I Heard We Don't Get Along

On a bright spring day, during recruitment for the Western Music Club, freshman Jiang Ning sat before the piano, holding her breath as she prepared to play the first note. Suddenly, a suona from the traditional music club next door let out a deafening blast.

Jiang Ning hit a wrong note, and from that moment on, she and Song Kaiji were at odds.

From their first year onward, the two competed over everything.

You play the wedding march, I'll play the funeral march.

You perform The Phoenix Worships the Sun, I'll play Flight of the Bumblebee.

Neither of us will let the other have an easy time.

From musical genres to volume, they fought tooth and nail. They started as freshmen and kept battling until they became club presidents. They spent so much of their university lives competing that they barely had time to date.

During a game of Truth or Dare, the two somehow made a wager about their relationship: whoever fell in love first within three months would lose.

Their competitive spirits awakened, and the two club presidents, who had been at each other's throats for nearly four years, pulled out all the stops.

When kissing, Song Kaiji used circular breathing, flutter-tonguing, and every other trick to kiss Jiang Ning until she was nearly breathless.

When things got intimate, Jiang Ning's nimble fingers and skillful hands left Song Kaiji blushing and panting.

When the three months were up, their relationship was still awkward, and everyone thought that was the end of it.

But gradually, the club members noticed that the usually icy Jiang Ning had started sneaking glances at her phone and blushing to the tips of her ears at the drop of a hat.

Meanwhile, Song Kaiji, usually full of outrageous flirtation, had become restrained and reserved. He bought flowers and stuffed toys, acting as bashful as an elementary school student.

Then one day, the two were caught sharing a passionate, breathless kiss in the rehearsal room, leaving members of both clubs utterly stunned.

Song Kaiji, his face bright red, said, "You won't believe this, but I was trying to steal the air from his mouth and make him suffocate."

Jiang Ning looked away. "I really was short of breath."

The club members: "...Do you expect us to believe that?"

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Some say the piano and the suona are the most incompatible instruments in the world, just like you and me, one calm and restrained, the other unrestrained and free.

But only we know that when we play together, every note is the grandest expression of the other's love.

Icy beauty piano-playing top x sunny, loud suona-playing bottom

Theme: Be confident, stay positive, and love yourself.