I Marked My Arch-Nemesis Omega - Chapter 5

Sheng Yu had run away again.

To be honest, Sheng Yu didn’t particularly enjoy skipping class—she just liked challenging authority.

The next morning, Sheng Yu arrived at the fence a little past eight. Though not as late as the day before, she was still tardy, since school started at seven.

Standing by the fence, just about to climb over, she noticed someone else standing nearby.

Coincidentally, it was that desk mate of hers whose name she still hadn’t asked. The two locked eyes.

“You first?” Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow.

“Why not together?” He looked puzzled. The fence was long enough—it wasn’t like only one spot was climbable.

“I’m just worried you’ll get mad if you fall behind me again. I’m so delicate, and I’m all alone here.” Sheng Yu grinned. “How about an introduction, desk mate? Still don’t know your name.”

“Fu Lian.” Fu Lian was speechless but ultimately ignored her sarcasm.

Sheng Yu nodded, then leaped up, grabbed the fence, and flipped over. The moment her feet touched the ground, she heard a girl’s voice.

“Which class are you two from?” The voice was icy—no surprise, it was that Song Qing.

Pulling her cap low, Sheng Yu shouted, “There’s someone else behind me!”

She dashed off at lightning speed, slipping into the grove of trees.

Fu Lian: ???

Song Qing had been about to chase Sheng Yu, but seeing Fu Lian still straddling the fence, she stopped in her tracks.

By the time Sheng Yu returned to the classroom, she slumped over her desk, avoiding the cameras as she pulled up her personal terminal.

Fu Lian didn’t return until an hour later.

He stood by the desk, arms crossed, staring at Sheng Yu.

“I asked if you wanted to go first,” Sheng Yu said, feigning innocence. “You didn’t rat me out, did you?”

She figured he hadn’t—otherwise, Song Qing would’ve come for her by now.

“No,” Fu Lian replied, pulling out his chair and sitting down.

“Didn’t take you for the loyal type, desk mate.” Sheng Yu smirked. “Sorry about my attitude yesterday.”

“Because you forgot my name.” Fu Lian really hadn’t planned to expose her—he didn’t think that was something a decent person would do.

Sheng Yu blinked. “Then maybe it’s better if you don’t remember it at all.”

Fu Lian realized Sheng Yu might be even more shameless than he’d thought.

The third period was physical training, which meant changing into gym clothes. Most students had brought theirs in the morning, so only a few had to go back to the dorms.

After changing, Sheng Yu strolled leisurely down the tree-lined path. Honestly, she was tempted to skip this class too—she hated the feeling of sweating.

The thought took hold, and she really didn’t want to go anymore. Just as she turned to leave, she spotted someone not far behind her.

Song Qing.

“This student, class has already started. Where are you going?” Song Qing adjusted her glasses, her sharp gaze scrutinizing Sheng Yu.

After taking Fu Lian away, Song Qing had checked the surveillance footage to track Sheng Yu’s movements. But no matter where she looked, that tightly bundled figure was nowhere to be seen.

Clearly, the girl had either navigated every blind spot or tampered with the cameras.

However, this school should have no blind spots for surveillance except in the toilets and dormitories.

Clearly, someone had tampered with the cameras, but the difficulty of doing so was exceptionally high—the network system of No. 13 High School was specially encrypted.

Song Qing was also on her way to class, still mulling over the incident, when she suddenly looked up and spotted a figure that looked suspiciously like the person who had vaulted the fence.

“I wanted to grab my water bottle,” Sheng Yu said with a calm expression, tinged with a hint of innocent confusion.

“There are water vendors by the field,” Song Qing replied. “You’ll be late in three minutes. Are you sure you want to go back for your bottle?”

“Ah, is it that soon?” Sheng Yu sighed in frustration.

“What time did you go to class this morning?” Song Qing stepped closer to Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu looked at her quizzically. “Around eight. I wasn’t feeling well this morning, so I asked the teacher for an extra hour of rest.”

Song Qing remembered—there had indeed been a girl clutching her stomach on the way from the dorm to the classroom around eight. But something still felt off, though she couldn’t pinpoint exactly what.

“Well, I’d better go. I’m going to be late. You should hurry too, President.” Sheng Yu flashed Song Qing a smile before quickly turning and jogging toward the field.

Alphas—nothing special.

Song Qing watched Sheng Yu’s retreating figure and smoothed her hair.

Sheng Yu was in high spirits. Though she jogged, she still ended up late.

She found her group—most of the others were already there.

The teacher was slightly displeased with her tardiness, but upon seeing Sheng Yu’s face, his tone softened a little. “Why are you late?”

“I’m sorry, teacher. I wasn’t feeling well today… That’s why I was delayed.” Sheng Yu bit her lip and looked up at him cautiously.

“Not feeling well? Do you need more rest?”

“No, I think I can manage.”

“Alright, get back in line. Let me know if you start feeling unwell during class.” The teacher nodded.

“Thank you, teacher.” By height, Sheng Yu should have been at the front of the undifferentiated group.

She didn’t understand why she was so short—both her parents were tall.

“Physical Fitness Class,” as the name suggested, was all about building physical endurance.

They started with four laps around the field—400 meters per lap—though that was considered light.

Sheng Yu overheard that the Alpha class next to them was assigned ten laps—4,000 meters—and had to finish within twelve minutes.

She glanced over at the neighboring group. The stark difference in physical ability between Alphas and Betas was on full display—by the time her class finished one lap, the Alphas had already completed two.

Bai Ying, running beside Sheng Yu, was already panting.

“Aren’t you tired?” Bai Ying asked.

“Not really,” Sheng Yu replied. And it was true—her breathing was steady, her face unflushed. But she decided she’d better pretend otherwise later, or it’d be too obvious.

Bai Ying was puzzled. Before differentiation, Omegas typically had poor stamina and were generally more delicate. Aside from her height and looks, Sheng Yu didn’t fit the Omega mold at all. Her perceived fragility came more from her delicate appearance than anything else.

Honestly, if Sheng Yu were just a bit taller, people might have guessed she’d differentiate into an Alpha.

By the start of the second lap, Sheng Yu began panting too.

Bai Ying looked at Sheng Yu and felt that he was overthinking it. Sheng Yu was probably just a bit more physically fit than the average person—clearly a tough Omega through and through.