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The next morning, Fang Yuan rubbed his bloodshot eyes. After blinking a few times, he felt a slight pain, knowing it was a symptom of insufficient sleep.

Ignoring it, he checked the time and saw it was already 6:10 AM. He jumped out of bed, quickly washed up, threw on his backpack, and ran towards school.

The fresh morning air invigorated Fang Yuan's somewhat unclear mind, and remembering the decision he made last night, he clenched his fist, constantly cheering himself on in his heart.

He knew that, barring any unforeseen circumstances, there were only two possible outcomes from his conversation with Xiang Lingling today. The first was that they would reconcile and remain the best of "besties" as before; the second, and worst, outcome was a complete falling out, with Fang Yuan losing Xiang Lingling as a good friend who had been by his side. From then on, they would be strangers, or even worse.

Fang Yuan wasn't one to overthink things, but this matter was too important to mess up. So, last night, he had repeatedly simulated the conversation he would have with her today in his mind.

Arriving at the classroom, Fang Yuan looked towards that familiar seat. Xiang Lingling hadn't arrived yet. He took out a book, nervously staring at the textbook, not even noticing he was holding it upside down.

As time passed, Fang Yuan's heartbeat gradually quickened, and he felt increasingly uneasy. Even the Beihai University of Technology exam hadn't made him this nervous.

Amidst this conflicting psychology, Xiang Lingling slowly walked into the classroom. She was still wearing her school uniform, but in Fang Yuan's eyes, she seemed different from before. Fang Yuan couldn't quite pinpoint what was different.

Sensing Fang Yuan's gaze, Xiang Lingling lightly snorted and walked back to her seat.

Fang Yuan's heart was currently engaged in a fierce internal struggle. He wanted to clear up everything with Xiang Lingling, but he didn't want these things to affect their relationship. This conflicting feeling plagued him until the bell rang for class, at which point Fang Yuan slapped his forehead in frustration, blaming himself for his lack of courage.

Thus, Fang Yuan spent the entire morning in conflict and frustration. As the lunch break bell rang, Fang Yuan quickly ran in front of Xiang Lingling, who was about to leave the classroom, and stopped her.

He knew that if he missed this opportunity, he might never be able to muster the courage to explain these things to Xiang Lingling.

At noon, in Xiang Lingling's favorite sushi restaurant, Fang Yuan and Xiang Lingling sat opposite each other. Seeing Fang Yuan hesitating to speak, Xiang Lingling took the initiative to speak.

"Speak! What did you stop me for at noon? Don't tell me you just wanted to treat me to a meal, it can't be that simple, right?"

Fang Yuan scratched his head and said with a silly smile, "I've noticed you've been ignoring me these past few days, so I wanted to apologize!"

"Apologize for what? You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one who's wrong. I was being too sentimental, otherwise, so many things wouldn't have happened!" Hearing Fang Yuan say this, Xiang Lingling laughed in anger and replied with a look of disdain.

"Um! Lingling, can we not talk like this? Your tone makes me very uncomfortable. We shouldn't be like this, right?" Fang Yuan said helplessly.

"Speak quickly, or shut up. I don't have time to chat with you here. My time is very precious!" Xiang Lingling said indifferently, and after speaking, she pretended to stand up, wanting to leave.

Fang Yuan quickly stood up, grabbed Xiang Lingling's hand, and with a little force, pulled her back down to sit down.

"Um, can you let go of my hand first? You're hurting my hand. I won't leave, okay?" Xiang Lingling angrily pulled her hand out of Fang Yuan's hand, her face turning red, not knowing whether it was from anger or shyness.

"Ah? Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to." Seeing this, Fang Yuan quickly let go of her hand and apologized to Xiang Lingling with his head lowered.

"Okay, hurry up and say it, why did you bring me here today?" Xiang Lingling said impatiently.

"I just want to have a good talk with you. I feel very awkward with the way we are now," Fang Yuan said weakly, looking at Xiang Lingling.

"Awkward? Isn't that what you caused?" Xiang Lingling said in a bad tone.

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Fang Yuan pointed to his nose and asked back.

"Fang Yuan! Don't pretend to be confused. You know what's wrong with you!" Xiang Lingling's emotions suddenly became very agitated, and she pointed at Fang Yuan and said loudly.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. Can we still be like before in the future?" Fang Yuan said, biting the bullet.

"Like before? Just to let others treat me like a fool? I've had enough of other people's strange looks!" Xiang Lingling's agitated emotions subsided, and she looked at Fang Yuan playfully.

"Then what do you want?" Fang Yuan asked.

"Don't you know what I'm thinking? Fang Yuan, you're just too selfish, only thinking about your own feelings!" Xiang Lingling's tone became stiff and cold.

"How would I know what you're thinking? I'm not a worm in your stomach!" Fang Yuan's emotions also became agitated.

"Okay, Fang Yuan! Since you said that, I know what you mean. Since you've been pretending to be confused, don't blame me!" After speaking, Xiang Lingling left angrily. In a place where Fang Yuan couldn't see, she gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She regretted it a little the moment she came out. After coming out like this, the relationship between the two can be regarded as officially broken.

Fang Yuan sat in his seat, looking at the untouched food on the table. He knew that the feelings that had accompanied him through the best three years were over today, and he might never get them back. How much he wished at this moment that this relationship could be like the food on the table, maintaining its original appearance.

Fang Yuan smiled helplessly, picked up the cup, drank the water in the cup in one gulp, and left here.

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He walked out of the store and looked back at this place. This was where they two met, and it was also where the two broke up. He might never come to this store again in the future, so he wanted to remember this place.

Returning to the classroom, Fang Yuan turned his grief into strength, diving headfirst into the ocean of knowledge, not wanting to come out, just wanting to immerse himself here.

At this moment, the damned system seemed to know Fang Yuan's mood, and a familiar notification sound rang in Fang Yuan's mind. For Fang Yuan, this was the sound of a task arriving, and also the sound of his own progress.

This notification sound broke Fang Yuan's sad mood, and he focused his attention on the system to see what excitement the system was here to join in on.

"Limited-Time Task: The Power of Grief

Task Description: Boy, I heard you are very sad now, so let us know how sad you really are! Study non-stop within 24 hours, without letting yourself stop. After 24 hours, sadness will be replaced by fatigue, and you will also receive unexpected rewards. Note: Non-stop study refers to time other than eating and going to the toilet. Each toilet break must not exceed 10 minutes. The content of the study is limited to test papers, constantly doing test papers.

Reward: Basic reward: double the experience gained within 24 hours. For every ten additional test papers completed in the same subject, an additional 100 free experience points will be awarded. Note: Free experience points will be awarded after the novice task is completed."

After reading the content of the task, Fang Yuan felt very helpless in his heart.

"Isn't this just comparing who can grind more? When it comes to grinding, I, Fang, have never been afraid of anyone!"

Back then, he was the record holder for consecutive all-nighters in the class. For him, staying up all night was really a piece of cake.

"Does the system really look down on me? A 48-hour task would be a bit of a challenge, but 24 hours is just a piece of cake for me?"

Fang Yuan began to despise the system again.