I suffered from a skin condition. I scratched myself in the library, and millions of netizens spammed my private inbox.

Only then did I find out that a girl accused me of harassing her.

I took out my diagnostic report to defend my innocence, but the girl cried pitifully.

“You really know how to make an excuse for yourself! How could someone innocent like me frame you?”

Even my elder brother spoke up for her!

“Why would she frame you of all people? Can’t you take a look at yourself?”

I could not bear the cyberbullying, and I died from a sudden heart attack the day before the court hearing.

My grandfather could not accept my death, and he collapsed into a coma.

My parents cut off ties with my brother before they committed suicide at home.

Meanwhile, the girl did not just successfully make her way into graduate school, but she also dug open my grave and used my ashes to make fireworks.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when she had asked me to reserve a seat in the library.

“Owen, are you going to the library? Can you reserve a seat for me?”

The voice of the campus beauty, Josie Young, echoed in my ears.

The malice in her eyes sent chills down my spine.

I had actually gone back to the past.

In the past, my performance was ranked first in our major, and it was guaranteed that I would enroll in the graduate school.

She barely passed her classes, but she tried to retain her image as a top student. That was why she was always targeting me.

I did not mind it at first. But she secretly filmed me scratching myself through my clothes in the library. She accused me of plotting something against her and started a cyberbullying campaign against me.

The university expelled me, and the students believed her rumors about me. No one spoke up for me.

I died from a sudden heart attack due to cyberbullying, but she successfully got into graduate school.

My grandfather could not bear the blow, and he fell into a coma. Our happy family also fell apart because of this.

When I went back to the past, I did not want to repeat history.

I coldly rejected her request. “I’m sorry. I’m not going to the library.”

Josie was surprised. She said in displeasure, “Owen, do you have an issue with me? Is it really so difficult to help me with such a small thing?”

When her coursemates saw her looking hurt, they felt sorry for her. They then glared at me.

“Owen Xander, Josie works so hard every day. Can’t you do her a favor?”

“I really can’t stand people who look down on others just because their grades are good. They think they’re better than everyone! You wouldn’t be anything without your brother, would you?”

I sneered before I turned around to leave.

“Hold on! If you leave, I’ll make sure you don’t stay at this university, let alone get into graduate school.”

I did not turn back.

Josie smoothed the situation over. “Forget it! If he wants to throw his future away, we don’t have to care about him.”

I sneered.

In the past, she scared me so much that I desperately wanted to prove myself, but I fell into the trap of self-justification she set for me. Only then was I framed by her.

This time, I directly avoided contact with her. I wanted to see how she would handle the backlash of her own schemes.

Regarding the spot in the graduate school, she could just take it if she wanted.

After I left the university, I passed the interview for one of the top 500 companies in the world.

When I bought a cake and was about to go back to celebrate, my coursemates blocked me at the entrance of the university.

After they sized me up, they threw the cake at my head.

“All you know is to eat! Josie almost cried, yet you have the nerve to eat a cake?”

“It was a joint experiment that both of you collaborated on. Now that you have secured your spot in the graduate school, you want to hinder Josie’s path? Are you even human?”

I wiped the cream off my face, and I glared at them angrily.

“That experiment didn’t need my participation. Why should I go? Also, am I the one who made her fail the experiment?”

A coursemate scoffed. He patted my face before he grabbed my company ID badge.

“Go help Josie with her experiment now, or I’ll burn your stuff!”

My chest clenched nervously.

“Give it back! I rejected my offer in graduate school. If she wants it, she should fight for it on her own. Can you please not bother me?”

The coursemate snorted and looked at my work ID with contempt in his eyes.

“How do we know you’re telling the truth? We need to have something of yours in our hands as collateral.”

He threw my work ID into the smelly ditch at the side before he raised his phone and filmed me.

Other coursemates watched the show in amusement.

I thought about my future and jumped into the smelly ditch to get it back.

Their laughter exacerbated the humiliation I felt.

“Look, he’s so defiant! Are you going to ask your brother to fail us?”

“Country folk will always be country folk. They just love doing disgusting things like that. So gross!”

The coursemate who was in the lead kicked me into the smelly ditch. A foul smell mixed with mud seeped into my clothes.

“Remember what you said. If Josie doesn’t get into graduate school successfully, I’ll make sure you’re famous!”

I held my work ID tightly as I headed to my room in a daze.

I knew that our coursemates never liked me.

I did not understand it in the past. It was only when I had returned to the past that I understood Josie was the mastermind.

She kept cozying up to our coursemates for the scholarship.

She knew that she could not get a spot in graduate school. She first spread rumors about me among our coursemates that I had made my brother, who was a lecturer, fail them to keep my own grades up and boost my GPA.

Every time someone failed, she would offer fake sympathy and say it was because I had made my brother change their grades.

When our coursemates heard that I was using my brother’s influence in that way, they hated me.

When I was accused in the past, these coursemates, who had always had a grudge against me, took the chance to kick me while I was down.

This time, I wanted to see if she would involve her bootlickers without me getting involved in anything.

When I came out of the shower, I saw countless messages on my phone.

When I swiped open my phone, I found that Josie had called me out in the university confession forum.

[Red flag! Owen from our major harassed me in public for over two hours. Can the university do something about this?]

Attached was a photo of me walking across campus. My hand lifted as I scratched an itch during a flare-up of my skin condition.

My inbox exploded with messages.

[How could you do something like that in public? Are you a pervert?]

[Is this really someone from our major who got into grad school? Is this kind of person even qualified?]

[So this is the so-called top student who got a recommendation, looks down on everyone, and even harasses a female classmate? Disgusting!]

At the same time, Josie texted me.

[Owen, I didn’t expect you to do something like that to me! I don’t want to escalate this. Write me a letter of apology, and I will clarify things for you.]

I sneered and replied indifferently.

[Sure. I’ll write it once you release all the surveillance footage.]

Josie went silent.

But as I walked around campus, people stared at me with strange, hostile looks.

“Look, that’s the pervert! Be careful, he might be watching you!”

“I heard he only got into grad school because his brother’s a lecturer here. Riding on family connections, huh?”

“Poor Josie. She was threatened so badly that she almost failed multiple courses. How can trash like this exist at a university?”

Their words were exactly the same as they had been before. It was painfully familiar.

In my past life, after Josie framed me, the university handed down severe disciplinary action.

I told them I had evidence, but the dean slammed his hand on the desk, glaring at me.

“Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve caused? Our university’s reputation took years to build! If you can’t produce evidence, you’re finished!”

I was forced back to my dorm to look for my medical diagnosis report. Before I could even speak, my roommate burned it.

“You want evidence? You never showed me mercy during exams. Why should I help you?”

I tried to get a replacement from the campus clinic, but the girl on duty that day shut the door in my face.

“Get lost! If you don’t leave, I’ll call the police!”

Desperate, I went to my brother and asked him to vouch for my skin condition. But when I walked into his office, I saw Josie crying pitifully in front of him.

He slapped me without letting me explain.

“You trash! You’re no longer my family!”

I was unable to produce evidence, so I was expelled from the university.

To suppress the scandal, the university simply gave my graduate school spot to Josie.

As I left campus, my coursemates piled on me and said that people like me deserved what I got.

That was how my life had ended in the past. This time, remembering that fate, I quietly began gathering evidence. Along the way, I endured countless looks of contempt.

When everything was finally ready, and I was preparing to fight back, my inbox flooded again.

[Is this really how a university student should be? If I were you, I’d be too ashamed to stay.]

[You’re such a disgrace to our university. Get out!]

Someone even photoshopped my photo into a black-and-white obituary surrounded by funeral wreaths.

I was being cyberbullied.

The familiar messages stabbed straight into my heart.

I never expected this. After returning from the past, I had deliberately avoided Josie. I had even given up my graduate school spot, but she still wanted to destroy me!

Amidst the flood of insults, I opened the video Josie had posted.

On screen, she looked exhausted. Her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just finished crying.

“Does anyone understand what I’m going through?” she said, her voice trembling. “I was harassed on campus. That man made lewd gestures toward me in a public place. I asked him to apologize, but he…”

Tears streamed down her face as she cried.

“I reported it to the university, but they refused to take action just because his brother teaches here. I really don’t know what to do anymore. Please… someone help me.”

The so-called evidence she presented was an edited video and photoshopped chat screenshots. She even pinned my contact information in the comments.

In the video, I could be seen glancing in her direction before turning away and briefly placing my hand on my pants.

The live chat exploded at this point.

[He’s so disgusting! Can perverts like this just die?]

[Why isn’t the university expelling him? We send our daughters here to study, not to be harassed by creeps!]

[I don’t see anything wrong. What if he was just scratching an itch?]

[Posting his contact info like this feels excessive, doesn’t it?]

But every comment defending me vanished almost as soon as it appeared. Josie deleted them one by one, carefully steering public opinion.

Just as I was about to post my evidence, my advisor kicked my dorm room open with Josie and a crowd of coursemates.

He pointed at me in anger.

“Owen Xander, look what you’ve done! Your classmates couldn’t tolerate this anymore and reported you to me!

“The university has decided to suspend you. You may return once this incident dies down. During this period, go home and reflect on your behavior!”

I took a deep breath and said helplessly, “Mr. Bonn, you know about my condition. I have a skin disease. Wouldn’t a simple clarification be enough? Why does the university have to suspend me?”

Mr. Bonn’s tone grew impatient.

“How am I supposed to know what you were doing at that moment? The situation online is already out of control. The university needs to contain the damage first. If you clarify now, it will only drag the school into controversy. As a student here, can’t you think about the university?”

I let out a cold laugh and said, “So I deserve to be framed? If what she said was true, why didn’t she go straight to the police?”

When my coursemates heard that, they glared at me angrily.

“Owen, what do you mean? Do you really think a girl like Josie would risk her reputation just to frame you?”

“She’s severely depressed because of your harassment, and all you’re getting is a suspension! What more do you want?”

Another coursemate raised his phone and filmed me.

“You still won’t admit your mistake? Fine. I’ll just let everyone see what kind of person you really are!”

At that moment, my brother, Henry Xander, stepped out from the crowd.

He looked down at me, his expression dark and cold.

“Kneel!”

I stared at him and sneered inwardly.

Everyone who had hurt me in my past life was standing right here.

The louder they yelled at me today, the more spectacular their downfall would be when public opinion finally turned against them.