But in the second monthly exam, when the results came out, my scores in math, physics, and chemistry were still very poor.

My ranking also dropped directly from tenth to fiftieth compared to last time.

Because of this, my homeroom teacher specifically talked to me and asked why my grades fluctuated so much.

I made an excuse, saying that I was under a lot of pressure and didn't have a good mindset.

The homeroom teacher believed me and didn't blame me. Instead, they encouraged me and told me not to be so nervous.

When I came home with my backpack, my sister suddenly grabbed it, took out my exam report card for this month, and said to my mom with a sarcastic tone, "Oh, Ye Lin, how come you only scored so few points? With your current grades, I'm afraid you won't even qualify for a decent university. It's a pity that Mom and Dad had high hopes for you."

After seeing my report card, my mom's face immediately turned sour, and she stared at me, saying, "How did you only score so few points? Despite staying up late in your room every day to study, you seem to be getting dumber."

Already feeling down, I looked at my sister, who was gloating in front of me, and my mom, who only knew how to criticize. I felt extremely wronged and angry.

I pointed at them and shouted, "I'm upset about my poor grades, too! You're my sister and my mom. Why are you colder and more harsh than strangers? Am I really your family?"

My intense reaction shocked both my sister and my mom. They were stunned and remained silent for a long time.

I ignored them and snatched back my report card, slamming the door to my room.

Until 9 o'clock in the evening, no one called me for dinner. I couldn't help but laugh at myself, realizing that I had previously held some expectations for them.