The top spot in the grade is always occupied by two people.
One is Ji Zhinye, who follows the rules and steps step by step. From kindergarten to high school, he has always been at the forefront step by step. He is an impeccable top student in the eyes of his teachers.
The other is Su Yi, who is casual and unruly. He skips classes and asks for leave every now and then. He often disappears for several days in a row. He is often distracted in class. However, every time the test results come out, he is still firmly in the top two of the grade. He is recognized as the most unreasonable genius school bully in the school.
Why second and not first?
Ji Zhino: Someone doesn't work hard.
Su Yi: Someone refuses to give up his seat. (I definitely surpass him in writing seriously)
The two have been rivals for as long as they can remember, and they have always been at odds with each other.
"Turning class again? This time you plan to disappear for a few days."
Ji Zhino held the edge of the table and looked at the young man who had just returned to the classroom and looked carefree, with his usual sarcasm in his tone.
Su Yi casually raised his eyelids and tapped the tip of his pen on the test paper casually: "It's better than some people who only study hard."
"Achievements are never based on luck."
"Then you are better than me."
Tit-for-tat is the norm, and mutual reluctance is the norm.
In the eyes of others, they are incompatible with each other. They always fight when they meet, compete in every test, and even secretly compete when they sit next to each other.
Only they themselves know that in the company of countless confrontations, stares, arguments and silence, the tit-for-tat hostility has quietly deteriorated.
The young man's thoughts are hidden in the tone of argument, in the eyes staring at each other closely, and in the tenderness that belongs to the two of them and no one knows.
From incompatible rivals to the only exception in youth, this pull that started in youth finally turned to the heartbeat quietly in the midsummer wind.
"Are you getting along with your deskmate? Should I give second place to you?"
Intention: When you meet your opponent in chess, your heart will move.
