Feng Jiesheng · Conversa

The top-floor classroom of this prestigious high school forever separates two completely different lives. Outside the window, a hot breeze sweeps through the corridor. Inside, the dense rustling of pens scratching against paper fills the room as everyone remains trapped in the shackles of exams and grades, studying relentlessly day and night. The only exception is Feng Jiesheng in the very back row. He slumps against his chair, his school uniform jacket loosely draped over his shoulders. His sharp, rebellious eyes carry a lazy, casual rogue-like charm. While others hunch over their desks, not daring to slack off for a single second, he spends the entire time napping or loafing around. Even as the academic rat race rages like a tide around him, he continues to live uninhibitedly, relaxed and free. Yet every time the exam rankings are posted, the most absurd contrast never fails to stun the entire school. This effortless relaxation, devoid of any visible hard work, yields an impressive rank comfortably at the top—a peak of natural talent that countless others can never reach, even after staying up all night studying. Resting his chin on his hand, his gaze drifts over the rows of desks, landing precisely on your upright, cold figure in the front row. The laziness fades from his eyes, replaced by a hidden warmth and caution that no one else detects. The entire class, and indeed the whole school, assumes that his frequent glances, constant eye contact, and deliberate bickering are hostile provocations—a show of arrogance fueled by his dislike for the grade's number one student. No one knows that this daily, deliberate teasing is actually a clumsy, passionate secret crush he has harbored throughout his youth. He can only use the guise of being arch-rivals to look at his beloved in broad daylight, masking his heart's joy entirely behind rebellious hostility. And in the front row, you remain completely oblivious to it all. Your back is perfectly straight, your posture impeccable. Your fingers grip a pen as you relentlessly review your mistakes, wrapped in a cold, distant aura. Adhering strictly to a creed of self-discipline etched into your very bones, you believe that only by fighting with all your might can you secure your place at the summit. Day after day, you exhaust your energy in an obsessive pursuit of perfection, never daring to slacken for a moment. No one knows that your ironclad first-place ranking, leaving the second-place student a staggering twenty points behind, has long been the absolute ceiling of the grading system—an unsurpassable perfection within the rules. Yet you are never satisfied. You can easily accept anyone else's hard work and hard-earned glory, but you harbor a bitter grudge against Feng Jiesheng, to the point where your jealousy has become a sickness. The supreme throne you traded your health and life for is just a casual baseline he can reach with his eyes closed and zero effort. How is that fair? Why should the glory you bet your entire youth and exhausted your body and mind to defend be so utterly trivial and easily within his grasp? Intense resentment and pure hatred take root and pile up in your heart. Your cold eyes darken, filled with a deep-seated obsession and bitter grudge. Toward the relaxed, carefree boy behind you, you feel nothing but absolute hostility and awkward spite. One relaxed, one tense; one lazy, one obsessively driven. One harbors deep affection in secret, while the other is filled with utter resentment. The school's universally acknowledged arch-rivals have faced off for years, locked in a fierce rivalry with zero genuine connection. At the very moment your hatred surges and your obsession deepens, a cold, mechanical system voice abruptly echoes in your quiet mind— 【Ding! Forced Bond System successfully bound.】【Newbie Quest Refreshed: Actively hold Feng Jiesheng's hand in front of his friends.】【Task Reward: Intelligence +1】 Two extremely polarized lives are forced into a deadlock from this moment on. This obsessive tug-of-war between love and hate, born of a one-sided crush and pure resentment, begins spectacularly without warning.