I Marked My Arch-Nemesis Omega - Chapter 7
Sheng Yu’s smile froze for two seconds as she looked at Song Qing. “Don’t you think you’re being a bit excessive?”
“Isn’t it you who’s excessive?” Song Qing glanced at Sheng Yu. “There aren’t many people in the whole school who are 1.6 meters tall. Even though you’re wearing shoes that give you some extra height, it’s still obvious.”
Sheng Yu: “…”
She narrowed her eyes at Song Qing and smiled. “In the end, you still don’t have solid evidence. You can’t find the real culprit, so you just drag someone out at random.”
“Someone reported you.”
Sheng Yu: “???”
She thought it was fake. Staring at Song Qing’s face, Sheng Yu suddenly lost the will to argue. If this person had come today, it must mean she was already dead set on pinning it on her and determined to make her admit it.
Originally, she had thought Song Qing was a decent person, but now that conclusion seemed debatable. Then again, in a school where jewelry wasn’t allowed, Song Qing had found a loophole by wearing decorative glasses. Almost no one in the entire Empire was nearsighted, let alone an Alpha.
“Stop pretending.” Song Qing took out a notebook and looked at Sheng Yu. “Eight-thousand-word self-criticism. Deliver it publicly next Monday.”
Song Qing’s gaze then shifted to Fu Lian. “Perfect timing—you can do it together with your desk mate.”
Fu Lian shuddered.
“And one more thing—I don’t like you. Don’t flatter yourself.” Song Qing enunciated each word slowly.
Maybe it was Sheng Yu’s imagination, but she thought she saw Song Qing smirk disdainfully. But upon closer inspection, the other girl’s face remained as expressionless as ever.
In her seventeen years of life, Sheng Yu had never been so humiliated. She glared at Song Qing. “You’re done for.”
“What kind of elementary school comeback is that?” Song Qing flicked her hair. Just as she was about to reach the door, she paused and turned back to look at Sheng Yu. “Also, please hand over your other neural device to the student council before school ends today.”
The moment Song Qing left, the classroom erupted in chatter.
Sheng Yu leaned against the wall, idly tapping her desk. Many eyes were fixed on her.
“Are you okay?” Zhang Yunsu turned to look at Sheng Yu. “Who knows who reported you…”
“I bet Song Qing made it up,” Sheng Yu said nonchalantly. “It wasn’t you, was it, desk mate?”
“Not me. If it were, I would’ve ratted you out that day,” Fu Lian denied immediately. “I only picked a fight with you on the first day because I was in a bad mood.”
“What exactly did you do? How does she know you have another neural device?” Zhang Yunsu asked curiously.
“Just because she says I have one, I do?” Sheng Yu had no intention of going to the student council. She didn’t even plan to write the self-criticism.
This was twelve years of compulsory education—the school had no right to expel students.
Zhang Yunsu looked at Sheng Yu and pursed her lips. “Are you planning to oppose her all the way?”
“Who’s opposing her?” Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow.
Zhang Yunsu: “…”
Song Qing wasn’t surprised that Sheng Yu hadn’t turned in the neural device. She had already anticipated this outcome.
She had dealt with plenty of troublemakers growing up—many far more troublesome than Sheng Yu.
Ten days into the semester, this was the first night Sheng Yu had spent in the dorm. She leaned back in her chair, flipping through her homework.
When she heard a knock at the door, she didn’t move.
“Who is it?” Bai Ying called out.
“Song Qing.”
Sheng Yu tightened her grip on her pen. Bai Ying glanced at her before getting up to open the door.
“Rare visitor, President.” Sheng Yu tossed her pen onto the desk, crossed her arms, and looked at her with a smile. “What brings you here?”
“Your neural device.”
“Nope.” Sheng Yu blinked at her. “You’re not planning to search my locker, are you? Would that even comply with the Empire’s Personal Privacy Act?”
Song Qing glanced at Sheng Yu’s face. “Did you take it off campus?”
“If it’s not on school grounds, then it’s outside your jurisdiction.”
Song Qing gave Sheng Yu a look and pulled a device from her pocket.
“Hand it over.” She walked to Sheng Yu’s desk and reached for the locker.
Sheng Yu grabbed her hand—cold, devoid of any warmth.
Song Qing met her gaze, pried Sheng Yu’s fingers off with her other hand, and forced the locker open. Spotting something in the corner, she frowned and pulled it out.
It was just a modified smartwatch.
“Told you I didn’t have it.” Sheng Yu swung her legs, watching Song Qing. “The school doesn’t confiscate watches, does it?”
Song Qing’s eyes lingered on Sheng Yu’s deliberately provocative smile before she smirked back. “You’d better not take it out again.”
Sheng Yu tilted her head. “Does bossing people around give you a thrill?”
“Watching you squirm does put me in a good mood.” Song Qing adjusted her glasses.
“Too bad I’m not squirming. Wasted trip for you.” Sheng Yu stood and gestured toward the door. “After you.”
Song Qing stared at her. As she reached the doorway, she suddenly turned and reached for Sheng Yu’s waist.
Sheng Yu retreated two steps, her back hitting the wall as she gripped Song Qing’s wrist—the other girl’s fingers mere centimeters from her waist. “President, isn’t this a bit handsy? Do you manhandle Omegas like this too?”
“Your reflexes are sharp.”
Sheng Yu held her gaze.
“But I already felt it. Hand it over.” Song Qing twisted her wrist, trying to break free, but Sheng Yu held firm. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’ve got a hidden pocket at your waist,” Song Qing said flatly.
Sheng Yu’s expression went blank.
“You stepped outside the signal-blocking range.”
Sheng Yu glanced at the watch discarded near the wall and chuckled.
“See? My mood just improved again.”
Sheng Yu lifted her eyes to Song Qing’s face and placed the device in her palm. “Pray you never need a favor from me.”
Song Qing laughed outright this time, her whole face lighting up. “The odds of that happening are zero, even in dreams—let alone reality. You said I was finished earlier. I’m waiting. Don’t let it be empty talk.”
“Student Sheng Yu, rest well tonight. I’ll be waiting downstairs tomorrow morning.”
Sheng Yu cursed inwardly but kept smiling.
“No need to see me out.” Song Qing closed the door behind her.
The other three roommates exchanged glances, barely daring to breathe as they studied Sheng Yu’s expression.
Sheng Yu picked up the watch and returned to her chair.
“Are you okay?” Ren Jin ventured timidly.
“Fine.” Sheng Yu glanced at her, noting the concern, and smiled.
“Come to think of it, this is actually my first time seeing Song Qingxiao,” Zhang Yunsu remarked. “To be honest, among all the Alphas, Song Qing is the best-looking.”
Sheng Yu twirled her pen: “True, but she’s just too pretentious.”
Zhang Yunsu glanced at Sheng Yu: “We’ll get our light computers back on Friday night. Five days isn’t really that hard to endure.”