No one knew that the young Olivia Carter had a special ability: she could see the colors of people’s emotions around her. In her eyes, everyone’s heart had a different color—her mother Grace Bennett was bright red, Emma Harris was orange—all friendly and warm hues. This made Olivia Carter let down her guard in front of them.

“Xiaoxiao, quickly greet your sister.” Grace Bennett saw her younger daughter standing still and couldn’t help but remind her.

After confirming that Emma Harris was genuinely kind and harmless, Olivia Carter immediately became lively and relaxed, and greeted her generously, “Hello, sister, my name is Olivia Carter.”

Seeing the little girl’s innocence and confident manner, Emma Harris felt relieved and took the initiative to say, “Xiaoxiao, I heard from Mr. Bennett that you’re very good at foreign languages. I’ve been wanting to learn a new language lately—could I ask you some questions?”

Having interacted with many gifted children, Emma Harris naturally understood the importance of communicating as equals. Geniuses or prodigies always seemed to have peculiar personalities, and if adults put on airs in front of them, they would usually hit a wall.

Olivia Carter tilted her head and thought for a moment. She didn’t answer Emma Harris right away, but instead darted off like a bouncing little rabbit.

Watching the little girl suddenly run away, Emma Harris looked at Grace Bennett in confusion, not knowing what she might have done wrong.

“You’ve stirred up a hornet’s nest this time. She probably won’t let you go for a while…” Grace Bennett said with a wry smile. “In our house, none of us dare to casually ask her to ‘teach’ or ‘tutor’ us.”

Emma Harris: “?”

Before Emma Harris could react, she heard the rattling sound of wheels. The little girl was pushing a giant whiteboard taller than herself, charging toward Emma Harris with great enthusiasm, and finally stopping steadily in the middle of the living room.

Olivia Carter adjusted the page on her iPad and handed it to Emma Harris. Instantly, she assumed the posture of a little teacher and said solemnly, “Sister, please choose the course you want to learn.”

Emma Harris stared blankly at the iPad’s contents. It listed all sorts of courses, from serious ones like English, Japanese, Korean, and Spanish, to less serious ones like doing the splits, cat language, and Happy Match-3.

Emma Harris: “……” It seemed something strange had gotten mixed in.

Patiently, Emma Harris asked, “Can you do all of these, Xiaoxiao?”

With her hands on her hips and chest out, Olivia Carter’s little face brimmed with pride. “These are what I can teach others.” In other words, any language she hadn’t mastered yet wasn’t on the list.

Seeing her so pleased with herself, Grace Bennett couldn’t help but reach out and tap her younger daughter, reminding her, “Don’t be too proud.”

While gesturing with her fingers, Olivia Carter corrected her seriously, “I’m only a little bit proud, not too much.”

Hearing the little girl’s childish muttering, Emma Harris couldn’t help but laugh. Grace Bennett was equally helpless, unable to stop Olivia Carter’s childlike showing off.

Suppressing her curiosity about cat language, Emma Harris randomly picked one and said, “Then I’ll choose Japanese.”

Emma Harris didn’t mind playing pretend teacher with Olivia Carter for a while. When they were children, they often played games like teacher and doctor, which were unique and beautiful memories. Such games were a great way to observe a child’s thinking and logic—a perfect entry point.

Seeing Emma Harris had chosen a course, Olivia Carter immediately got busy preparing, even pulling out her own lesson plans.

Noticing her daughter’s overflowing enthusiasm, Grace Bennett looked at Emma Harris sympathetically and sighed, “You’ll regret this soon—she really loves to play teacher.”

Olivia Carter loved teaching and being a teacher the most. No one knew if this talent came from Grace Bennett.

Emma Harris: “?”

Originally, Emma Harris just wanted to observe Olivia Carter through the game, but to her surprise, the little girl wasn’t just playing—she was actually going to teach a real lesson.

Olivia Carter brought over a small chair, stood on it with great energy, and started writing on the whiteboard with a pen. She had only just begun the lesson when she noticed Emma Harris was silent, and immediately complained, “Sister, why aren’t you repeating after me?”

Emma Harris: “……” Because I just wanted to observe your language skills, not actually learn Japanese?

Emma Harris: “I—I’m afraid I won’t pronounce it well…”

Olivia Carter said earnestly, “That’s all the more reason to repeat after me. Let’s go over it again: あ、い、う、え、お.”

Emma Harris looked embarrassed. As an adult, sitting in Mr. Bennett’s living room, she really felt awkward reading out a foreign language, so she tried to suggest, “Xiaoxiao, I have a set of exercises here. How about we do them together instead…”

By now, Emma Harris already had a preliminary assessment of Olivia Carter, so there was no reason to continue with the Japanese lesson—she could move on to the next stage. She had a set of exercises designed for gifted children to test their logical thinking and visual cognition.

Olivia Carter immediately shook her head, her attitude firm: “No, you can’t give up halfway when learning. あ、い、う、え、お!”

Emma Harris braced herself and said, “I’m not in the best shape today. How about I come back another day to learn from you?”

Olivia Carter: “あ、い、う、え、お!”

Emma Harris: “……”

Olivia Carter: “あ、い、う、え、お!”

Emma Harris replied weakly, “あ、い、う、え、お……”