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But my sixth and seventh sisters are only one year older than us and in a higher grade.

They always get full marks on every test! Full marks! And full marks!

We sometimes wonder what their brains are made of and why they are so smart.

We were all born from the same mother, so why are there such big differences?

During the six years of elementary school, my brother and I were in the control group in terms of academic performance.

The only thing to be thankful for is that, apart from the two of us who care a little about grades, our family members don’t pay much attention to us.

For example, although several older sisters had excellent academic performance, they never mocked us.

When we don't talk about studying, they are still very nice to us.

He often buys us snacks and toys, and sometimes takes us out to play.

Every time we met other classmates on the road, my brother and I would proudly puff out our chests and introduce them proudly.

"This is my sister. She is currently studying at a certain university."

It seems that our sisters’ strengths are our strengths.

At this time, the classmates will show envious eyes, and the mothers of the classmates will also ask them to study hard with the older sisters and take them as role models.

Every time I see my classmates getting embarrassed, my brother and I would laugh secretly.

Apart from studying, the person we fear most is our father.

Whenever my dad was away on a mission, it would take him 10 days or half a month, and as soon as he came back he would catch us training.

We are so young and our bodies have not yet fully developed, but we have to endure high-intensity training every day.

My brother and I often think, if Dad hadn’t been on missions so often, we would have died young.

After finally getting through elementary school, the pressure was even greater when I entered junior high school.

But my brother and I were surprised to find that our academic performance not only did not decline, but actually improved slightly.

But it's just a little bit, and it's not enough compared to the sisters who are as brilliant as Mingzhu.

We were admitted to a high school in the provincial capital with scores just barely above the passing line.

Speaking of this incident, I still regret it.

We really deserve it for having to go to the school where my sixth and seventh sisters are and being bullied, and for having to be their control group.

I don’t know whether my brother and I have bad memory or we just don’t like rote memorization.

Historical knowledge, for example, is always extremely difficult to memorize.

When it came time to choose between arts and science in our second year of high school, we both chose science without hesitation. After eliminating those arts subjects, our grades, which had been just average before, suddenly improved dramatically.

By our senior year, my brother and I had improved our grades from being at the bottom of the class to being in the top 100 in the grade.

Although it can't compare to my two fabulous sisters, we are still very happy.

Although my parents never put pressure on us, I could see that they were very happy to see our academic performance improve.

Once I ranked in the top 50 in my grade. When I told my mother the good news, I saw tears in her eyes.

What I don’t understand the most is my father’s reaction.

He actually turned his back and wiped his tears secretly, but I saw him doing it.

When my father went to the army, I asked my mother in confusion.

"Mom, why is Dad so happy that my grades have improved?"

"Oh! It's because you sisters are so outstanding. When your academic performance was average, your dad always thought there was something wrong with his genes."

"He always blames himself, saying that he was too stupid before, which is why you have poor academic performance."

"He always said, if he had studied harder, would your grades be better now?"

"Your father has been carrying a heavy psychological burden, but he can't bear to blame you."

"Now that he sees your progress, he knows there's nothing wrong with his genes. He's so happy that he's secretly wiping away tears."

After hearing my mother's explanation, my brother and I felt ashamed.