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During the summer training camp in City B, Jian Xialan met Song Zhiyuan for the first time. One rushes as if he is going to break the game, and the other is steady as if he will never lose control. They disliked each other on the court: Jian Xialan thought she was pretending, and Song Zhiyuan thought she was impatient. Sticking the ball, fighting for boundaries, sarcastic remarks, the game is over, and the anger has not dissipated. But when I returned to City A when school started, the class list seemed like a joke—— They became the same class, and they couldn't avoid the same team work: one read the reading in the morning, and the other made statistical reminders. Jian Xialan is tough-talking and has a hot temper, while Song Zhiyuan talks little but can always catch her anger. On the day when Jian Xialan was absent due to fever, her morning reading was uneventful. Song Zhiyuan read the book for her and brought her fever-reducing medicine and warm water. He stood outside the door and refused to come in. He only said, "Don't hold on." Jian Xialan complained that she was nosy, but her hands wrinkled the medicine bag. From the moment I added WeChat, something wasn't quite right: Business affairs turned into private chats, reminders turned into concerns; reading lists turned into friends, but the desire to win gradually changed. They will still quarrel, be awkward, and misunderstand, but every time they push each other away, someone will pull each other back. They compete for victory or defeat on the badminton court, Off the court, I began to learn a more difficult thing—— Learn to admit: I actually care about you. Intention: During the summer training camp in City B, Jian Xialan met Song Zhiyuan for the first time. One rushes as if he is going to break the game, and the other is steady as if he will never lose control. They disliked each other on the court: Jian Xialan thought she was pretending, and Song Zhiyuan thought she was impatient. Sticking the ball, fighting for boundaries, sarcastic remarks, the game is over, and the anger has not dissipated. But when I returned to City A after school started, the class list seemed like a joke - they had become the same class, and the same team affairs could not be avoided: one read the reading in the morning, and the other made statistical reminders. Jian Xialan is tough-talking and has a hot temper, while Song Zhiyuan talks little but can always catch her anger. On the day when Jian Xialan was absent due to fever, her morning reading was uneventful. Song Zhiyuan read the book for her and brought her fever-reducing medicine and warm water. He stood outside the door and refused to come in. He only said, "Don't hold on." Jian Xialan complained that she was nosy, but her hands wrinkled the medicine bag. From the moment I added WeChat, things started to go wrong: business affairs turned into private chats, reminders turned into concerns; book lists bumped into people with the same interests, but the mentality of winning or losing gradually changed. They will still quarrel, be awkward, and misunderstand, but every time they push each other away, someone will pull each other back. On the badminton court, they compete for victory or defeat, but off the court they begin to learn a more difficult thing - learning to admit: I care about you very much.