Accidentally Provoked My Archenemy [ABO] - Chapter 15

How could this be?

Sang Yu stood frozen in place.

Anyone marked by an Enigma would have their gender forcibly altered to Omega—whether it was a temporary or permanent mark. Even a single bite to the gland counted.

And the Imperial Military Academy’s verification system was notoriously strict.

So, when she saw Cheng Yunan walk away without incident, she was genuinely stunned and failed to react in time.

By the time she looked up again, he had already vanished from sight.

Brows furrowed, Sang Yu masked her expression, silently staring in the direction he’d gone until Gu Amo called her back to reality. Only then did she slowly shift forward.

A few troubling guesses surfaced in her mind.

When it was Sang Yu’s turn for verification, she subtly turned her head to catch a glimpse of the teacher’s data board from afar. Her vision was sharp enough to read the screen clearly.

[Name: Sang Yu]

[Gender: Enigma]

[Classification: 3S]

No mistakes.

So—he used medication?

With that thought, Sang Yu immediately split from Gu Amo and quickened her pace toward the dormitory. To save time, she picked a quiet side path with fewer people.

But halfway there, around a corner of one of the academic buildings, she was blocked.

It was Bai Ren’s group.

The one who stopped her was one of his lackeys, nicknamed “Spearhead.”

Looking at the greasy, dark, rough hand in front of her, Sang Yu’s gaze swept past it and landed coldly on Bai Ren, who stood nearby with his arms crossed. Her voice was icy:

“Move.”

Bai Ren didn’t speak, but the one blocking her let out a sneering laugh.

“Well, if it isn’t Sister Sang. Gu Amo isn’t around today, and your little followers are nowhere to be seen. Not planning to catch up with my Brother Bai a little?”

He emphasized the words “Sister Sang” with biting sarcasm.

“You’re not getting away now, so why not chat for a bit? Tell us where you’ve been this break—don’t tell me Brother Bai scared you so badly you went into hiding?”

He burst out laughing and shot Bai Ren a smug glance, clearly fishing for approval.

Sang Yu followed his gaze. Bai Ren wore a look of disdain, as if amused by the scene. Even the boys behind him folded their arms, holding back laughter with interest.

Bai Ren—youngest son of the Bai family. While not as politically powerful as the Sang family, their wealth was substantial.

The Bai family was notoriously protective. As an S-class Alpha, Bai Ren was spoiled beyond reason. In Sang Yu’s memory, if he ever wanted the stars, the Bai family would’ve tried to pluck them from the sky.

This indulgence made him arrogant, competitive, and resentful of others’ success.

When he saw her getting close with Kong Tan earlier, he rushed to steal him away.

Unfortunately for him, Sang Yu liked a good fight.

She stared at Spearhead for several seconds before lowering her gaze, measuring this guy who was almost half a head shorter than her. Then she smiled.

“To say all that… you really think you’re worthy?”

She was pale-skinned, tall, with refined, symmetrical features and a natural elegance. When calm, her soft expression resembled that of a noble untouched by worldly troubles.

But her eyes—sharp and oppressive—were the exception. When angry, one glance from her made others avert their gaze.

The corner of her lips curled up in mockery, layered with ridicule.

She was born to command.

Her upbringing hadn’t taught her restraint. On the contrary, the strength of the Sang family gave her the confidence to act without concern for consequences.

She was brazen. Even when outnumbered, she showed no fear—her disregard stung more than anything.

Spearhead hated that.

He loathed the highborn types most of all.

Sure, Sang Yu was powerful and had the Sang family behind her. But Spearhead, used to following Bai Ren, was arrogant himself and assumed he knew her limits. He was certain she wouldn’t strike in broad daylight.

Even if she did, what could she do? There were several of them, and she was alone. He figured their odds of winning were 100%.

Feeling bold, he scoffed and pushed further:

“I’m not worthy? How am I not?”

“I represent Brother Bai—naturally, I carry his honor.” He glanced at Bai Ren behind him, saw no reaction, and continued,

“Compared to Brother Bai, you’re trash.”

“Kong Tan doesn’t even look at you. You’re just a pitiful, lowly mutt.”

“Without the Sang family, you wouldn’t even be qualified to carry Brother Bai’s shoes!”

Sang Yu: “…”

What the hell kind of nonsense was this? Bai Ren really recruited every type of moron.

“Are you finished?” Sang Yu exhaled lightly, her tone sharp as her brow drew together with suppressed irritation.

“You really are… Ah!”

Spearhead didn’t get to finish. With one swift motion, Sang Yu seized his arm before he even registered her movement. Then—crack.

A sharp, sickening sound rang out.

Pain and fear struck him all at once. His arm went limp, completely out of his control. Before he could react, a brutal blow hit his abdomen, sending him flying three or four meters.

Both his arm and gut throbbed in agony. He didn’t even know which to clutch. Looking up, terrified, all he saw was Sang Yu’s cold, indifferent gaze.

A chill crept down his spine.

As he scrambled backward in fear, Sang Yu turned her attention to Bai Ren.

She was already irritated from being delayed, and seeing Bai Ren’s lackeys come to provoke her with such idiocy only deepened her annoyance. So, she didn’t hesitate.

Normally, she didn’t need to get her hands dirty. Gu Amo and her circle could easily handle this group. Why bother?

She’d only ever exchanged a few moves with worthy opponents like Bai Ren—who was the only one barely capable of going toe-to-toe with her.

She couldn’t fathom what gave them the confidence to challenge her.

Even before her secondary differentiation, as an A-class Alpha, she had fought her way to rank second in their class. Now?

She didn’t know whether to praise Bai Ren’s courage or Spearhead’s suicidal stupidity.

Her gaze sharpened, falling on Bai Ren again, curious what he’d do next.

Unexpectedly, Bai Ren remained composed, almost detached. He offered her a faint smile, made a hand gesture, and his followers rushed to drag Spearhead away. Then, he turned to leave.

As she continued to stare, he added with a grin,

“Looks like you’ve gotten even stronger in the last two months.”

Sang Yu said nothing—but this time, it was her turn to block his path.

“You think you’re leaving just like that?”

She didn’t wait for him to respond. A sharp knife-hand strike came down, which Bai Ren narrowly dodged. He tried to catch her arm, but she anticipated it—kicking the back of his knee.

She held back slightly, not wanting to injure him, but the blow was still vicious. Bai Ren collapsed with a thud, kneeling hard on the ground.

It looked like he was bowing to her.

He seemed stunned by the sudden defeat, kneeling there, momentarily dazed.

His followers, pale-faced, rushed to help him up and scurried away, avoiding Sang Yu’s eyes entirely.

Sang Yu looked up at a nearby security camera—it was supposed to blink red but was covered in dust.

No wonder they were so bold.

Without stopping, Sang Yu sped back toward the dormitory.

As she reached the stairs, she bumped into one of Cheng Yunan’s roommates.

Sang Yu stopped him.

“Where’s Cheng Yunan?”

“Oh, he’s in the dorm—by himself.”

Sang Yu had entered the school as the second-highest scorer in the entire grade. In just a few days, that fact had clearly made its way around. The boy’s attitude had changed completely—he now treated her like a celebrity.

He even offered help eagerly.

“The door’s unlocked—you can go right in. But Yunan didn’t look well earlier. I brought him breakfast. Want some too?”

Sang Yu politely declined and continued up.

As she climbed, she replayed the word “Yunan” in her mind and felt an odd tightness in her chest.

They’ve only known each other two days—that familiar already?

She reached the door of room 602.

But what she saw didn’t match what she was told—the door was shut tight. From the outside, she couldn’t hear a thing.

She hesitated for a moment, then knocked.

Knock knock—

Knock knock knock—

After knocking so long that her knuckles turned red, no one answered. Her expression grew increasingly sour.

She had knocked. She had called. There was no way Cheng Yunan hadn’t heard her.

Sang Yu was just about to leave when the door finally opened.

Cheng Yunan stood there, expression cold, silently staring at her.

Sang Yu swallowed her frustration.

“Let’s talk inside.”

This spot was right by the stairwell. Military students were constantly coming and going—there were things she couldn’t ask out here.

Cheng Yunan stared at her for a few seconds before stepping aside.

She entered.

The dorm was a bit messy. Four people shared the space, most of their belongings in designated corners, with a few mixed together. Compared to her dorm, this felt more like a typical student’s room—lively and cluttered.

“Is something wrong?”

Cheng Yunan’s voice cut through her inspection. His hands, curled under his sleeves, were clenched into fists, knuckles pale.

Sang Yu didn’t answer. She didn’t even look at him.

“You seriously haven’t noticed how off you are?” she asked instead.

Cheng Yunan’s lips pressed into a tight line. He looked up, but said nothing. Something obsessive flickered in his eyes.

Still, Sang Yu’s gaze remained elsewhere. After scanning the room again, she paused on something, stepped forward—

Only to be stopped by Cheng Yunan.

She grew visibly impatient, jaw tightening.

Maybe her anger from earlier hadn’t worn off—her stare was cold, as if he were just a stranger.

Cheng Yunan saw himself reflected in her eyes.

And for a moment, it made his heart ache.