What? Joseph's surname was Greyson? Luke didn't care.
Claire's surname was Vincent, and she could still beat up dozens of armed robbers.
Now, Catherine could beat up two or three hooligans on her own. There was no reason for a tiger mother to give birth to a dog son.
Being smart had its own benefits.
Joseph, who had an IQ of more than 140, picked up fighting very quickly.
Although he wasn't interested in sports, he didn't hate fighting.
He could understand the principles behind all kinds of fighting techniques, but he was still too weak when it came to movement.
The main reason was that he wasn't big enough to become a tough guy.
Joseph was now eight years old.
When American kids reached this stage, the difference in their bodies would gradually widen.
It was quite common for an eleven or twelve year old to look like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old in China.
This also meant that in elementary school, there would be more and more people who used their physical superiority to gain a psychological advantage.
Also, the most popular type in American schools were sports boys, followed by entertainment boys and those who liked to look good.
A bookworm with a high IQ was only slightly better than a stupid fatty. Fatty was the least popular, and bookworms were the second most popular.
Joseph had inherited Catherine's delicate features, but he still had a long way to go before he could rely on his looks to make a living.
Without a heaven-defying appearance, he couldn't be a complete bookworm. At the very least, he had to be good at fighting.
That was because there was no such thing as a "bookworm who was good at fighting" in the student community.
A bookworm who was good at fighting wasn't a bookworm, but a sports boy. At most, it could be described as a sports boy who was good at studying.
If the subject and the attributive were swapped, the meaning would be completely different.
For example, a sloppily dressed rich person might be said to have a personality.
A sloppy person who suddenly became rich was definitely a nouveau riche.
Being good at fighting wasn't a bad thing in the student community.
He didn't need to bully others; he just needed to make sure that no one dared to provoke Joseph.
Luke even asked his brother about a naughty kid who didn't get along with him and had Joseph teach him a lesson in front of everyone.
Brazilian jiu-jitsu was just that powerful in a fight with kids.
After the fight, he could guarantee that the kid wouldn't even have a flesh wound, and the naughty kid's parents wouldn't have an excuse to cause trouble.
Although Luke didn't care about his naughty parents, he didn't want Catherine to find out that he was the one who had instigated his brother.
Ever since he was young, he had always been a good student.
As for the small matter of attracting the aggro of a specific target, Joseph, who had an extremely high IQ and matured early, definitely had no problem with it.
Joseph didn't dare play petty with Luke, because Luke knew better than he did. After all, Joseph had been a super brat in his previous life.
If he played these games with Claire, he would be pinched and rubbed by his second sister, who had strong physical abilities. She would even force him to put on a dress and take photos as a threat.
In the early stages, a certain scholar was no match for the female barbarian who had strong hands-on abilities.
It could only be said that no one in this family was stupid.
Joseph's little tricks didn't work at home, so he gradually stopped playing them. Instead, he used his grades to mock them.
For example, he often asked Claire how she was doing in the first grade and the second grade. That expression … was quite annoying.
Of course, it was still ineffective against Luke.
If a certain someone still cared about elementary school grades, then his identity as a transmigrator would be in vain.
Even so, Luke felt that he had to keep an eye on his brother in the future.
Being too smart might not be a good thing.
Many people would only listen to inspirational stories about geniuses when they were young and how many great things they did later on.
But no one would tell them that many geniuses didn't have wonderful lives.
Some had high IQs but low EQs, and were stuck for life, such as Nikola Tesla.
Some had mental problems caused by geniuses. For example, John Nash, a mathematician who studied game theory, developed severe symptoms of schizophrenia in his early thirties.
Not to mention that this was the Marvel world.
Not only could geniuses attract the attention of ordinary capital groups, they could also be targeted by organizations like Hydra and The High Table.
Luke wasn't worried about Joseph's low EQ.
The little guy's EQ had been trained by his "honest" big brother and violent second sister since he was young, and it was enough.
There was no need to mention capital groups. Now, his family was basically one of the top groups.
The only thing he couldn't let was this smart little guy torment himself into mental illness.
Robert's mental state after his retirement was gradually alleviated after more than ten years of regular treatment and a peaceful life. It wasn't an easy process.
Joseph didn't want to follow his father's footsteps.
Even with Luke's current abilities, he couldn't cure mental illness. He could only prevent it in advance.
…
On the second day of training, Joseph panted heavily as he hit the sandbag and chatted with Luke next to him.
Luke, who had always been strict with his training, didn't stop his brother from doing this. Instead, he chatted very seriously with him.
Multitasking. That was the skill of a genius.
Here, he was referring to Joseph.
Luke had relied on the system to create a three-threaded postnatal processor. He couldn't compare to his brother, who was born with multiple threads.
"Can I not go to school? Those guys are so retarded. "Joseph's little face was very focused as he punched the sandbag.
But he said something completely irrelevant, "Including Tracy and Demi. They're cute, but why are they so stupid? They ask me simple math questions every day. "
Luke, who was drinking green tea with his legs crossed, was a little silent. Little brother, isn't that a dangerous way of thinking?
If a girl is cute, smart, and capable, and doesn't bother you, then … what does that have to do with you?
It was like a wife asking her husband to be rich, successful, capable, and always by her side — with such a good husband, which woman would have accumulated eight generations of virtue to be loved by him? Why would it be your turn?
If you had strengths, you had to accept your weaknesses. Perfect things didn't exist.
Pondering for a moment, Luke took advantage of Joseph's pause and said, "Because you don't remember other boys and ugly girls at all?"
Joseph was just about to punch, but subconsciously held back when he heard Luke's answer, and almost rolled on the ground.
He was stunned for a moment before he nodded, deep in thought. "That's right. Actually, other people have asked me the same question. Wait, why do I have to remember them? "
Luke chuckled. "That means you're a man too. When you look at girls, the first thing you look at is their looks."
Joseph was still a little lost in this area. "What does that have to do with my question?"
Luke sipped his tea and found some profiles on his phone. "Since girls are all stupid, you can only choose whether they're good-looking or not. As for smart girls, here. "
As he spoke, he showed Joseph the resumes of some famous female scientists on his phone.
Joseph's little face scrunched up. "How are they girls? They're clearly middle-aged or elderly women."
Luke shrugged. "Weren't they girls when they were young?"
Joseph thought for a moment and realized that Luke's logic was impeccable. He instantly fell silent.
Luke chuckled and pulled him to sit down next to him. "Think about it. Catherine is smarter than Robert, right?"
Joseph subconsciously nodded.
Luke spread his hands. "That's why Robert has to listen to Catherine at home. If you had a smart girlfriend, would you be willing to listen to her? "
Joseph subconsciously shook his head. He wasn't willing to listen to a girl. Wouldn't that be like having another mother?
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