Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and came to me again. "We must make rules. We must go to bed at 10:30 every day. No one is allowed to study for one more minute!"
I looked at her with doubt and said, "I can do it, but I'm afraid you're cheating!"
"What!"
She said disdainfully, "I'm not that serious. If I were to defeat you, I would definitely do it fairly!"
I didn't follow through.
Although at 10:30 every day, we would send each other a message as soon as possible to tell each other that we would stop studying as agreed.
But I still secretly studied for half an hour more, or even read for half an hour more. I always believed that one more minute of effort would definitely be rewarded.
Once again the test finished.
Not surprisingly.
I got two more points than her!
She was very angry, and after school, she asked me to wait for her at the coffee shop outside the school.
As soon as she entered the coffee shop, she tore up the test paper in front of me, then threw the paper in my face, and asked me if I had secretly studied overtime!
Faced with her questioning, I felt a little embarrassed and admitted that I studied half an hour more every day.
I thought she would be even more angry when she heard that, but she left without saying a word.
Until another exam, she still failed to pass it. She cried in the classroom. And our teachers and classmates comforted her.
In the evening, she asked me to meet her in a park.
She asked me again if I had been learning secretly, and I generously admitted that I still studied half an hour more every day.
She cried when she heard this.
Only then did I realize that she was crying because she studied secretly until one o'clock in the morning every day, but was still surpassed by me time and time again.
We were all very naive and silly at that time. I just watched her cry and didn't know how to comfort her.
It was time for another exam.
I deliberately made two mistakes in the answers and lost to her.
These two mistakes were very childish. And I was criticized by the teacher in public and was called to the office for a lecture.
While I was in the office, Fiona took a look at my test paper and knew that I did it on purpose.
She asked me to meet her on the weekend.
But when the meeting time came, she didn't show up and didn't answer my phone calls. I looked for her everywhere and saw that she was blocked by two bastards in an alley.