I Marked My Arch-Nemesis Omega - Chapter 12

The classroom was eerily quiet. Everyone was staring in this direction, but no one stood up to intervene or spoke a word. Zhang Yunsu glanced at Bai Ying, biting her lip with a conflicted expression, but ultimately didn’t move.

“Hah.” The other person slicked back his hair, clearly thinking he looked cool.

“So, are you trying to bully me now?” Sheng Yu looked at him with clear, unflinching eyes.

The boy hesitated for a moment under her gaze but pressed on, “Yeah? What about it? Got a problem? I just don’t like you.”

“Everyone heard that, right? He wants to bully me.” Sheng Yu turned her head slightly to scan the room. “And I’m pretty sure our classroom surveillance records audio.”

The next second, Sheng Yu threw a punch straight at him. “Too bad Betas don’t heal that fast. Can’t hit you too hard.”

The guy gaped at her, completely stunned that she’d actually strike first. But Sheng Yu had no intention of dragging it out—her next punch was already on its way. When he blocked with his arms, she switched to a kick, grabbing his collar in the process and flinging him toward the more open space at the back of the classroom.

Sheng Yu’s deskmate was utterly shocked.

“Didn’t she ask you to help open her water bottle yesterday?”

“Yeah…”

Fu Lian was equally stunned, his mouth hanging open. He never expected Sheng Yu to actually throw hands—and with what looked like considerable strength, at that.

“I’m not even scared of your boss. Why would I be scared of you?” Sheng Yu dusted herself off. “You’re built like a tank, but your arms are noodles, huh… brother?”

She dragged out the word “brother” with exaggerated sarcasm.

The guy glared at her, ready to retaliate, but Sheng Yu slammed his head against the wall before he could.

Three minutes later, Song Qing appeared at the classroom door.

“President, reporting—this guy tried to bully me. I acted in self-defense. The whole class can vouch for it.” Sheng Yu leaned against a desk, waving her hand cheerfully.

Song Qing found Sheng Yu’s smile a little too dazzling. She glanced at the guy still struggling to get up from the floor and frowned slightly.

“I held back,” Sheng Yu added. “President, shouldn’t you make him write a self-criticism?”

She emphasized the word write.

“You’re the one who bullied me!” The Beta, humiliated as he was, couldn’t help but argue back.

“Wow, lying straight to my face? Weren’t you the one who wanted to kick my chair over to make me fall, then declared you’d bully me because you ‘don’t like me’?” Sheng Yu widened her eyes in exaggerated shock, looking wounded. “Did I provoke you? I don’t even know your name. And everyone knows I never pick fights—unless someone messes with me first.”

The guy pushed himself up from the floor, pointing at Sheng Yu but failing to form a coherent retort. He was clearly fuming.

Listening to Sheng Yu’s speech, Song Qing’s lips twitched again. She prided herself on her composure—unless Sheng Yu was involved.

“President, you have to stand up for me!” Sheng Yu declared.

Song Qing: “…”

For some reason, Song Qing felt that Sheng Yu’s tone sounded almost theatrical. She gently rubbed her temples, glanced at Sheng Yu, then at the boy on the ground, and decided to deal with the one who seemed easier to handle first.

“You’ve probably done this kind of thing before, right?” Song Qing looked at him. “How many times is this now?”

The boy: “…”

“Handwrite a 10,000-word self-criticism, plus clean the male Beta restrooms in this building for a week.”

“But—”

Song Qing stared at him. “What do you want to say?”

“What about her? Sure, I started by trying to bully her, but later I couldn’t even fight back. She didn’t stop hurting me, though,” the boy argued.

Song Qing turned her gaze to Sheng Yu.

“Well, what else could I do? I had to make sure he couldn’t fight back, so I had to knock him down. He never begged for mercy and kept cursing at me the whole time,” Sheng Yu sighed. “Someone as timid as me—how could I control my strength in an emergency? Besides… are you actually hurt anywhere?”

The only visible injury on him was a black eye. Nothing else seemed wrong.

“Good thing you showed up when you did,” Sheng Yu sighed again.

“Understood. That’s it for now. Class is about to start.”

“That’s it?” The boy’s eyes widened in disbelief at how lightly he was getting off.

“Or what?” Song Qing gave him a cold look. “Do you have any objections? If I catch you bullying anyone again, I’ll petition to have you transferred out of this school.”

The boy finally shut his mouth and watched as Song Qing walked away.

Sheng Yu grinned at him. “Do I look like an easy target to you?”

“What are you so smug about?”

Sheng Yu flexed her wrists a couple of times before returning to her seat, propping her chin on her hand as she studied him. “Going to tattle to your master now?”

The boy didn’t answer, just yanked his chair out and sat down roughly.

“Why so mad? It’s normal to go running to your master. Or are you not planning to?” Sheng Yu didn’t know why he followed Jiang Di around doing these things, and frankly, she didn’t care.

After Sheng Yu beat up one of Jiang Di’s lackeys during break, the whole incident gained even more attention.

She was already high-profile, but now it felt like walking around school as a celebrity. Not that it bothered her—she had thick skin.

“So this is why you’re so bold—you’ve latched onto Song Qing?”

Sheng Yu turned to see Jiang Di suddenly appear at the top of the stairs and sighed. “You really have too much free time.”

“Wouldn’t following me be more comfortable than following Song Qing?” Jiang Di smirked.

“First, the student council president and I have a purely professional relationship—nothing more. Second, I have zero interest in you. Instead of wasting time chasing after me, why don’t you work on improving yourself? That way, when I say Song Qing isn’t as good as you, I won’t feel so guilty—or at least not guilty enough to keep the words from coming out.” Sheng Yu smiled sweetly.

Jiang Di: “…”

“Such a pretty face, wasted on that mouth.”

“Such a decent person, wasted on that brain.”

“You’re really determined to oppose me like this? What exactly are you relying on?” Jiang Di had someone look into Sheng Yu—her background was completely ordinary. Only a mother, no father, long deceased.

Mother was an ordinary B-grade Omega, while father was an ordinary Beta. It was rare for Betas to have offspring, but this pairing essentially predetermined Sheng Yu’s identity—either a Beta or a B-grade or lower Omega.

“All I have is this one life to rely on,” Sheng Yu said, covering her mouth as she laughed. “This is the third floor. Could an A-grade Alpha survive a fall without any protective measures completely unharmed?”

In Sheng Yu’s eyes, Jiang Di caught a glimpse of something bordering on madness. His expression darkened as he took a step back.

“What are you afraid of? You’re an Alpha. If it really came down to a fight for life, I wouldn’t stand a chance against you.” Sheng Yu feigned confusion, her smile growing even gentler. “Even if I fell from the third floor, the worst that could happen is broken limbs. And prosthetic limbs these days are quite advanced—no need to worry.”

Jiang Di: “…”

“Lunatic,” Jiang Di spat coldly before turning to leave.

Sheng Yu chuckled softly. “That’s it? Young Master Jiang, if you’re this scared, how are you going to handle the battlefield? You might end up replacing your limbs multiple times. Might as well get used to it early.”

Jiang Di ignored her.

“How boring,” Sheng Yu muttered, rubbing her neck.

“Then what do you find interesting?”

Sheng Yu’s hand froze mid-motion. She turned to see Song Qing and immediately flashed another bright smile. “Why, you, of course. The student council president really is everywhere, isn’t he?”

“I just happened to be passing by.”

“Oh.” Sheng Yu hummed in acknowledgment. “The president once said he didn’t like me, so why the sudden concern?”

“I often care about others.”

“Oh, so you like a lot of people, then.” Sheng Yu sighed dramatically. “And here I thought I was special. Turns out I’m not. How heartbreaking.”

Song Qing: “…”

Sheng Yu sauntered away. Nowadays, hardly anyone in the school dared to speak to her. Honestly, it was quite peaceful—no need to deal with crowds of people. If nothing else, she felt she ought to write Jiang Di a thank-you letter just for that.

Back in the dorm, Sheng Yu found a bottle of milk and some snacks on her desk. She glanced at her three roommates.

“Sorry… for not standing up for you in class today,” Zhang Yunsu said, turning to face her.

Sheng Yu smiled. “Thanks.”

“You’re not angry, are you?”

Sheng Yu found it amusing and let out a soft laugh. “Why would I be? We’re not family, and you never had any obligation to help me in the first place.”

Zhang Yunsu opened her mouth, staring at Sheng Yu.

“I—”

“So there’s no need to feel guilty either,” Sheng Yu cut her off.