Rumor Has It I Don’t Follow A-Class Morals - Chapter 10

Late at night, Ming Muyao sat on the soft bed, staring at her hands, unable to stop thinking about what had happened during the day.

Su Yin trembling all over—that image still lingered vividly in her mind. When Ming Muyao hugged her, she could feel her shaking like her bones were about to fall apart. Her body was cold and frail, her face deathly pale from fear.

Ming Muyao sighed softly and shifted her gaze away.

Su Yin was nineteen this year—just a few years older than her younger cousin.

Qianqian was a bright little girl. Her mother—Ming Muyao’s aunt—worried about her constantly. Especially during her final year of middle school, she watched over Qianqian like a prison guard to make sure she got into a good high school.

Even though Ming Muyao had no parents, she was on good terms with her relatives. She had an especially close bond with her cousin—closer than some real siblings. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have waited in line so long just to buy her cousin a book.

To Ming Muyao, Su Yin was just like her cousin—still a teenager.

The only difference was, she had known Qianqian for over ten years, while she’d only just met Su Yin a few days ago.

But even in those short few days, Su Yin had left a deep impression on her.

What kind of life did she have to live to end up with a personality like that?

Is it really that hard for Omegas to survive in this world?

Ming Muyao didn’t understand. She helplessly reached out to turn off the lamp, lifted the covers, and lay down, deciding to leave all these worries for tomorrow.

The next morning, Ming Muyao got up early.

Breakfast was steamed pumpkin and white fungus porridge—both sweet dishes. She immediately guessed that it was Su Yin’s favorite type of breakfast.

Maybe because of what happened yesterday, Su Yin didn’t seem to be in a great mood. She didn’t even greet Ming Muyao when she saw her—just stared blankly at her, lost in thought.

Aunt Chen wasn’t completely thoughtless when it came to Ming Muyao. She had steamed two sausages, sliced them, and placed them in front of her with a smile. “Muyao, these sausages are from the supermarket yesterday. You like savory flavors, right? I steamed these especially for you so you’d have something more to your taste.”

“Thanks, Aunt Chen.” Ming Muyao didn’t hold back. She picked up a slice and took a bite. Sure enough, it helped balance out all the sweetness.

Su Yin, holding a ceramic spoon in her hand, looked up at Ming Muyao. No one knew what she was thinking. After staring for over ten seconds, she finally lowered her head and continued eating, reminding Ming Muyao of a baby rabbit poking its head out of its burrow in a field.

After breakfast, it was time for Ming Muyao to change her bandages.

The doctor at the clinic near the community entrance had said her wound wasn’t serious. As long as she changed the dressing twice a day, it should heal in about a week.

Last night before bed, Aunt Chen had changed it for her. Ming Muyao had been planning to ask her again, but Su Yin looked up and asked, “Can I help you change it?”

Both Aunt Chen and Ming Muyao turned to look at her. Aunt Chen glanced at the two of them, then smiled and said, “Then let Yinyin help you. I’ll go wash the dishes.”

Without giving Ming Muyao a chance to refuse, Aunt Chen picked up the bowls and chopsticks from the table and went into the kitchen, leaving just the two of them behind.

Ming Muyao looked at Su Yin, then nodded. “Alright. Come to the living room and help me change the dressing.”

In the living room, Su Yin took the initiative to find the first aid kit. She pulled out the medicine and bandages, then sat down beside Ming Muyao and started changing the dressing.

As it turned out, Su Yin was surprisingly good at it.

Ming Muyao looked down at Su Yin’s focused expression—it felt less like she was tending a wound and more like she was working on a delicate piece of art.

Once she was done, Su Yin carefully rolled up the used bandage and tossed it in the trash. Then she looked up at Ming Muyao and said, “All done.”

“Mm.” Ming Muyao flexed her fingers a little, then smiled in satisfaction. “Nice. You’re even better than the clinic nurse.”

Su Yin didn’t look pleased by the praise. She simply clutched the first aid kit and said, “I’m sorry. I was the one who hurt your hand in the first place. It’s only right that I change the dressing for you.”

“You don’t have to keep apologizing for something like this,” Ming Muyao replied. “It’s not a deep wound, and I got it treated right away. You don’t need to feel that guilty.”

She looked at Su Yin for a moment, then stretched out her other hand and said, “Do you want to try touching me—just a little?”

Su Yin stared at her, confused.

“I think you’re still scared of me,” Ming Muyao said softly, eyes lowered. “We’ll be living together for a long time. It’s not realistic to avoid all contact. If we try a little bit now, maybe you won’t be so afraid later.”

Su Yin lowered her head and looked at Ming Muyao’s open palm.

Her fingers were long and slender, with clearly defined lines on the palm—elegant and graceful.

If these hands didn’t hit me so often, Su Yin thought, I might actually think they were beautiful.

Seeing her silent, Ming Muyao awkwardly withdrew her hand and said—half to comfort Su Yin, half to comfort herself—“It’s okay if you don’t want to. We’ve got time.”

Su Yin kept her head down and quietly said, “I’m going to help Aunt Chen tidy up the house.”

Watching her put the first aid kit away and scurry off to the kitchen, Ming Muyao could only sigh and sink back into the couch.

The entire day, Ming Muyao wandered around the house, bored out of her mind.

She either watched TV in the living room or messed around on the computer in the study. When she really didn’t know what to do, she just took a walk around the yard.

No friends, no familiar faces—everything here still felt strange. After pacing the yard three times, she finally went back inside to change her shoes. She decided to go out for a walk.

“You heading out?” Aunt Chen saw her putting on sneakers and asked curiously, “It’s almost dinner time. Where are you going?”

“I just want to walk around for a bit,” Ming Muyao said with a smile. “I’ve got my phone. If anything comes up, just call me.”

Su Yin, hearing the conversation from the kitchen, quietly walked out and stood by the door, watching Ming Muyao from a distance.

Of course, Ming Muyao noticed her. She turned to Aunt Chen and asked, “Want me to bring back some braised snacks?”

“Sure,” Aunt Chen replied without much thought. “There’s a place at the intersection that sells good braised stuff. You could get some pig ears, and maybe a cold dish too. I’ll just cook a couple of other things at home.”

Ming Muyao nodded. Since Su Yin didn’t like talking to her, she didn’t push it. She said goodbye to Aunt Chen and stepped out.

It wasn’t rush hour yet, but the streets were already getting busy.

Several parents rode by on electric scooters, picking up their kids. Watching the lively scene, Ming Muyao felt like it wasn’t any different from the city she used to live in.

Busy, noisy, peaceful, and ordinary.

It was a rare chance to unwind, so she took her time. First, she went to the intersection. The braised snack shop Aunt Chen mentioned already had two or three people lined up. Figuring it’d only get busier, she decided to buy the food first and take her walk afterward.

After picking up the braised food, she noticed a vendor next door selling freshly roasted chestnuts. She bought a bag of hot, sweet ones.

Su Yin had a sweet tooth, so she’d probably like chestnuts too. Ming Muyao slipped the braised food onto her wrist and, while waiting at the crosswalk, started peeling chestnuts one by one.

They were soft, sweet, and steaming hot. After eating a few, she felt a comforting warmth spread through her.

Just as the light was about to change, a very familiar sports car pulled up in front of the crosswalk.

Before she could react, the window rolled down.

Xu Bu took off her sunglasses and stared at Ming Muyao in her tracksuit, one hand holding braised food, the other carrying chestnuts—completely stunned.

“Muyao?”

Xu Bu blinked, looking her up and down. “Why are you dressed like that?”

Seeing her instantly ruined Ming Muyao’s mood. She calmly continued peeling chestnuts and said, “Is there a law that says I can’t go out in workout clothes?”

“Of course not.” Xu Bu quickly adjusted her expression and smiled. “We were actually just about to ask you to come to the bar with us. Since we ran into you, come on, let’s go. My car’s got room.”

Ming Muyao narrowed her eyes slightly. Before she could respond, two people got out of the car.

Before she even knew what was happening, the two women grabbed her and shoved her into the car. Xu Bu hit the gas the moment she was in, not caring if Ming Muyao agreed or not.

She’d only gone out for a walk and to pick up a few things—but just like that, she got roped into going out with Xu Bu. Ming Muyao didn’t see it coming at all.

If I’d known this would happen, I would’ve checked the lunar calendar first. Today must be a bad day to go out.

Sitting in the cramped backseat of the sports car, holding the bag of braised food in one hand and chestnuts in the other, Ming Muyao felt utterly defeated.

The woman beside her glanced at her curiously. After a moment of restraint, she couldn’t help laughing. She nudged Ming Muyao with her elbow and asked, “What’s gotten into you today? Dressed like that—did you hit your head or something?”

Ming Muyao turned and looked at the woman. She was one of the two who’d shoved her into the car earlier.

Wearing a black leather jacket and pants, short hair cut just below the ears, heavy makeup, and a strong perfume—she looked vaguely familiar.

Ming Muyao thought for a moment. She’d seen her in one of the videos Xu Bu had sent—sitting on a couch, pointing and barking orders at a line of girls.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” the woman asked, blinking. “Don’t tell me you really did hit your head?”

Ming Muyao looked away and said, “You’re the one who hit your head.”

Now she understood. These were probably the original Muyao’s so-called “friends.” No wonder they spoke so freely around her.

Looking at Xu Bu behind the wheel, Ming Muyao asked impatiently, “Where exactly are you guys taking me?”