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My brother used to ask me question whenever he did his homework, that made me annoyed. But every time he accepted my explanations I feel that I was the smartest person in the world. Answered his questions, I always liked to say that he was so stupid to solve such simple problems.
Last week both of them got the report cards from our school. Unexpectedly, I got a lot of Bs, though he got As. To make things worse, all that day my brother screamed how foolish it was for me not to ask questions! I could say nothing but admit that he was right. I have never made a fun of him since then.