Accidentally Provoked My Archenemy [ABO] - Chapter 19
Sang Yu: …
In that instant, Sang Yu remembered what Gu Amo had mentioned earlier—someone from Bai Ren’s side had dug up her connection with Kong Tan and the others and posted it on the Imperial Military Academy’s forum.
So this was…?
Sang Yu frowned in confusion and looked to her smart terminal, skimming the top threads on the forum. Most of them were gossip-heavy posts.
Examples included:
• [Shocking! Several S-rank Alphas fought over an Omega—just how stunning is this Omega?!]
• [Classes have started! Let’s do a quick recap of a certain sister and brother’s chaotic love history!]
• [Anyone got pics of that heartthrob Omega? I need to see them~]
…
Only a small portion of the threads actually discussed class assignments or other school matters.
Sang Yu fell silent for a moment. She had browsed forums before, but she hadn’t expected such a “prestigious” military academy to have such a ridiculous and unserious forum space.
Still, that wasn’t the most absurd part.
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Sang Yu: …?
With a complex mix of emotions, she expressionlessly clicked on the top post titled:
[Exposing the Behind-the-Scenes Love Lives of Empire Class One’s Elite (Romance Edition)]
As expected, the thread was all about her, Bai Ren, Kong Tan, and their so-called “long-running love triangle.” The thread had already racked up over 8,000 replies.
After a brief scroll, Sang Yu quietly exited the thread. Below the list of trending posts, a new one caught her attention—marked with a flaming “HOT” label.
She hadn’t planned to read further, but her finger froze when she saw the title:
[A Detailed Account of the Inhumane Acts Committed by Empire’s Second-Ranked Freshman, “某欲” (You Know Who)]
The thread author seemed to know her very well.
Their tone was calm and unhurried, narrating like telling a story. Though they never explicitly named her, the subject was obvious—everything pointed directly at Sang Yu.
The post detailed all her past wrongdoings, blown up in high resolution: like assaulting someone on a rainy night and leaving them seriously injured, or violating aerial traffic code Article 24 while driving a hovercar and damaging public property.
One item after another—laid out clearly and convincingly.
What started as minor offenses escalated to slander, calling her things like “a hypocrite in disguise,” “the future disgrace of the Empire Academy,” and “a menace that should be purged.”
After reading the entire thread, Sang Yu exhaled deeply.
She stepped back from her own perspective and reread the post as a neutral bystander.
The impression was… genuinely terrible. Each offense was laid out in meticulous detail, painting the subject as downright monstrous—enough to make any reader want to tear the person apart.
If the post hadn’t been about her, even she might have believed it.
Frowning, Sang Yu grew increasingly suspicious.
She reopened her terminal and called Gu Amo, then forwarded him the link.
“What the hell, Sang-jie?!” Gu Amo exploded just reading the title. As her number one follower, he couldn’t tolerate anyone slandering her—truth or lie, it didn’t matter.
“Just read it. And once you’re done, find out who’s behind it.” Sang Yu pinched the bridge of her nose, not in the mood for chit-chat. She hung up without another word.
In terms of connections, Gu Amo couldn’t compare to her in depth—but in reach and flexibility, he had his strengths. Some information was just easier for him to dig up.
About an hour later, Gu Amo called her back.
“Sang-jie, I tracked the origin of that garbage thread. It was posted by one of the incoming Empire Class One freshmen. I confronted him directly. He said he just really hates you, so he made everything up.”
He hated her?
Made it up on purpose?
How could that be?
Sang Yu had read that post carefully. Every incident mentioned—whether it was beating someone up in the rain or breaking traffic laws—she remembered them clearly. They had all happened.
Some she’d done herself, others she’d done with Gu Amo and the gang.
“Be honest. Do you believe that?” Her tone was mild, neither agreeing nor dismissing his response.
“Well…” Gu Amo hesitated for once, then admitted honestly,
“Boss, I didn’t believe him either. But he stuck to that story no matter what. He wouldn’t budge. And there were a lot of people around—we couldn’t do anything more.”
Sang Yu remained silent for a moment, then looked down at her fingertips. There was still a trace of dust from when she’d touched Cheng Yunan’s desk.
“It’s a lie. Keep digging.”
“Find out his identity, background, and who he’s been in contact with lately. If necessary, use his family to get the answers.”