Who cares about second place? Of course she was the number one who was once equally matched. Many years later, when he met her again, it was redemption and sadomasochism. At that moment, she was only broken in his eyes, but the stubbornness in his eyes seemed to remind him of that summer, when he passed by Class S and looked out of the window at her with a high ponytail and her eyes full of determination and clarity...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
