I Marked My Arch-Nemesis Omega - Chapter 11
The others sighed, looking thoroughly disappointed.
Song Qing directly placed her on the shore. Sheng Yu whispered a “thank you” and then brushed off some of the mud clinging to her legs.
“It’ll come off once it dries—just give it a pat,” Song Qing said before turning back to her own practice.
“Sheng Yu! You’ll try again later. For now, stand aside and watch how the others do it,” the teacher called out. “Don’t think getting out means you’re done.”
Sheng Yu: “…”
In the end, she couldn’t escape it.
Sheng Yu went into the mud pit three more times before finally getting the hang of it. But after glancing at the other clumsy students in the class, she decided to keep her performance in line with theirs.
After the physical conditioning class, everyone rushed to the washing area to quickly rinse off the mud before heading to the showers.
The school had several large communal bathhouses specifically for situations like this, but Sheng Yu still returned to her dorm, where she was the first to claim the bathroom.
Dinner followed the physical conditioning class, so there was no need to hurry.
By the time Sheng Yu reached the cafeteria, many others were still making their way there.
“Sheng Yu.”
Just as she was about to sit down with her tray, someone called her name from the second floor. She looked up and saw an unfamiliar Alpha.
Her neck ached from craning it, and the person waved at her. She lowered her head again, her expression slightly displeased—the gesture was too much like summoning a dog.
Sheng Yu went upstairs and found the person who had called her. Seated at the same table was Wu Ye. She put on her standard, innocent smile. “Can I help you with something?”
“Nothing much. Just wanted to see what you actually look like.”
Sheng Yu kept smiling, though a shadow flickered deep in her eyes. If possible, she’d love to slam her tray into the person’s face—but she restrained herself. The food didn’t deserve that.
“Wu Ye said you’re very pretty,” the person continued. “And you really are.”
Sheng Yu looked at them, then sat down at a nearby table. “Sorry, I’m a bit hungry. Go ahead and talk—I’ll listen while I eat.”
The person paused, clearly annoyed.
“Jiang Di, she just came from physical conditioning class,” Wu Ye interjected.
Hearing the name “Jiang Di,” Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow slightly but didn’t look at him.
Jiang Di’s gaze remained fixed on Sheng Yu. No matter how intense his stare was, Sheng Yu acted oblivious, calmly eating her dinner.
“You’ll probably differentiate soon,” Jiang Di said. “I want to make a reservation in advance.”
Sheng Yu couldn’t help but tighten her grip on her chopsticks. She’d heard of this before—some Alphas would “reserve” those likely to differentiate into Omegas ahead of time.
Honestly, just the word “reservation” rubbed her the wrong way. She never expected it to happen to her, let alone in such a condescending tone.
“Sorry, but you should look for someone else. I’m not really interested,” Sheng Yu said, finally glancing at him.
Jiang Di chuckled. “Turning me down? Sheng Yu, don’t push your luck. Not just anyone catches my eye.”
“Well, I’m truly honored. But I really have no interest, and I’ll say it plainly—I probably won’t differentiate into an Omega.” Sheng Yu propped her chin on her hand, knowing there was no way she’d finish this meal in peace now.
Jiang Di threw the items in his hand onto the table: “Sheng Yu, crossing me at school won’t do you any good.”
“Young Master Jiang, are you threatening me with school violence?” Sheng Yu frowned, her eyes feigning innocence. “Surely not. As an old-money aristocrat, the power your family has earned through generations of merit—was it meant for you to bully the weak and innocent?”
“Sheng Yu!” Jiang Di slammed the table and stood up.
Wu Ye also stared at Sheng Yu in shock, never expecting her to say such a thing. Everyone on the second floor turned to look, and even those downstairs craned their necks upward.
Sheng Yu took a bite of her food, eyeing Jiang Di, when suddenly, someone flipped her tray over. Thankfully, she stood up quickly, avoiding getting food all over herself. She scoffed—no wonder he couldn’t outplay Song Qing. She set her chopsticks down.
No one stepped forward to speak up for her. Liao Keke wanted to intervene but was stopped by Sheng Yu’s sharp glance, retreating immediately without daring to take another step.
“What’s going on here?”
At the sound of the voice, Sheng Yu’s clenched fist relaxed. She glanced at Song Qing—how conveniently timed his arrival was.
“Just joking around with Sheng Yu,” Jiang Di said.
“A joke where you flip my tray and deny me a meal?” Sheng Yu smiled sweetly.
Jiang Di shot her a sharp glare.
Her grin widened. “Why look at me like that? I’m just joking too. If there’s nothing else, Young Master Jiang, I’ll take my leave.”
She stood and walked downstairs. Jiang Di could only watch as she left—Song Qing blocked his path, making it impossible for him to stop her.
“Three thousand words of self-reflection. Thirteen thousand in total. Handwritten and submitted to me,” Song Qing said, staring at Jiang Di.
“Song Qing, are you insane? Didn’t she say it was just a joke too? Do you have to meddle in everything? It’s exhausting.”
“That’s why I didn’t count the words for bullying a classmate—only for wasting food.” Song Qing’s gaze was icy. “If you don’t want to write, you can clean every toilet in the school instead.”
Jiang Di took a deep breath, laughing in disbelief. “Don’t think you can act recklessly just because you’re from the Song family.”
“I could say the same to you.” With that, Song Qing headed downstairs and saw Sheng Yu already seated, gnawing on a chicken leg she’d bought. He had to admit—her composure was impressive, still able to eat after all that.
People passing by Sheng Yu quickly moved away, clearly aware she’d just crossed Jiang Di.
“If something like this happens again, you can come to me,” Song Qing said.
Sheng Yu propped her chin on her hand, meeting his eyes. “If I act in self-defense, do I still have to write a reflection?”
“No. As long as it’s not excessive. But if it is… then it won’t just be about writing reflections.” He paused before adding, “Alphas have strong physiques and excellent recovery abilities.”
Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised. She’d expected Song Qing to lecture her, saying something like “thinking you can take on an Alpha in your current state is delusional.” Instead, he’d said this—wasn’t he implying that as long as she didn’t kill anyone, it’d be fine?
This student council president was truly interesting.
Sheng Yu chuckled and nodded. After finishing the chicken leg, she placed the bone on the table, wiped her hands, and glanced at Liao Keke standing not far away. Without greeting her, she got up and left.
Liao Keke was in Class One. If she got dragged into this, things wouldn’t end well.
It didn’t take long for the whole school to find out that Sheng Yu had offended Jiang Di.
“RIP to you.”
Back in the classroom, Fu Lian passed her a note.
Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? Too scared to even talk to me now?”
“This guy is really… notorious, um…” Fu Lian struggled to find the right word, trailing off with an “um” for a long time.
“Disgusting?”
Fu Lian glanced at Sheng Yu. “I suggest you keep your voice down.”
“Whatever, I’ve already offended him. What’s there to be afraid of?” Sheng Yu said.
“His methods are seriously vile.”
Sheng Yu nodded. “Thanks for the heads-up.”
“You’re really not scared at all?”
Sheng Yu propped her chin on her hand. “If he came up to you right now and said he was into you, would you agree?”
Fu Lian: “…”
“Of course not.”
“Then that’s that. You can’t just do something against your conscience because you’re scared, right?” Sheng Yu scanned the classroom.
Fu Lian sighed. “Maybe you should transfer schools.”
“Relax, it’s fine. Song Qing said if I get bullied, I can go to her.”
Fu Lian: “…”
“You really know when to bend and when to stand firm,” Fu Lian said, stunned. He had thought Sheng Yu and Song Qing were like fire and water, but it turned out they could still end up like this. “Song Qing’s magnanimity is seriously impressive.”
“Song Qing seems like a pretty upright person,” Sheng Yu said with a smile.
The moment she finished speaking, someone kicked her chair hard. The force was so strong that Sheng Yu, who hadn’t been sitting properly to begin with, nearly fell over.
Sheng Yu turned to look at the person—a classmate, though she had no idea what his name was.
“Something you want?”
“Can’t I come to you for no reason?” He sneered.
“Do I look like an easy target to you?” Sheng Yu asked, her expression utterly sincere.