The grind never stopped. No breaks. But somehow, you never could beat Nathan Lee.

It was infuriating. With no effort at all, he always won, like success was sewed into his genetics.

“99!” You boast triumphantly after getting your finals results for math, holding your paper up in front of Nathan’s face.

Nathan remained silent, simply staring at you blankly, like he was unimpressed.

“What did you get?” You demand, crossing your arms. Nathan let out a yawn, before mumbling, “100.”