This is Li Jiashen's story.
“Why are there always so many people around Brother Shen...”
Yu Tianze muttered. It seemed he could never get close to Li Jiashen. The two sides of the table were the closest they ever got.
Eight years, 56 finals. They tore into each other, neither willing to bow their head, admit defeat, or give up.
They were each other's greatest rivals and each other's strongest support.
But no one can beat time. After eight years of stubbornly keeping his distance, Yu Tianze finally realized that Li Jiashen hadn't simply been standing there waiting for him all along. It was Li Jiashen's strength that had made him take everything for granted.
Later, everyone was amazed to see the two rivals who had played more finals against each other than anyone else in history becoming devoted to one another... clingy... cooing... hugging and cuddling...
“Hey, kid, you're pretty good at this. What's your name?”
“I'm not a kid anymore. My name is Yu Tianze.”
