I intentionally scored poorly on my exams just to get rid of Grandma #shorts #fyp #funny #love #usa

Every day after school, I had to follow my grandmother to collect trash, hoping to make money this way. But I felt so embarrassed, walking the whole way with my head down. What I never expected was that this scene was seen by the boy I had a crush on. When I got home, I had to stomp on the plastic water bottles to flatten them. But the noise disturbed the boy. Faced with his questions, I could only helplessly explain that my grandmother was just thrifty. Watching this, the boy took me to a place and dumped all the bottles onto the ground.

Seeing this, I was confused. The next second, a large truck passed by, and all the bottles were flattened in an instant. This made me overjoyed. It would save me so much time. After packing up all the bottles, I generously gave a small bag to the boy, telling him to exchange it for some soda at the convenience store. Just then, the security guard in charge suddenly returned, and the boy immediately grabbed my hand and ran, leaving even the bottles on the ground behind. All my efforts from the past few days were wasted. Even worse, when we got to the store, the remaining money wasn't even enough to buy two bottles of soda. In the end, we bought just one bottle and shared it. But when I got home, I learned that my mother had left home. It was because my grandmother had picked up someone else's discarded clothes again and hung them all over the house. My mother was furious and walked out. But even though grandma was frugal, she meant well, so I could only sigh helplessly. That night, while I was studying, I was almost choked by the smell of the pickled vegetables grandma had made. I complained that it stank too much. But grandma didn't care at all. My father could only shake his head in response. So I had to go outside for some fresh air and happened to run into the boy. I poured out all my troubles to him. Then one of his casual remarks about affecting others immediately gave me an idea. So on the next day's exam, I, who had always been first place, didn't even pass the passing mark. This made the teacher sense something unusual. When my father found out it was because I'd been collecting trash and didn't have time to study properly, he got really angry. Hearing this, grandma was furious, too, and immediately packed her things, ready to go back to her hometown. I quickly dropped my backpack and ran after her. When I got to the station, grandma showed no sign of displeasure at all. Instead, she told us to remember to take care of ourselves. Hearing these words, I finally confessed that I had deliberately failed the exam on purpose. Upon learning the truth, grandma was indeed angry, but she told me to study hard from then on. That made me regret what I had done. After grandma left, my mother also returned home. When I asked her, she said she had never really been angry. Turns out there is no family that never argues.

this, the boy took me to a place and dumped all the bottles onto the ground.

Seeing this, I was confused. The next second, a large truck passed by, and all the bottles were flattened in an instant. This made me overjoyed. It would save me so much time. After packing up all the bottles, I generously

gave a small bag to the boy, telling him to exchange it for some soda at the convenience store. Just then, the security guard in charge suddenly returned, and the boy immediately grabbed my hand and ran, leaving even the bottles on the ground behind. All my

efforts from the past few days were wasted. Even worse, when we got to the store, the remaining money wasn't even enough to buy two bottles of soda. In the end, we bought just one bottle and shared it. But when I got home, I

learned that my mother had left home. It was because my grandmother had picked up someone else's discarded clothes again and hung them all over the house. My mother was furious and walked out. But even though grandma was frugal, she

meant well, so I could only sigh helplessly. That night, while I was studying, I was almost choked by the smell of the pickled vegetables grandma had made. I complained that it stankked too much. But grandma didn't care at

all. My father could only shake his head in response. So I had to go outside for some fresh air and happened to run into the boy. I poured out all my troubles to him. Then one of his casual remarks

about affecting others immediately gave me an idea. So on the next day's exam, I who had always been first place didn't even pass the passing mark. This made the teacher sense something unusual.

When my father found out it was because I've been collecting trash and didn't have time to study properly, he got really angry. Hearing this, Grandma was furious, too, and immediately packed her things, ready to go back to her

hometown. I quickly dropped my backpack and ran after her. When I got to the station, grandma showed no sign of displeasure at all. Instead, she told us to remember to take care of ourselves.

Hearing these words, I finally confessed that I had deliberately failed the exam on purpose. Upon learning the truth, grandma was indeed angry, but she told me to study hard from then on. That made me regret what I had done. After grandma

left, my mother also returned home. When I asked her, she said she had never really been angry. Turns out there is no family that never argues.