I am inherently someone who refuses to accept defeat. This resolve strengthened my determination to surpass W, making my study efforts even more intense. I began to realize that I was truly jealous of him—jealous of how effortlessly he achieved excellent results, and jealous that he seemed to be better than me in every aspect. Despite this, I would always smile and greet him when I saw him, and bring my difficult questions to him for help. He would always welcome me with a smile and answer my questions patiently.
I am unsure if it was my persistence that made the difference, or if other students' performance was declining. I recall that by the third year of middle school, the gap between our scores and that of the third-place student widened significantly. Often, both of us scored over 620 points, while the third-place student only had around 580 points. Only the two of us could make it into the top 10 of the grade ranking.
In the end, I surpassed W. In the two most critical exams of our third year, during the midterm, I finally took the first place in my class, and my turn to speak at the parents' meeting was scheduled before his. The other significant exam was the High School Entrance Examination (Zhongkao), where I scored 5 points higher than him. I was thrilled, feeling like a general who had suffered many defeats finally won the last battle—a joy that no amount of drinking could fully capture. I still remember what W said to me at a class reunion: "You beat me again, even in the last round." He raised his glass to toast me, and In that moment, I felt a profound sense of relief and happily clinked my glass with his.