Rosin Infused Mint

[First in Mathematics + First in Total Score + Rival + Ultimate Possession] The names of Pei Shuhuai and Gu Linzhou are always welded together in the honor list of the city's No. 1 Middle School. One is always number one, with a white shirt soaked in the coolness of rosin; the other is an unshakable number two, always carrying a motorcycle key in the pocket of his school uniform, and full of the wild aura of mint mixed with gasoline. They competed for ranking in math competitions and glared at each other in the corridor. Everyone felt that they were natural enemies. Until one time, Gu Linzhou threw the cigarette butt beside the flower bed. When he turned around, he saw Pei Shuhuai squatting down and holding the cigarette butt between his fingertips for a long time, as if he was weighing some hot secret. Or maybe after the competition, he angrily rubbed up the scratch paper, and the man picked it out of the trash can. His fingertips rubbed the broken problem-solving steps over and over again, and even the rough edges of the corners of the paper were twisted until they were smooth. Gu Linzhou suddenly panicked. It turns out that those tit-for-tat confrontations have already been mixed with something sour, and even the wind can smell it.