From childhood to adulthood, my little childhood sweethearts have never been better than me.
My grades in elementary school were higher than hers, and her mother said I was good.
In junior high school, my grades were higher than hers, and her mother said I was good.
She still played steadily in high school and college, keeping her under pressure.
I am what her mother calls someone else's child, and her mother has always compared me to her since I was a child.
Later we became bitter enemies.
Outside of society, I can still keep her under control. She thinks that I am always against her, but she doesn't know that I just want her to ask her questions and talk to me more.
Winning me has become her obsession, my obsession is only her
Intention: Two-way
