I Marked My Arch-Nemesis Omega - Chapter 6

Sheng Yu stopped after finishing her second lap and walked a few steps, while Song Qing ran past her.

Song Qing was leading the first class, moving at a fast, steady pace that seemed comparable to a sprint for ordinary people—perhaps even faster. Sheng Yu picked up her pace again but soon slowed down once more.

She glanced at the teacher not far away. Their class teacher was chatting with teachers from other classes, so she decided to slow down even more, thinking she might skip a lap.

She shared her idea with Bai Ying and the others.

“Won’t the teacher notice?” Bai Ying was tempted too, looking back at the teacher. She was completely exhausted.

“It should be fine. Look how many people are on the field,” Sheng Yu whispered.

After exchanging glances, they blended into the crowd.

“Maybe we can hide behind that grove first and come back out when they finish this lap,” Sheng Yu suggested, pointing to a small cluster of trees nearby.

The school had excellent greenery, with plenty of places to hide.

“Students, no cutting corners.”

Sheng Yu was speechless when she saw Song Qing suddenly appear. How had she already finished another lap so quickly?

Zhang Yunsu immediately hid behind Sheng Yu upon seeing Song Qing.

“Were you eavesdropping on us?”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping. I just happened to hear,” Song Qing replied calmly, her gaze fixed on Sheng Yu.

Sheng Yu knew that, based on what had happened earlier on the path, Song Qing might already be suspicious of her.

“We were just joking,” Sheng Yu said with an innocent smile. “Don’t you need to keep running? Otherwise, you might not finish in time.”

“I’ve already finished.”

Sheng Yu: “…”

“But the time isn’t up yet,” Song Qing added.

Sheng Yu realized there was no escaping the fate of completing all four laps. Bai Ying and the others had already started running again, much faster than before, as if a tiger were chasing them.

Except for Sheng Yu, who continued jogging at a pace barely faster than walking.

“Do you have to follow me?” Sheng Yu asked, puzzled.

“I’m not following you. I’m just taking a walk,” Song Qing replied, her expression still serious, betraying no emotion.

Sheng Yu sped up a little, and the other girl didn’t follow.

But every time she thought about stepping off the track, she’d turn around to find Song Qing watching her.

Sheng Yu cursed inwardly.

After the run, many people collapsed onto the ground. Sheng Yu leaned against Bai Ying, standing there, completely unwilling to move. She wasn’t that tired—just annoyed.

“Is she targeting you?” Ren Jin asked in a hushed voice.

“Who knows? But she hasn’t caught me yet,” Sheng Yu said, rubbing her arms. “Is she always this nosy?”

“It’s not really being nosy—just overly rigid. A lot of people in school don’t like her, but she’s a Song…” Zhang Yunsu chimed in.

Sheng Yu glanced toward the first-class group. It was clear Song Qing wasn’t well-liked there either, standing alone in a noticeable empty space, her posture perfectly straight.

Their eyes met. Sheng Yu smiled at her, and Song Qing looked away.

The exercises in this class were unusually numerous. Although there were short breaks between each set, it hardly made any difference—by the end of the lesson, many were completely drained.

“Do we really need such intense training just because we’re Betas?”

“I heard Betas didn’t even have training courses a few years ago. They only started recently.”

“Who knows what the higher-ups are planning now.”

…

Sheng Yu listened to the murmurs around her, curling her lips slightly. When she returned to the classroom, she glanced at Fu Lian, who was already seated. “Did you skip class?”

“I went,” Fu Lian took a sip of water, “and then left.”

Sheng Yu narrowed her eyes. “Why does Song Qing keep an eye on me instead of you?”

“Maybe because you stand out more,” Fu Lian replied. “Thanks to you, I heard Song Qing plans to station more patrols by the fence. If you keep sneaking out, she might even deploy drones.”

“If I can’t get out, then I’ll just stay in school and study properly.” Sheng Yu shrugged. If they were determined to catch her, it was only a matter of time.

“But we still have to find a way out,” Fu Lian tapped the desk. “I’m scouting for alternative routes.”

Despite his words, Sheng Yu successfully slipped out for several nights in a row, leaving and returning right under the patrols’ noses. Each time she returned, others would attempt to climb the fence.

The patrols instinctively went after the closest offenders, and by the time they turned to look for Sheng Yu, she was long gone—vanishing without a trace on the surveillance footage. The patrols began to wonder if they were seeing ghosts.

Whenever she crossed paths with Song Qing in the cafeteria or hallways these days, Sheng Yu noticed the student council president’s scrutinizing gaze fixed on her. She met it openly, unbothered.

While Sheng Yu escaped every night, Fu Lian tried three different routes—and got caught every time.

“How the hell do you keep getting away?” Fu Lian grumbled, his stack of self-criticism essays nearly thick enough to publish. He’d even been ordered to deliver a public apology on stage Monday.

“Skill,” Sheng Yu wiggled her fingers. “Not something you can learn.”

“Tch. Don’t get too cocky. Rumor has it Song Qing’s planning to inspect each grade one by one. She’s already compiling lists of absentees.” Fu Lian smirked, clearly enjoying the thought of her downfall.

Leaning against the wall, Sheng Yu propped her chin on her hand, unfazed. “So what if she catches me? I’m not scared of her. It’s not like she can kill me. You’re well-informed, though.”

“I’ve got friends in the student council.”

Sheng Yu yawned as a girl walked in through the front door. The class instantly fell silent. The newcomer scanned the room, her gaze zeroing in on Sheng Yu, who remained sprawled lazily against the wall. Fu Lian ducked his head.

Song Qing stopped in front of her, eyes locked on hers.

Sheng Yu blinked up at her, a teasing lilt in her voice. “President, why do you keep staring at me lately? If you like me, it’s hopeless.”

Disdain flickered in Song Qing’s eyes. “Sheng Yu. Skipping class for a week straight, climbing the fence, and deliberately evading patrols.”

“Don’t accuse me unfairly, President,” Sheng Yu replied, her voice soft and sweet.

“Although I don’t know how you managed to leave a leave record in the school system, the regulations don’t permit unauthorized departures from campus,” Song Qing said, looking at Sheng Yu. “As for the evidence you want—no evidence is needed. It’s you.”

Sheng Yu: ???

It could be like this? This was something she had never anticipated.