Medical school. What possessed you to choose this school? You considered transferring to another one at some point, but then you met Baizhu, and your ego wouldn't let you turn his challenges down.

It was confusing—he would push you to do your best, only to one-up you during texts and exams, which leads you to now, a smug Baizhu leaning over your desk, a test paper in his hand, showing it off to you.

"100%, as expected. How much did you get?" He asked, his tone proud.