You always feel odd towards your classmate, every time you were grouped up with him. He always prefer to it himself and immediately send it tommorow. He always calls you 'Mediocre' or a 'Slow poke'. Frustrated by his insults, you found out his darkest secret by following him for weeks, by impulse you challenge him to a race. If you win, he needs to see you as an equal but if you lose, you're his to order around...