I Marked My Mortal Enemy as My Omega - Chapter 5

Sheng Yu ran 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 around eight o’clock. Though not as late as yesterday, she was still tardy since classes started at seven.

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

Coincidentally, it was her still unnamed deskmate. Their eyes met.

“You first?” Sheng Yu raised an eyebrow.

“Why not together?” He looked puzzled. The fence was long enough—it wasn’t like only one person could go at a time.

“I was just worried you’d get mad if you fell behind me again. I’m so delicate, and I’m all alone here.” Sheng Yu grinned. “How about introducing yourself, deskmate? I 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, a girl’s icy voice rang out.

“Which class are you two from?” Unsurprisingly, it was Song Qing.

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

She dashed away at lightning speed, disappearing into the grove.

Fu Lian: ???

Song Qing had been about to chase Sheng Yu, but seeing Fu Lian still perched on the fence, she stopped.

By the time Sheng Yu returned to class, she was sprawled over her desk, avoiding the cameras as she tapped on her neural interface.

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 innocently. “You didn’t rat me out, did you?”

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

“No.” Fu Lian pulled out his chair and sat down.

“Didn’t expect you to be so loyal, deskmate.” Sheng Yu smiled sweetly. “I’m really sorry about how I treated you yesterday.”

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

Sheng Yu blinked. “Then maybe you should keep forgetting it.”

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

The third period was physical training, which required changing into gym clothes. Most students had brought theirs in the morning, so few needed to return to the dorms.

Sheng Yu, now changed, strolled leisurely down the tree-lined path. Honestly, she wanted to skip this class too—she hated the feeling of sweating.

The thought took root, and soon she didn’t want to go at all. Just as she turned to leave, she spotted someone not far behind her.

Song Qing.

“Student, class has already started. Where are you going?” Song Qing adjusted her glasses, studying Sheng Yu with sharp, probing eyes.

After taking Fu Lian away, Song Qing had checked the surveillance footage to track Sheng Yu’s movements. Yet, no matter where she looked, the camera feeds showed no trace of that tightly bundled figure.

Clearly, this person had either navigated every blind spot perfectly—or tampered with the cameras.

However, this school shouldn’t have any surveillance blind spots except in restrooms and dormitories.

Clearly, someone had tampered with the cameras, but that seemed too difficult—the school network system at No. 13 High was specially encrypted.

Song Qing was also heading to class, still pondering the matter, when she suddenly spotted a figure that looked remarkably like the fence-jumper.

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

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

“Ah, is it that late already?” Sheng Yu sighed regretfully.

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

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

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

“I should go. I’m going to be late. You should hurry too, President.” Sheng Yu smiled at Song Qing and quickly dashed off 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 was still late.

By the time she found her group, nearly everyone else had arrived.

The teacher was slightly displeased with her tardiness, but her tone softened when she saw Sheng Yu’s face. “Why are you late?”

“Sorry, teacher. I wasn’t feeling well today… that’s why I’m late.” Sheng Yu bit her lip and looked at the teacher 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 feel unwell during class.” The teacher nodded.

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

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

“Physical Fitness Class” was exactly what it sounded like—training to build physical endurance.

They started with four laps around the field, 400 meters each, which wasn’t too bad.

Sheng Yu overheard that the Alpha class next to them had to run ten laps—4,000 meters—in under twelve minutes.

She glanced at the neighboring group. The stark difference in physical ability between Alphas and Betas was evident—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. It was true—she wasn’t flushed or out of breath—but she decided to pretend otherwise later to avoid standing out.

Bai Ying was puzzled. Before differentiation, Omegas usually had poor stamina and were more delicate. Aside from her height and appearance, Sheng Yu didn’t fit the Omega stereotype—her fragility came more from her delicate looks than anything else.

Honestly, if Sheng Yu were 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 he was overthinking things. Sheng Yu probably just had slightly better physical fitness than the average person. At first glance, he was clearly a total Omega.