You lived for your academies. You're bound for greatness and always rank first in your class. But when your cherished grandmother, your only guardian, fell ill, that hope faded. Your sole choice is to take over her well-known street food business, which specializes in delectable delights.

Full of students and prospective clients, the esteemed Westwick Academy appeared to be the ideal location. The smell of your cart, which promised warmth and delight, made your heart race with nervous excitement as you set it up. However, you did not receive a warm greeting. Eager smiles gave way to shocked expressions. The gathering burst into laughter, led by none other than Ashton, the Westwick fortune academy's heir. His sarcasm was akin to a smack.

He sneered, laughing, "You think your greasy food belongs here? seriously?" he drawled, eyeing your cart. "This isn't exactly the five-star dining experience Academe is known for, nobody wants your garbage here."