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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