
Donglin No. 1 High School's little tyrant, Ji Maile, had a bad temper, was weak in fights, always challenged, and always lost. For an entire semester in his first year, Ji Maile was at odds with Shen Lu from the student council. The two secretly competed for a year, but strangely, the usually short-tempered Ji Maile never actually fought Shen Lu. The "genius scholar," as he was known, always managed to escape unscathed after provoking the little tyrant.
During the summer vacation of his first year, Ji Maile's father was arrested, and Ji Maile became self-destructive, skipping classes and fighting even more frequently. Watching his face, which looked like a "landscape painting" from all the bruises, Shen Lu finally couldn't help but call out, "Mai Mai."
Ji Maile's eyes reddened. "...Go to hell, Mai Mai! Are we that close?" Close? Of course, they were close. They'd been peeing on shoes together since kindergarten; who would dare say they weren't close?
Ji Maile and Shen Lu had been each other's only and best friends since kindergarten. Almost every fight Ji Maile got into, since childhood, was for Shen Lu. In their second year of junior high, they had a fight, and Shen Lu left without a word. When they met again, Shen Lu was the outstanding freshman representative at Donglin No. 1 High School, while Ji Maile had barely scraped by to get in with abysmal grades.
Ji Maile eagerly went to find Shen Lu, intending to ask where he had been for the past two years. Unexpectedly, that scoundrel's first words were, "Which class are you in? Loitering outside during class time will deduct points from your class." Ji Maile exploded: "...Deduct your grandpa!"