Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals (GL, ABO) - Chapter 1
Driving down the main road in a white SUV, Ming Muyao answered the car’s hands-free call. A young girl’s voice came through, sounding soft and a little childish.
“Cousin, where are you now? Did you get the signed copy for me?”
The caller was her younger cousin, Qianqian. No one really knew why a teenage girl suddenly got so obsessed with reading novels. Her teacher had already confiscated several of them and even called her parents in to discuss the matter.
At first, Muyao thought there was nothing wrong with a young girl reading a few romance novels. But then she found out they were all lesbian smut.
Glancing at the steamy book on the passenger seat, Muyao let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, I got it. A personally signed copy from the author. I waited in line forever.”
Qianqian was thrilled, lowering her voice like she was sharing some big secret. “Thanks, Yaoyao-jie! I knew you were the best!”
Muyao quickly cut her off while keeping her eyes on the road. “Don’t get too excited just yet. You promised me—you have to get into City No. 1 High School for your entrance exam. If you don’t, I’m never buying you these kinds of books again.”
“How can you call them ‘these kinds of books’? They’re pure love stories…” Qianqian muttered, and then added, “By the way, there’s this scummy alpha side character in the book who has the exact same name as you. Every time I see her, I get pulled out of the story. Once you bring me the book, I’ll let you read it.”
Muyao laughed. “Why would I read the stuff you kids are into?”
She’d skimmed the book’s summary while waiting in line. It was called Second Love and took place in an ABO setting. The plot was a dramatic love-hate entanglement between an alpha and an omega, all about unrequited feelings and emotional mess.
Muyao didn’t really get why these over-the-top stories were so popular now, but since Qianqian promised to study hard and get into that school, she wasn’t going to argue about it.
As long as her grades go up, who cares what kind of melodrama she’s reading.
“Alright, I’m driving now. Gotta hang up,” Muyao said. “I’ll be at your place in about twenty minutes. When I get there, I’m checking your homework. If it’s not done, I’m telling your mom.”
Just as she finished speaking, Muyao caught something in her peripheral vision—a grayish-white dump truck that had been driving normally suddenly started swerving and speeding up. It was zigzagging in an S-shape, veering wildly in her direction. In less than a second, the truck slammed into the car in front of Muyao and barreled straight toward her!
Beep beep beep—
With a loud crash, Muyao felt her body and the car lift off the ground. Everything spun as the SUV flipped over and skidded far down the road.
“Jie! Jie!”
Qianqian’s panicked voice came from the car’s speaker.
Muyao lay in the wreck, covered in bl00d. She could hear people shouting around her, but all she could see was red. The car was completely mangled.
Her gaze landed on the bl00d-smeared signed novel, and a thought flashed through her mind: Damn it. That two-hour wait was for nothing.
The pain in her body slowly faded, her senses numbed. As her consciousness slipped away, she thought she saw a shadowy figure in the passenger seat.
Since when… was someone else in the car?
Confused, Muyao felt herself slipping into darkness.
Drip… drip…
The sound of medical equipment stirred Muyao from her sleep. She slowly opened her eyes to a strange ceiling and unfamiliar machines. Her mind was a blank, but some clarity was starting to return.
She didn’t die?
Muyao squinted slightly and tried moving. Her body was sore all over, but otherwise intact—nothing like what you’d expect after such a horrific crash.
Thinking about that runaway truck, she couldn’t believe she actually survived. It felt like a medical miracle.
She really thought she was done for this time.
Muyao raised a hand to rub her aching temples and forced herself to sit up. Glancing at the IV in her hand and the bright, spacious private room, she couldn’t help but feel surprised.
Sure, her family was well-off, but there’s no way they could afford this kind of high-end private hospital room.
This has to cost at least two or three thousand a day.
As she was mentally calculating the bills and scolding herself for wasting money—Why not just put her in a shared room?—the door to the room opened.
A young nurse peeked in, her face lighting up when she saw Muyao awake. “You’re up? Don’t sit up—lie down quickly! I’ll go get the doctor and your family.”
The nurse helped her lie back down, and Muyao finally spoke. “I’m a little thirsty. Could I have some water?”
“Of course,” the nurse smiled. “Feeling thirsty is a good sign. Let the doctor check you over first, and then we’ll get you some water. You’re really lucky—your injuries weren’t too bad. The person in the passenger seat only had a mild concussion, nothing serious. I’ll go get the doctor and your family. Don’t move, okay?”
Muyao frowned at the nurse’s words.
The person in the passenger seat only had a concussion?
She remembered it clearly—there was no one else in her car. So, who the hell was this “passenger”?
Vaguely, Muyao recalled the shadowy figure she thought she saw before passing out. Back then she assumed it was a hallucination. But now, hearing the nurse say that she could vaguely picture that person again.
He—or she—was slumped next to the broken window, bl00d streaming down their face from a head wound.
She didn’t remember the person’s face. But one thing was certain: they hadn’t been there when she got in the car. So where did they come from?
Before she could make sense of it, the doctor and several nurses entered the room—along with a few people in everyday clothes. Muyao didn’t recognize any of them.
After a round of checkups, the doctor turned to the group. “Her condition is stable. She’ll stay one more day for observation. If everything’s fine, she can be discharged.”
The strangers looked relieved and started thanking the doctor profusely.
Muyao stared at them, confused. Who the hell are these people? And why are they standing around my bed like family?
“Muyao, how are you feeling? Is there anywhere that still hurts?” a woman in her forties asked gently, her face full of concern.
Muyao looked at her for two seconds, then asked, “Who are you?”
Everyone: “…?”
The novel Second Love was set in an ABO world and told the story of an alpha and an omega—love mixed with manipulation, betrayal, and endurance. You’d never really know how much the person lying beside you loved you… or how much another woman hated you.
When all you have left in the world is each other, do you pretend to love just to protect yourself, or rip your heart out and let yourself become cold and numb?
Muyao remembered these exact words from the book’s summary. She’d read them during those two hours in line and had a rough idea of the story.
But she never imagined something as crazy as getting pulled into the book would happen to her.
Thinking about the way those strangers looked at her earlier made her head hurt. She knew she had the same name as a scummy alpha side character in the book—rich, powerful, and a total womanizer.
This character not only married an omega but also abused her every day.
And that wasn’t the worst of it. Novel-Muyao liked to frequent brothels, slept around with socialites and hostesses—basically, any woman with a decent face. She’d drag them into private rooms with her loser friends and do all sorts of shady, probably illegal things.
Muyao didn’t know how that character ended up—she hadn’t read that far. But she had a feeling someone that messy was doomed to a terrible ending.
Lying in the hospital bed, Muyao stared at the ceiling. I should probably get some tests done tomorrow… Make sure I don’t have any terminal diseases. Like HIV or… syphilis or something. No way am I getting dropped into a novel world and stuck with some disgusting infection.
She didn’t sleep at all that night. The next morning, Muyao got up and started a full-body checkup.
Somehow, despite the car crash and the body’s chaotic lifestyle, all her test results came back perfect. She was in great health.
Okay, so this scumbag plays around a lot, but at least she’s… clean?
No. How can you call someone like that ‘clean’? This whole life is filthy.
Muyao felt more and more disgusted. Her psychological and physical cleanliness standards were screaming.
Just then, she noticed a shadow flicker outside the room.
She looked up and saw a corner of someone’s hospital gown.
Setting down the medical report, Muyao walked over and opened the door.
The person outside jumped like they’d seen a ghost. They shuddered and immediately tried to run—but Muyao grabbed their wrist.
The hand she caught was thin and bony. The girl in front of her was shorter than her by a good bit, and her eyes were filled with fear. Through the contact between their skin, Muyao could feel her trembling.
“Who are you?” Muyao asked. “Why were you outside my room?”
The girl widened her eyes slightly and stammered, “I’m… Su Yin…”
Muyao frowned, trying to remember. Then it clicked.
This is the omega wife that scummy Muyao married in the novel.
The girl looked barely eighteen or nineteen—young, delicate. In the story, Su Yin had just reached adulthood when she married Muyao and then spent nearly a year suffering from domestic abuse.
“Oh, it’s you,” Muyao said, letting go of her hand. “Sorry… I think I’ve lost my memory. I don’t remember who you are.”