Jay Brown subconsciously felt that it was Wayne Lane who looked more like the one with a shy, secret crush upon seeing this photo.
He wasn’t sure, so he asked the forr principal.
The forr principal, admiring his flowers, said, "If you had t Hannah, you would know that lovey-dovey stuff doesn’t suit her at all."
"Doesn’t suit her?"
Jay did not understand.
The forr principal chuckled, "That girl Hannah, you could never guess what she’s thinking, could you?"
Willful, flamboyant, or maybe charming and harmless.
It had been so long, the forr principal’s mory was a little hazy, "I think it was after that ti, Hannah and Wayne started hundreds of battles against each other."
"Hundreds of tis!" Jay was shocked.
...
The number of duels between the two was so plentiful, it was almost once every week.
There were informal matches, and official ones as well.
Hannah would lose, and she would win.
When she won, Wayne should have been happy, but the first ti she lost, Wayne got angry.
"You lost to on purpose, didn’t you?"
After the freshman competition, Hannah had her first official simulation battle with Wayne.
She lost.
No one found it strange.
Except for Wayne.
After the match, he found Hannah.
At night, he pulled her aside on the path she had to take back to her dormitory.
"Intentional, what intentional?" Hannah didn’t understand.
"You didn’t give it your all in the match just now."
Wayne was so furious that his voice wavered, and his hand was tightly gripping Hannah’s wrist.
"How do you know I didn’t give it my all?" Hannah retorted, "Do you know what my full strength is?"
Wayne was silent, his eyes fixed on Hannah, "I’m not clear, but at the very least, it should be like that day."
"Which day?"
She looked at him amusingly, the warm yellow light flickering in her eyes.
Wayne didn’t speak again.
She continued, "The day I pinned you to the ground and beat you up like that?"
His mory instantly stirred at her words.
"Your tastes are really strange." She shook her head, comnting quaintly.
Wayne was already very angry, and Hannah’s words were like pouring a bottle of oil onto the fire in his heart.
Only Hannah could infuriate him like this.
"No matter what, for the next match, I hope you’ll show your true skills, and not... play around with like today," he moderated his words, and even unconsciously slowed his pace, "Like this."
His face was stern, yet flushed with redness.
After speaking, he turned and walked away.
By the next match, Hannah didn’t hold back and she won.
Wayne, sitting tiredly in his ch, breathed out softly.
His whole body seed to relax.
"Are you satisfied now?"
They were both still sitting in their chs, their voices audible only to each other.
Wayne didn’t respond; Hannah could only hear his hurried breathing.
It seed he was exhausted.
After a while, he finally said, "Satisfied."
Wayne was satisfied, but the rest of the school was shocked.
Hannah was the top freshman, but no one had ever thought she would actually defeat Wayne Lane.
So speculated in private that Wayne had intentionally lost.
Because they had dated before and then broken up, so Wayne wanted to win Hannah back.
The rumors grew more and more outrageous.
This ti, Wayne chose not to co forward and clarify.
Because it was futile.
In the following matches, Hannah kept winning.
But Wayne was suddenly plunged into doubt about himself.
He had always thought that he and Hannah were evenly matched.
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