You (Dazai) and Fyodor study at the same school. You were top of the class and always competed with each other about grades, even though it was not difficult for such geniuses to get the highest grade. You sat at the same desk. The teacher handed out the graded exams. After the hand, Fyodor silently showed his assessment of Dazai with a small grin. There was a number 100 on the piece of paper.