already solving binary cubic equations and drawing complex function graphs.

When I came into contact with junior high school knowledge, I learned that there are such interesting things as physics, chemistry and biology in the world.

I wanted those sophisticated experimental instruments, as long as they weren't too expensive, my parents would buy them. Even if it's a little more expensive, there will always be a variety of people to give it to me.

The study room has also been converted into my own laboratory.

It's just that in this way, my sister can only study in her own room. What she wants, she also needs to exchange it for a score of 90 or more. It's a little bit difficult for her, so she doesn't always get what she wants.

"This kid is so smart, a little genius...... Ah, there's a sister who looks so similar. ”

Like, just the extent on the skin.

Calyx became an appendage.

Even though we didn't have that kind of awareness at the time. I just get bored and don't like playing with her.

She's so stupid that she doesn't even understand the Pythagorean theorem.

And by the time Calyx started to read the first year of junior high school, my level exploded geometrically. Even the real questions of the science college entrance examination are not difficult for me.

All sorts of awards, trophies and pennants filled my home.

It's all space-taking things.

I gradually began to lack enthusiasm for things in the outside world, and it was difficult for me to be interested in things other than mathematics, physics and chemistry. Sometimes, knowledge itself winds back to a bunch of redundant data, back to the origin of basic mathematics.

Is knowledge such a boring thing? It doesn't seem to be, there's something wrong, I remember it wasn't like that before.

But what they ended up presenting to me was a long and boring list of numbers.

I started looking for thrills.

What can a child in his early teens do?

Bad boys fight, but I can't find a reason to do it. Smoking and drinking is what bigger kids do, and I don't like the taste of these things either.

But petty theft is still a lot of fun, and with my skill and intelligence, no one will find out about me.

Once, I touched someone's stationery box in class and was caught. But the teacher only criticized the education for two sentences, and the review didn't let me write, so he let me go back.

I started trying something daring.

Some simple biological experiments require more insects, frogs, rabbits, mice, etc. On weekends, I pestered my father to drive me to the wild grass garden to catch some small animals.

Although it can be bought, it seems to be more in line with children's playful nature. At least that's what the grown-ups think.

At these times, my sister held a drink and sat in a shady place with my mother.

I often scare her with struggling bugs. It's kind of fun, too.

After the knife pierces their bodies, their autonomic nerves still struggle. Although, in theory, they are dead.

I've often wondered if people can react this way.

There should be, theoretically.

As with all families with many children, siblings are relatively close, but there are conflicts.

Our conflict is quite special, after all, we can't play together.

She would often come to my lab and look around.

"Oops, alcohol lamps are dangerous!"

"Hey, hey, nitric acid will hurt if it is sprinkled!"

"Don't touch it, it's distilled water, don't get dirty!"

Later, I simply didn't let her into my lab.

Life goes on like this, and the wind is calm.

It wasn't until the age of twelve that a problem that we had neglected for a long time was exposed.

This is a normal anomaly.

My sister, with very poor grades.

At first, her score dropped, but at least within a reasonable range.

Criticism from teachers and parents is inevitable but not useful. Her grades slipped even harder.

She didn't have a puppy love, she wasn't addicted to the internet, and she even put in more effort than the average student.

But to no avail.

By the time parents noticed, it was too late.

Experts tell us that her intellect is forever stuck at the age of eight.

Achieving such results is already the limit of that immature brain.

Only then did we recall that many of the manifestations of calyx were not very mature.

I like plush toys, I like to be spoiled, I like to repeat the words of adults, and I like educational books for children......

For a junior student, it is too naïve.

That day, I didn't feel anything real.

I spent a long time in the lab at night. When I was about to go to bed, I passed by my parents' room.

"It's so unfair, why should our children suffer from this?"

"It's also to blame us for paying too much attention to Xiaoying and ignoring her. If we had found out earlier......"

"It's too late to say anything, why would God snatch what belongs to her?"

"Okay, okay, at least we have one child who is promising......"

Then, there was the lament of my father and the sobbing of my mother.

Is part of my talent supposed to be my sister's? I don't know.

God is fair. At least for the whole family, there is a clever child, and a stupid child.

Sometimes, I envy that stupid sister.

At least the whole world is so new to her, and every day is interesting.

And for me, everything is so boring, vulgar, boring.

Everyone was bored, not even a single one to play with.

During the holidays, I started to pull my sister out frequently.

After spending too much time in the lab, I often go to the arcade to change my mood. My family is middle-class, and the pocket money my parents gave me plus the prize money from various competitions made me very generous, and I also made a group of unserious children.

Games, known as spiritual opium, have a unique appeal to people of all ages.

My sister is quick to get started with everything, especially the dancing machine. It only took two weeks for her to break into the top 10.

I gradually lost interest again.

I'm the kind of person I am, passion comes fast and goes faster.

The parents regained their attention to their sister. Every day when we go home, they come over and ask for warmth.

Especially to her in the tone of his voice, just like he would with a baby.

It's disgusting.

"That's too exaggerated—"

I grimaced and was blasted back into my room.

Geniuses are always lonely.

I seem to be reading more from it that I didn't understand before.

I began to hate everything that God had given me.

Before giving it to me, did you get my permission, did you ask my opinion, did I want to?

It's like taking it from my sister and not asking her.

I sympathize with her and dislike her.

She didn't take away her parents' love, she just took back the part that belonged to her. I consoled myself with this.

Another two years of this life passed.

Our birthday was a week before school started in September.

Parents ask us what we want, what we want to play, and where we want to go.

"Anything goes, because it's a special year. ”

Dad said so.

If it meant that I was unusually accepted into the best universities, it didn't seem like much.

This matter has been reported in the news, and it is a common occurrence for me.

I met my mentor and said he was a young and promising professor, but I thought he was very rigid and just like the old guys. In short, I must not get along with him.

As for birthdays...... I thought about it for a moment, and opened an illustrated book of botanical encyclopedias.

It was a landscape painting, a secluded and deep mountain stream.

Dad checked the information and found that it was not too far away, it was an undeveloped mountainous area. After discussing it with my mother, it was finalized.

It took us two days to make the purchase, in case of any accidents in the mountains.

It's about a four- or five-hour drive from that mountain.

We had to leave at six o'clock in the morning, and my parents rushed us to bed early.

Actually, I didn't really want to go, but I just casually said that I didn't expect it to be so close.

Moreover, my sister seems to be very happy.

To this day, I often wonder if I would have felt remorse if I had known that this damn coincidence had brought me only painful memories.

I mean...... At that time, would I?

At night, she suddenly ran into my room with a pillow in her arms, saying that she couldn't sleep.

I wanted to laugh at her like a child, but I was stunned.

She was meant to be a child.

I rolled up the quilt and turned over, and said impatiently, whatever you want.

She happily squeezed up. After a while, there was the sound of even, heavy breathing.

- To be continued -