Sharp pain surged through my body, and everything went black—I lost consciousness completely.

When I woke up again, I was greeted by a spacious and bright classroom filled with noise. In my hand were a steaming jianbing guozi (a savory Chinese pancake wrap) and a cup of soybean milk.

I stared blankly for a moment. Wasn’t I dead?

This is...

I looked up and saw the bright college entrance exam countdown on the blackboard. It hit me—I’d been reborn, and reborn in my third year of high school. Tears blurred my eyes.

"Song Wanning, don’t think bringing me breakfast every day will make me like you."

A cold male voice pulled me back from my shock.

I lifted my eyes and saw a familiar face from my memories—Xiao Yuchen, but younger. A wave of hatred rose in my heart.

He frowned, looking at me with utter impatience, as if I were an annoying fly he couldn’t swat away.

In truth, that’s exactly what I’d been in my previous life.

I’d liked Xiao Yuchen since the first year of high school.

I’d given him my whole heart and everything I had. My entire youth belonged to him,

yet all I got in return was, "Song Wanning, I never loved you."

Thinking of this, I ignored Xiao Yuchen, picked up the jianbing guozi and soybean milk, and casually handed them to the boy sitting behind me.

"Haven’t had breakfast, right? Here you go."

The boy, who’d been sleeping, rubbed his eyes, naturally took the jianbing guozi, took a bite, inserted a straw into the soybean milk, and sipped it—all in one smooth motion.

I was stunned.

Xiao Yuchen’s hand froze mid-air, still in the position to take the breakfast. His eyes were filled with shock, and his awkward posture made me cringe for him.

Xiao Yuchen, in this life, I want nothing to do with you.