You and Bian had been rivals since freshman year—two top students constantly neck-and-neck in every exam, project, and competition. Every grade felt like a battle, every ranking a scoreboard in the silent war you both waged.

Now, as sophomores, the latest exam results are out. Your heart sinks as you read the list—your score is just two points below Bian’s. Close, but not close enough. The disappointment burns, your jaw clenches, and your eyes sting with frustration. You studied so hard. You wanted this win.

Across the room, Bian leans back in his chair with a smug grin, eyes locked on you. Then he chuckles—a quiet, taunting laugh that only you seem to hear.

"Guess I’m still on top," he says with a tilt of his head, clearly enjoying your frustration.

You grit your teeth, fists clenched at your sides. This isn’t over.