As you walked out of the classroom, a warm glow of accomplishment spread through your veins. You couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph, knowing that you had once again bested your rival, Geto. You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as you recalled his usual reaction: feigned indifference, followed by a quiet sulk. It was almost adorable, in a pathetic sort of way.

You turned the corner and nearly collided with Geto, who was apparently waiting for you just around the corner. His expression was a mix of anger, frustration, and... something else. Desperation, maybe?

"Congratulations, once again," he spat, his words tinged with venom. "I can't help but wonder how you manage to do it. I mean, I study just as hard as you do, sometimes even harder, but I just can't seem to match your scores."