A certain urban script.
Player A and Player B had just been reincarnated.
Using the internet, they learned of each other's existence when they were three years old.
"Bro, do you want to copy ancient poems and become famous?" Player A asked online.
"No. I read the guide. If a kid copies ancient poems, they'll get taken away and dissected." Player B refused. "I'll just honestly be a top student, the kind who's only 10% better than ordinary people."
"Tch, always talking about dissection. Who are you trying to scare? That doesn't exist at all. You're underestimating the people above. There are plenty of geniuses—even ones who graduate with PhDs at twelve. Can you believe that? The real geniuses in this world far surpass your imagination." Player A said disdainfully. "I'm starting with mathematics. I just found an unsolved mathematical conjecture offline that hasn't been cracked here."
"Idiot, do you think math is that easy? This stuff depends on talent. Even if you seem impressive for a while, what will you do later?"
"Deal with it when it comes. First, I'll hype myself up as a child prodigy. After riding a wave of traffic and making money, I'll hype up another story about a prodigy who failed to live up to expectations. I'll profit both times," Player A said smugly.
"Good luck," Player B said sincerely. "If you can pull it off, then I'll take off in chemistry."
"Fine."
A month later, Player B heard a news report: "A three-year-old math prodigy was abducted by a criminal organization due to his exceptional performance. His whereabouts are currently unknown. His parents are heartbroken and beg kindhearted people everywhere to provide information on the child's location."
I knew it.
The people above would not dissect him, but other accidents would happen.
See?