We were each other's most stubborn rivals in our youth, using scores, rankings, and applause as weapons, but in the moments when we lowered our guard again and again, we glimpsed the weakness and light under the armor. It turns out that the tit-for-tat confrontation in those years was just the clumsiest way to confirm the other party's existence.
Now he is sitting next to me peeling oranges, and the sunlight falls on his hands through the window. I suddenly remember that in high school, he always said behind me, "I will definitely surpass you this time." At this moment, he handed a piece of orange to my mouth and whispered: "This time, we are considered a tie."
It turns out that the best ending is not who wins, but when two people who have been competing for most of their youth finally learn to hold each other's hand and turn "you and me" into "us".
Intention: A true equal match is never a competition to win or lose, but a clear understanding of each other's edges and brilliance in each confrontation, and finally understand: the best opponent is the soul confidant hidden under the shell of "confrontation". Every moment of tit-for-tat in those years was a silent foreshadowing of fate - allowing two equally proud people to learn to catch each other's edge with sincerity, in addition to winning or losing.