Olivia Carter instantly showed a satisfied expression and continued, “Ka, ki, ku, ke, ko……”

Emma Harris really had no choice but to endure a full 45-minute lesson from the little girl, and it was a high-intensity class where she absolutely couldn’t zone out and had to repeat after her. If she so much as tried to touch her phone, the girl would give her a disapproving look, silently scolding her with her eyes, making it impossible for her to get distracted.

When the first Japanese lesson ended, David Carter called everyone to eat at just the right moment, finally interrupting Olivia Carter’s marathon teaching. Emma Harris felt a huge sense of relief and was finally able to get up from the sofa. After being tormented by such an intense class, she actually felt a bit hungry and secretly felt lucky.

Emma Harris: Good thing I didn’t choose cat language just now, or that would have been seriously embarrassing.

If she had really chosen cat language, she felt that Olivia Carter would absolutely have made her meow and repeat after her.

Chapter 2

At the dining table, Olivia Carter paid close attention to her new student, eager to strike up a conversation with Emma Harris. Just then, David Carter brought chicken soup to the table and redirected his daughter’s attention away from the guest, saying, “Xiaoxiao, go with your great-uncle and call grandma to eat.”

Given this task, Olivia Carter finally forgot about Emma Harris for the moment and didn’t continue teaching her. She slowly walked toward the bedroom, going with her great-uncle William Carter to invite grandma Emily Carter to eat.

After Olivia Carter left, David Carter finally looked at Emma Harris and said with a laugh, “Isn’t she a handful? Just like a little troublemaker, right?”

Emma Harris replied politely, “Not at all, Xiaoxiao teaches very well.”

David Carter: “She’s got quite a temper when it comes to this. If you don’t go along with her, she can torment you all day!”

Grace Bennett: “Isn’t that because you spoiled her back then, always playing those classroom games with her…”

Emma Harris said seriously, “Parent-child games are one of the best ways to inspire talent. This might be a very important part of Xiaoxiao’s development.”

“From my initial observation, I think Xiaoxiao is very strong in language and interpersonal skills, especially the latter—it’s quite impressive. Honestly, I’ve met quite a few gifted children with language talent, but rarely anyone with more charisma than Xiaoxiao. In fact, I’d say I haven’t.”

Emma Harris had met plenty of prodigies, including some famous ones, like “the youngest Mensa member,” but few were like Olivia Carter.

David Carter looked surprised. “Interpersonal skills count as a special ability? Doesn’t everyone have that?”

Emma Harris couldn’t use academic jargon, so she picked words that were easy to understand and explained, “Just saying ‘interpersonal skills’ isn’t quite accurate. It’s more that Xiaoxiao has extremely strong empathy and communication skills. She can very accurately sense others’ attitudes and establish communication with them… In other words, if she wants someone to like her, it’s very easy for her.”

Many gifted children have odd personalities and often can’t communicate well with their peers, making it hard to fit into normal life. However, this was the first time Emma Harris had met a prodigy who was the complete opposite—extremely good at interacting with people.

David Carter narcissistically touched his own face and said seriously, “Then don’t I have a special ability too? I think I’m pretty charismatic myself.”

Grace Bennett couldn’t stand her husband’s smug look. She reached out and patted his arm, frowning as she stopped him, “Alright, that’s enough.”

Emma Harris was amused by David Carter and quickly said, “Yes, yes, it’s because you taught her well that Xiaoxiao has this talent…”

Grace Bennett glanced helplessly at Emma Harris and sighed, “Don’t flatter him. He’s just like Xiaoxiao—the more you praise him, the more cocky he gets. I think it’s just that Xiaoxiao likes you, so you’re getting the wrong impression. At kindergarten, she fights with the teachers all the time—she’s not charming at all there.”

Emma Harris was taken aback. “Really?” In her view, Olivia Carter’s ability to read people was maxed out, so it didn’t make sense for her to annoy the teachers.

Grace Bennett shook her head. “You have no idea how many complaints the teachers have made about her.”

Emma Harris looked thoughtful. She was sure her judgment was correct. Olivia Carter not getting along with the kindergarten teachers probably didn’t mean she was bad at communication—it seemed more like she was being deliberately contrary. Although Emma Harris hadn’t spent much time with Olivia Carter yet, she was certain the girl wasn’t an unruly child; there must be some reason behind it.

As they were talking, Olivia Carter and great-uncle were already helping grandma Emily Carter out. Great-uncle was supporting grandma as she walked shakily, and Olivia Carter, not being tall enough, could only circle around grandma’s feet. Grandma Emily Carter looked dazed as she sat at the table, glancing around, not knowing what to do.

Olivia Carter climbed onto her own chair, stuffed a spoon into grandma’s hand, and said softly, “Grandma, eat!”

Emma Harris wanted to greet the old lady, but unfortunately, Emily Carter didn’t respond to her voice. Grace Bennett explained, “She’s old and has a bit of dementia. She can’t remember people now, and she’s hard of hearing.”

Emma Harris seemed to understand and soon noticed that the old lady didn’t react to voices—she had to wave right in front of her to get her attention. Olivia Carter sat next to grandma, constantly trying to get her attention, moving around energetically.

Grandma looked at Olivia Carter in confusion, struggling to open her mouth. Her voice was a bit hoarse, like an old bellows, and she drew out the syllables, “Xiao—Xiao—”