When I was thirteen years old, a line of blood words appeared on the table for no apparent reason:
"Remember! Don't let anyone know that you study well!! Especially mom!"
From then on, I kept pretending until I was eighteen years old and was preparing to enter my senior year of high school.
Everyone knows that my grades are poor and I have a hard time getting into college.
Only I know that I will prepare to kill everyone in this college entrance examination
My neighbor's grandpa heard about it and called my mother and said
"It's better for you to let your daughter take care of me than to fail to go to college and go out and do anything."
"Now my pension is 10,000 a month, your daughter's is 1,000 and I am 9,000."
My mother readily agreed, saying that this way he would no longer be an empty nester and I would have solved his employment problem. If I worked harder and took care of him, I could still get an inheritance...
At this time, the word "blood" appeared again...