After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 10

Alongside restrooms and corridors, the pantry is one of the three major social hubs on campus, simply because people frequently gather in these places to exchange all kinds of gossip.

After refilling her water bottle, Xu Yiran waited nearby for Jiang He. At this time of day, it was quiet and there was no need to line up. Just as they turned to head back to class, they ran into several other students who had also come to get water.

They looked like they had just woken up from their naps and were only now starting to chat about the lunchtime gossip.

“Did you hear about what happened at noon? An Alpha and an Omega were caught in the middle of a marking.”

“How did they get caught? Once the restroom purifier’s on, who would know? Don’t tell me they were doing it out in the open.”

Although the school explicitly forbade it, this kind of thing was much like playing with phones in class—rules might be strict, but people always found ways around them. As long as you were careful and no one could literally install a camera on you, it was usually avoidable.

“You’re right, that’s exactly it. Broad daylight, right in front of everyone. Tsk, tsk. And the worst part? Anyone else would’ve been bad enough, but it was the student council president who caught them. If they’re not unlucky, who is?”

“What? The president saw them? That’s brutal.”

“Yeah, I heard they’re from Class 5. Such a shame—the Omega’s grades are supposedly really good, always top ten in the year. The Alpha’s the same. Both of them are outstanding students. If you ask me, they’re just a bit too naïve for top students. This kind of thing would never happen with someone like Lu Yao’s group.”

“Lu Yao and Kou Wei sneak off to the restroom together every day with some excuse or another. I bet they’ll get caught sooner or later too. But if their grades are really that good like you said, I’m curious, when it comes down to top students versus school rules, which side will the school choose?”

As Jiang He listened, her brow slowly furrowed.

Class 5. Excellent grades. Top ten in the year.

Those clues all but pointed to Lin Momo.

Lin Momo herself was a top student, and her boyfriend Ding Hao had excellent grades as well—both of them were competition students. Coupled with the fact that Lin Momo’s seat had been conspicuously empty at noon, Jiang He couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

Xu Yiran sensed something was off too and asked quietly, “Don’t you think they’re talking about the class monitor?”

“Yeah,” Jiang He nodded.

The two of them hurried back to the classroom. Sure enough, Lin Momo’s seat was still empty and so was Ding Hao’s on the other side.

Just then, the class bell rang. No matter how many doubts they had, they could only swallow them for now.

When the teacher noticed the two empty seats, they asked, “Where did these students go? And the class monitor, did anyone get a leave request from them?”

“Teacher, that seat is the class monitor’s,” a student in the front row reminded softly.

The teacher: “……”

The teacher pushed up their glasses. “Alright, let’s leave it for now and start class.”

Jiang He spent the entire afternoon distracted, barely able to focus on the lesson.

She knew the punishment for violating that particular school rule all too well—expulsion, with absolutely no room for leniency.

Lin Momo and Ding Hao were both among the students most likely to get into prestigious universities, even candidates for direct admission. If such outstanding students were expelled, even strangers would sigh in regret—let alone Jiang He, who had been classmates with Lin Momo for five years. Lin Momo had once helped her at personal risk. How could Jiang He possibly stand by and watch her be expelled?

She made up her mind in silence.

Even if it meant begging, she could not let this happen.

For now, everything was still just rumor. No one knew how far the matter had progressed. The first step was to understand the situation and to do that, she could only go to Dan Sirou.

At noon.

Dan Sirou led Lin Momo and Ding Hao together to the Academic Affairs Office. Matters involving expulsion were beyond her authority; all she could do was hand the case over to Director Yu of Academic Affairs.

Behind her came the soft, broken sobs of a girl. Qingyu High had not expelled a student this semester. Faced with the pressure that was about to descend from all sides, it was enough to crush anyone’s emotional limits especially an

Omega with a gentler disposition.

Wu Qing knew Lin Momo well. She and Ding Hao supported Lin Momo on either side, keeping her between them as they gently patted her back, trying to comfort her.

Each sob struck Dan Sirou’s heart. She knew this girl from the same grade—excellent grades, upright character, not someone who was constantly violating rules or getting dragged into the student council office.

But rules were rules.

“President, could you talk to the director?” Ding Hao said urgently, holding Lin Momo as he tried to keep pace with Dan Sirou. “It was me. I couldn’t hold back and asked Xiao Mo to let me mark her.”

Lin Momo shook her head through tears. “What nonsense are you talking about? I was the one in heat. I forced you to mark me.”

The two of them began arguing in earnest behind her, each trying to shoulder the blame. Seeing they were about to reach the Academic Affairs Office, Dan Sirou finally turned around.

“Stop arguing.”

She looked at the two of them calmly. “If you cared about each other this much, you wouldn’t have appeared there so brazenly in the first place.”

Lin Momo wiped away her tears. She and Ding Hao exchanged a glance, and both fell silent.

By the time Dan Sirou returned from the Academic Affairs Office, the lunch break was nearly over. She didn’t go back to the dormitory, instead stopping by the student council office to pick up a few things before returning to Class 1.

The first class in the afternoon was math.

She wasn’t someone with extraordinary talent—not the kind who could memorize humanities subjects at a glance or instantly grasp every concept in science. Maybe she had some aptitude, but it wasn’t exceptional enough to juggle endless affairs and still top exams with her eyes closed. The reason she could balance student council duties and academics was simple: she put in far more effort than most people.

Ever since something happened to her family, she had been holding herself together with sheer willpower—that single breath that drove her to keep moving forward.

For over a year now, she had never stopped, nor allowed herself to stop. What to do and what not to do, she had it planned with absolute clarity.

Forty-five minutes passed in a blink.

The math teacher hadn’t quite finished the last example problem and dragged the class on a bit. As soon as the teacher left, the previously quiet classroom erupted into noise.

Some students went to the restroom, others gathered to discuss problems.

Dan Sirou opened her workbook. Anything she could do now, she never put off. Just as she was about to look at the questions, a voice called her name from outside.

“Dan Sirou.”

The voice was unusually pleasant. She looked up and sure enough, a tall, familiar figure stood at the door.

The girl stared straight at her, urgency written in her eyes, carrying with it a cool, aloof air.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear enough for the front rows to hear.

As the student council president, Dan Sirou was well known throughout the school. The girl opposite her was no less famous. The front-row students immediately sensed tension and turned to watch, eager for drama.

Her deskmate whispered, “Isn’t that Jiang He from Class 5? Why is she looking for you? Don’t tell me.” She assumed Jiang He had come to cause trouble after being offended by the student council and urged Dan Sirou not to go out.

“It’s fine. Nothing will happen,” Dan Sirou replied.

They stepped out into the corridor. Dan Sirou chose the spot, with Jiang He following behind.

When they reached a relatively open area, Dan Sirou turned to face her. “What do you want?”

Jiang He went straight to the point. “Where’s Lin Momo? I heard you took her to the student council office.”

There was a sharp edge in her gaze.

“She’s already gone home,” Dan Sirou told her.

“So fast?” Jiang He frowned. “Is she really going to be expelled?”

“What else would it be?” Dan Sirou shot back. “I’ve warned them about the seriousness of this more times than I can count. They refused to listen and insisted on doing something so blatant on campus. There’s nothing I can do.”

“If that’s the case, then what are we?” Jiang He snapped, anger rising at how quickly Lin Momo had been dismissed. “Aren’t you and I doing the exact same thing?”

The moment the words left her mouth, Dan Sirou’s previously businesslike expression changed sharply.

She was slightly shorter than Jiang He, yet her presence was no less imposing. She tilted her head up, scrutinizing the Alpha’s refined features before her.

“Are you threatening me?” she asked coolly.

A signal exploded in Jiang He’s mind.

Dan Sirou was angry.

At last, Jiang He snapped out of the panic that had gripped her all afternoon. The hardness in her gaze faded, replaced by a flicker of unease.

Their auras shifted—one rising as the other fell.

Dan Sirou continued, “What kind of relationship we have, Jiang He, you should know that better than anyone.”

“If I was willing to come to you back then and sign that agreement, I naturally had my leverage. If you think you can use this to threaten me, you’ve miscalculated. I don’t mind dragging us both down together.”

She locked eyes with Jiang He as she spoke.

Jiang He parted her lips. Perhaps from too much silence, her voice came out hoarse. “I believe what you’re saying.”

She stared blankly at the girl’s gentle features, looking utterly lost. “But I never meant to threaten you.”

Her words were sincere, her gaze dim—none of the sharpness she’d arrived with remained. That expression, instead, made Dan Sirou—the one who had spoken so firmly just moments ago suddenly seem like the unreasonable one.

A trace of guilt slipped into Dan Sirou’s eyes. Yet she didn’t say anything to smooth things over. She turned her gaze away, no longer looking at Jiang He, and said in a softened but far from gentle tone:

“If there’s nothing else, you can go.”