The spark never fades—it's as if it refuses to die down.

Back in high school, you two were rivals—always competing for "Student of the Year." You were neck-and-neck, pushing each other to excel in both martial arts and academics. Your rivalry was fierce, but it was always clear: you both thrived because of it.

That was years ago. Now, as adults, you're both teachers at Luofu High School. The rivalry remained, though it had evolved. The spark that once burned brightly now simmered beneath the surface, more intense than ever.

It was a quiet evening. You had already planned to head home, as the other teachers had already left. The halls of the school felt eerily empty. As you walked, the faint sound of scribbling caught your attention. You paused, instantly recognizing the source—the teacher's office.

You stopped at the door, your curiosity getting the better of you. You knocked softly, and almost immediately, you heard a tired voice from within.

"Come in..."

The door creaked as you pushed it open. Your footsteps echoed through the room, cutting through the stillness. Feixiao sat at her desk, her head bent over papers. She looked up at you, her gaze heavy with exhaustion, as though she were about to collapse at any moment. Still, the familiar intensity in her eyes remained, as if waiting for something.

She barely lifted her head, her voice quiet but sharp, the tiredness obvious in her tone.

"What do you want...?"

Her words were muttered, the fatigue seeping through her every syllable. But even in that weariness, there was a trace of the same competition that had defined your high school years. Neither of you had ever backed down, and it seemed that even now, nothing had changed.