She doesn’t want to pretend to be an Omega either! - Chapter 5

Yin Qingyue and Wei Mingshu attended the same university—right next door to Wen Mo’s school.

The two campuses were physically close, but their reputations couldn’t have been further apart.

One was a prestigious, top-ranked academic powerhouse.

The other—a so-called “wild chicken university,” notorious for its low admission scores but sky-high tuition fees.

Unsurprisingly, Yin Qingyue and Wei Mingshu studied at the former. Wen Mo was enrolled at the latter.

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“Who told you that?” Wen Mo asked, brows raised. “What’s going on?”

“So you really did invite her out?” Wei Mingshu’s voice sharpened. “You didn’t do anything to her, did you?!”

“Of course not!” Wen Mo said. “I only asked her out for dinner. What else could I possibly do?”

“Wen Mo!” Wei Mingshu suddenly called her name, unusually stern.

The intensity startled Wen Mo, leaving her momentarily dazed.

…Wait. Were these two really not just “plastic friends”?

Because the way Wei Mingshu was acting, he genuinely sounded worried about her.

“I really didn’t do anything! What exactly is going on? Did you hear something?”

Since it was about Yin Qingyue, Wen Mo’s own curiosity was piqued. She didn’t want to circle around in riddles, so she pressed him impatiently:

“Bro, just spit it out already!”

Wei Mingshu froze for a second. “…Bro?”

Wen Mo, who usually had her eyes on top of her head, just called someone “bro”?

Wen Mo: “…”

Seriously? Was everyone in this ABO world so sensitive about being called “bro”?!

“Cut the nonsense!” Wen Mo lowered her voice on purpose. “Get to the point!”

She sounded fierce, but Wei Mingshu couldn’t sense a trace of real anger.

Something about her felt different tonight, but through the phone, he couldn’t put his finger on it. After a moment, he steadied himself and said bluntly:

“I know you have designs on Yin Qingyue, but she’s not someone you can afford to mess with. So if you really did do something to her… is she with you right now? If she is, then you’d better get down on your knees and beg her forgiveness!”

With that, Wen Mo more or less pieced things together.

Wei Mingshu must’ve gotten wind of her “plan” tonight and called to stop her.

Sure, he was a bit late with the warning, but his concern sounded sincere enough.

Maybe the whole “childhood friends” thing wasn’t entirely fake after all.

Her impression of Wei Mingshu improved slightly.

Thinking it over, she couldn’t really blame him for standing by in the end when the original “Wen Mo” brought ruin upon herself. After all, it was her own arrogance that offended so many people—even the Wen family couldn’t shield her.

What could Wei Mingshu possibly have done?

Still, there was something she couldn’t figure out. Wei Mingshu, a model “five-good youth,” what did he see in “Wen Mo”?

Friendship was supposed to be a two-way street.

But from the original Wen Mo’s memories, she couldn’t find a single instance where that arrogant girl had treated Wei Mingshu like a real friend.

Surely he didn’t stick around just to make her look worse by comparison?

Yet even without Wen Mo, Wei Mingshu was outstanding in his own right.

…Hold on a second.

Someone willing to give one-sidedly without asking for anything back… wasn’t that basically… love?

Could it be—Wei Mingshu actually had a secret crush on “Wen Mo”?!

Wei Mingshu was into guys?!

In this world, AA pairings were extremely rare.

After all, Alphas naturally repelled each other’s pheromones. Physiologically speaking, they just weren’t compatible. By contrast, Alpha–Omega pairings were a perfect biological fit, complete with innate attraction.

Even Alpha–Beta or Beta–Omega couples were often seen as “barely passable.” But given that Betas made up the majority of the population—outnumbering both Alphas and Omegas combined—AB, BO, and BB relationships were common enough.

Still, the “ideal” pairing in everyone’s eyes was always AO.

But from Wen Mo’s perspective, love had nothing to do with gender or secondary sex. Any combination could work.

Besides, in her view, “male” and “female” still carried their own natural pull. Even if both Wei Mingshu and “Wen Mo” were Alphas, didn’t their first genders still differ?

Wen Mo fell into deep thought, forgetting to answer.

“Wen Mo!” Wei Mingshu, thinking she was brushing him off, raised his voice again.

That snapped her out of it. “Relax. I didn’t mess with her. I didn’t do anything. She’s already gone home. I’m by myself right now.”

“…What?” Wei Mingshu sounded genuinely surprised. “You didn’t do anything?”

“Yeah. Nothing.” Wen Mo spelled it out, word by word. “And I don’t have any intentions toward her anymore.”

“…What’s that supposed to mean?” Wei Mingshu was baffled. “You’ve already set your sights on a new target?”

Wen Mo: “…”

Damn. No wonder he was her childhood friend—he really did know the old Wen Mo inside out.

“No. I mean I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf. Start fresh. Be a new person.” Wen Mo declared with a straight face.

Wei Mingshu: “…?”

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Wen Mo stayed in the presidential suite for two nights.

During that time, plenty of people messaged her:

some dorm underlings asking about her “battle progress,”
a few other shady friends inviting her out to play,
even past flings sending not-so-subtle “miss you, wanna meet up?” messages—where the meaning was obvious.

Wen Mo brushed them all off, blocking a few outright.

The person who messaged her the most, of course, was Wei Mingshu. After hearing her say she wanted to “turn over a new leaf” that night, he pestered her the next day, asking what had happened and whether something had rattled her.

What could Wen Mo say?

She just replied that she’d had her fill of a debauched lifestyle.

That shut him up. He probably figured she’d gone crazy again—thinking wild thoughts without any real conviction. Just empty words.

And Wen Mo didn’t bother explaining further. Believe it or not, that was up to him.

After all, she had access to Wen Mo’s memories, but they weren’t her lived experiences. More like a third-person playback of someone else’s life. At her core, she was still herself.

She had no intention of forcing herself to “act like” that cannon-fodder Wen Mo. On the contrary—she couldn’t wait to flip the script and change her reputation completely.

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Later, she even received a message from Yin Qingyue.

First, a gentle check-in about her injuries. Then a promise to keep her secret—that she was actually an Omega—safe.

Wen Mo was moved, instantly sending back a [kneel_thanks.gif], showering Yin Qingyue with praise: beautiful and kind, an angel among people! She even added that if Yin Qingyue ever needed help, she could count on her.

Yin Qingyue, modest and kind as always, replied that if Wen Mo ever needed anything in return—especially regarding Omega matters she might struggle with while pretending to be an Alpha—she could always reach out.

That kind of thoughtfulness tugged at Wen Mo’s conscience. She almost blurted the truth right then and there.

But the memory of Zhu Shen’s icy expression—and his fierce protectiveness over Yin Qingyue—made her swallow it back down. If he ever found out she’d deceived them, the consequences would be disastrous.

So Wen Mo chose to bury her guilt and keep lying.

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For two whole days and nights, she barely left the hotel, nursing her bruised face.

Food and drinks were delivered. The suite was spacious and comfortable. Truth be told, she was living quite well.

She lounged on the sofa, at first intending to research more about this world online. But after a while, she realized everything she needed to know was already in her inherited memories. That plan quickly devolved into her curling up with video games for hours.

Honestly, it didn’t feel much different from her old weekends.

But no one could hide in a room forever. Eventually, she had to face the outside world.

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Monday morning, her alarm dragged her out of bed. With a long sigh, she got up.

After a buffet breakfast downstairs, she checked out of the hotel and caught a ride back to campus.

Wen Mo’s memory was full of details—except for a class schedule. Which said a lot about what kind of “second-generation rich brat” the original Wen Mo had been.

Back in senior year of high school, her parents had threatened to send her to military training if she didn’t get into college. That had scared her straight—just enough to scrape by with barely passing scores. Not impressive, but enough for a university to accept her. At least she could graduate with a degree.

Once in college, though, she went wild again. Skipping class became routine.

As long as you’ve got the guts, every day is basically summer vacation.

And who cared about class schedules when you never went to class anyway?

But Wen Mo herself wasn’t some hopeless slacker. Back in her real world, she’d been a top student at a prestigious university.

Sure, now she’d crossed over into a “wild chicken” school, but she didn’t really mind. A degree was a degree—and at least she still had money. Life could be good if you didn’t overthink it.

Deep down, though, she’d always been a diligent student who respected her teachers. Cutting class wasn’t her style. She’d already looked up the schedule last night and decided it was time to clean up Wen Mo’s act—starting with showing up to class on time.

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Monday morning, her schedule was packed. First period: class.

She timed it perfectly and walked into the lecture hall two minutes early.

The room was already half full. The moment she stepped inside, several students turned to look.

Keeping a calm expression, Wen Mo scanned for an empty seat.

Just then, a girl in the front row called out:

“Hey, classmate—you sure you’re in the right room?”

Heads turned toward her.

“Whoa, so cute! She’s gotta be an Omega, right?”

“Wait—our school has an Omega this adorable?! How come I’ve never seen her before?! That makes no sense!”

“Her eyes are huge and so bright—totally my type!”

“Classmate, what’s your name? What’s your major? Do you have a boyfriend?”

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The classroom erupted the instant the girl spoke, everyone chattering at once—and all of it about Wen Mo.

Wen Mo froze, a little thrown herself. Had she really walked into the wrong classroom?

She swept her gaze across the room. The faces were mostly familiar—even if she didn’t know their names, she was certain.

They were her classmates.