When I was in high shool, there was a student in my class. For the first time in my life I saw an **intellect**.
I never saw he was studing. Playing games or reading novels were all the things I can see.
There are also some **studiaholics**, which means they can approach the **intellects** on score through hard work.
Sadly turth is I was none of them.
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I studied harder and harder, but the score was still no improve.
You can image how desperate I was, which means they are gifted and talented, and I was nothing. I'm a losser even when I was born.
After so many years have passed, I was undertood that it was just the brain's magic.
This book, written by an intellect, describe "How the Steel was Tempered".
There Is Always Hope, Thank God.
MINDMAP:
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