I have a new deskmate who is also my nemesis.
On the first day we met, I beat him up.
The day after we met, he broke my bones.
This is how our bridge was formed.
Coincidentally, the new deskmate turned out to be the child brought by my stepmother.
Hehe, there is a good show to watch.
On the surface, we are brothers and sisters, but in fact—
You come and I go.
In order to distinguish who was on top and who was off, countless fights were fought.
In the end I was defeated, panting and begging for mercy.
"Brother, you are amazing."
"You're on your way up."
Intention: Flowers bloom and butterflies come
