I Marked My Arch-Nemesis Omega - Chapter 32

Song Qing stood outside watching Sheng Yu, feeling somewhat helpless. At times, it was obvious this person was deliberately stalling for time. When the final results came out, Sheng Yu’s total time was thirty-two minutes, placing him squarely in the middle of the rankings.

When Sheng Yu emerged, he saw Qi Liao glaring at him with clear displeasure.

Qi Liao was currently ranked sixth overall with a time of twelve minutes and thirty-seven seconds. In fact, if the time wasted at the start was deducted, he would have been faster than Song Qing. However, the instructor didn’t account for that, and Qi Liao couldn’t demand a score adjustment—he’d likely just get scolded. His behavior this time had indeed been a bit childish.

“Tch, couldn’t make it to first place on skill alone, so you resort to tricks?” Qi Liao couldn’t help but sneer.

“It’s not like I forced you to stay there. Weren’t you the one dumb enough to waste time with me?” Sheng Yu shot him a puzzled look before spotting Song Qing approaching and jogging over to her, his steps light and carefree.

Even from behind, Sheng Yu’s smugness was palpable.

Qi Liao: “…”

He was starting to think maybe it wasn’t that he was being too childish—it was just that Sheng Yu was downright infuriating!

How could anyone be this hateful? And he couldn’t understand why someone like Song Qing, with her personality, got along so well with Sheng Yu.

After all the tests concluded, over three thousand Betas failed to meet the standard, while more than two thousand barely scraped by. The Alphas fared slightly better, with only three failing and two barely passing. The results were sent to each trainee’s wristband.

Those who didn’t meet the requirements looked ashen-faced, while those who barely passed were visibly relieved.

Bai Ying was among those who failed—she had exceeded the time limit by six minutes. The main reason was that someone had yanked her during the test, sending her tumbling into a mud pit. Otherwise, she could have finished within forty minutes. When she saw her score, her eyes reddened instantly.

Qi Liao glanced at Sheng Yu with mild surprise. If the wasted time was excluded, this guy’s performance among the Betas was actually pretty decent.

Meng Yu also noticed this, her gaze lingering on Sheng Yu with curiosity before she quickly looked away. She realized she might have been biased.

Sheng Yu stood there, looking frail and exhausted, as if he might collapse at any moment.

“Those who failed will train an extra hour every day.”

Bai Ying’s tears spilled over immediately, and she wasn’t the only one crying.

The instructor didn’t stop them. Instead, he began assigning training tasks and announced meal times.

Sheng Yu stared at his list of tasks for the day and fell silent. What kind of nonsense was this?

At the bottom of the task list was an additional note:

“Those who complete all tasks by 11 PM tonight can visit the mecha experience hall tomorrow morning. Those who fail to finish will continue their tasks tomorrow morning with additional training.”

Once the tasks were assigned, the instructor stepped aside, leaving them to complete them on their own.

The mention of the mecha experience hall sparked excitement, but the enthusiasm quickly faded when they saw the six or seven basic training items listed.

“Ah, so if we finish early, we can leave?” Sheng Yu asked.

Bai Ying: “???”

“There’s so much to do… finishing early seems impossible.” Bai Ying nearly collapsed when she saw the fifteen-kilometer run.

Sheng Yu shrugged. “We’ve still got six hours, don’t we?”

Bai Ying sighed and glanced at Sheng Yu. “But there are just too many tasks.”

“President, what tasks do you have?” Sheng Yu looked at Song Qing.

“The projects are similar to yours, just some basic training,” Song Qing replied, opening her wristband.

“Thirty kilometers? Three hundred pull-ups… Is this even humanly possible?” Bai Ying’s lips twitched slightly, suddenly feeling a bit better. “At least we only have thirty pull-ups, though I doubt I can even do one.”

“Can’t you choose push-ups instead?” Sheng Yu asked.

Bai Ying sighed again. “That’s still a bit hard for me, and the requirement is fifty push-ups.”

“Let’s get started. No more complaining. Let’s aim to finish by six-thirty for dinner. Start with the run,” Sheng Yu said, checking the time again.

The equipment for constructing the virtual scene automatically retracted, revealing the original layout of the place. Since the students were spread across different floors, the crowd didn’t seem particularly dense, occupying only a corner of the training ground.

“One lap here is five kilometers, and there’s a minimum speed requirement. Make sure you’re clear on that,” Song Qing said, looking at Sheng Yu. “I’ll start running first.”

“Mm,” Sheng Yu nodded.

Song Qing held herself to high standards. Just by observing her running posture, Sheng Yu could tell she was giving her all in training. Meng Yu trailed behind Song Qing, struggling to keep up, but the gap between them only widened.

Students from other schools also tried to overtake Song Qing, but the distance didn’t shrink—if anything, it grew. At some point, the leading Alphas had shifted into a competitive mode, racing against each other.

Sheng Yu jogged leisurely, barely faster than the minimum required speed, looking utterly relaxed as she occasionally glanced at Song Qing.

Bai Ying gave up after four kilometers, choosing to stop and rest while watching Sheng Yu continue ahead.

Fu Lian passed by Sheng Yu. “Not going any faster?”

“Conserving energy.”

Fu Lian: “…”

Fu Lian had only meant to greet her casually, not expecting a serious answer. After speaking, he sped up again—talking to Sheng Yu often led to trouble.

Sheng Yu saw right through him and couldn’t help but click her tongue.

When Song Qing passed Sheng Yu, she slowed down. “Which lap are you on?”

“Just finished the first.”

Song Qing: “…”

“Keep running. The others are catching up.”

“It’s not a race. Let them catch up if they want,” Song Qing said, glancing back. “These people are so boring and childish.”

Sheng Yu chuckled. “True. Unlike you, President—much more mature.”

Song Qing felt like Sheng Yu was mocking her again. “I’ll keep going. You should pick up the pace too. Finishing early means more rest. We might have to wake up early tomorrow.”

“Mm,” Sheng Yu nodded, watching as Song Qing accelerated past those who had overtaken her earlier.

Sheng Yu slightly increased her speed, thinking she might finish the pull-ups before dinner. By the time she completed her run, Bai Ying was still struggling, standing by the track in tears.

“Waaah, I ran half a lap before realizing I wasn’t meeting the speed requirement, so none of it counted,” Bai Ying wailed, though she held back when she noticed others looking. “I’m so unlucky.”

Sheng Yu, however, couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Bai Ying glanced at Sheng Yu again, took a deep breath, and wiped away her tears.

Zhang Yunsu finished her three laps and walked toward the two of them, slightly out of breath.

“You finished running too?” Bai Ying looked at Zhang Yunsu.

Zhang Yunsu nodded. “Yeah, I feel okay, just a bit tired.”

Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow as she observed Zhang Yunsu.

Bai Ying was shocked. “Am I the only one this bad? Why are you all so good?”

“Because you slack off during training,” Zhang Yunsu replied.

Bai Ying: “…”

“But Sheng Yu slacks off too,” Bai Ying sighed.

Sheng Yu didn’t want to talk about herself and waved a hand. “Let’s go, time for pull-ups.”

Bai Ying followed beside Sheng Yu. “Are you hiding something?”

“Hiding what? I just brought myself here,” Sheng Yu said with a grin.

Bai Ying sighed again and turned to Zhang Yunsu. “How long did it take you to finish that test today?”

“Twenty-two minutes and forty seconds.”

Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow. “Was that first place among non-Alphas?”

“Not quite, I think I was ninth.”

“Wow.” Bai Ying looked at Zhang Yunsu, on the verge of tears again. “Do you think you’ll present as an Alpha?”

“I don’t think so…” Zhang Yunsu hesitated. “I haven’t felt anything yet. Whatever it is, I just hope I present this year.”

Sheng Yu glanced at Zhang Yunsu again. A thought crossed her mind, but voicing it would’ve been strange. In the end, she couldn’t resist and reached out to touch the back of Zhang Yunsu’s neck.

“What’s wrong?” Zhang Yunsu was startled by the sudden contact.

“Nothing,” Sheng Yu sighed. She must’ve been overthinking it.

Bai Ying attempted the pull-ups but only managed four before dropping down and switching to push-ups.

The pull-up bar was slightly high. Sheng Yu stood with her hands on her hips, tilting her head back to look at it. Honestly, the height was inconvenient for her—jumping too high would look odd.

“Tsk, tsk, Sheng Yu, don’t tell me you need someone to lift you up,” Qi Liao couldn’t help but tease.

Jiang Di, who was passing by, had also intended to mock her, but seeing Qi Liao, he swallowed his words and instead said, “Is this the standard of Haoyun Thirteenth High students?”

Sheng Yu glanced at Jiang Di, then at Qi Liao.

Song Qing had already finished her pull-ups. She rubbed her arms and quickly walked over when she noticed the situation.

She wanted to lift Sheng Yu up, but doing so would only give Qi Liao the upper hand, and Sheng Yu probably wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Come here,” Sheng Yu beckoned to Qi Liao.

“What?”

“Hey, I just have something to say to you.”

“What is it?” Qi Liao was puzzled.

Sheng Yu flashed him a smile.

Fu Lian stood nearby, watching. He almost wanted to cover his eyes—he couldn’t bear to watch. Qi Liao clearly had no idea what was coming.

Qi Liao hesitated but still walked over.

“Bend down a bit,” Sheng Yu said, her smile dangerously charming.

Without much thought, Qi Liao half-squatted.

The next second, Sheng Yu stepped onto Qi Liao’s thigh near his knee, pushed off hard, and leaped up to grab the bar. “What’s it to you how tall I am? Mind your own business.”

Sheng Yu’s next step landed squarely on Qi Liao’s shoulder, sending the unprepared and still unsteady Qi Liao tumbling to the ground. Jiang Di didn’t bother hiding his laughter, while other muffled chuckles could be heard from the sidelines.

“Sheng Yu, you—” Qi Liao didn’t even need to think to realize Sheng Yu was messing with him. He reached out to pull Sheng Yu down, but Song Qing grabbed his wrist and forcefully twisted it back.

Qi Liao took a sharp breath. “You guys from No. 13 High really love cheap shots, huh?”

“I didn’t ambush you,” Song Qing said, his expression deceptively earnest, though his words were dripping with provocation. “I just don’t want you interfering with our school’s training. Besides, I didn’t sneak up on you—I walked right up to you. You were just too focused to notice. Work harder on your training, Qi Liao.”

The laughter around them grew louder.

Song Qing released his grip and stepped aside, no longer paying him any attention, his gaze shifting to Sheng Yu, who was now doing pull-ups.

Fu Lian, who had witnessed the entire scene and was no stranger to Sheng Yu’s antics, mused to himself: In a way, Song Qing is just as infuriating as Sheng Yu—just better at hiding it.