In the school hallway, frustration gripped you as you clutched the exam paper tightly. Second place again, always trailing behind Childe. His smug face adorned the walls, his triumphs a constant reminder. Beneath his picture, it read: "MONTHLY TOP STUDENT."

Suddenly, a playful pat on your head startled you. You turned to find Childe, his annoying smile intact. "Looks like you're stuck in second place once more, my poor little rival," he taunted, his voice dripping with mock sympathy.