After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 11.1

After the fourth class in the afternoon ended, Dan Sirou went to the student council office as she usually did.

The office was on the same floor as the Academic Affairs Office. Passing by the student council room, she didn’t stop to go in. Instead, she walked straight ahead, stopped at the door of Academic Affairs, and knocked three times.

The door opened quickly. It was Yu Youliang, who was in the middle of putting on his suit jacket, clearly about to head out.

“Sirou, what brings you here?” he asked.

Dan Sirou spoke politely. “Director Yu, about the two students from noon, have you finished handling their case?”

At the mention of Lin Momo and Ding Hao, the smile vanished from Yu Youliang’s face.

“Sirou, if you encounter anyone violating school discipline like this again, you absolutely must not show leniency. You handled this very well. Ever since the regulations were revised, I knew there would eventually be a few students who thought rules didn’t apply to them. We’ll make a formal announcement about this next Monday. Let’s see who still dares to try.”

“But Lin Momo and Ding Hao are both competition students,” Dan Sirou said carefully. “At the end of this month, they’re scheduled to represent our school.”

“And so, what if they are?” Yu Youliang’s expression hardened. “Students with poor conduct who openly disregard school rules, should they be allowed to do as they please just because they have good grades? If something like last year’s incident at First High were to happen again, that would be the real blow to the school’s reputation.”

A year ago, schools in Dongcheng were still relatively permissive and did not explicitly ban romantic relationships on campus. Then, last year, an Alpha–Omega couple at one school secretly slipped away during class to the principal’s office to seek thrills. Because of the large disparity in their levels, the Omega died suddenly during the marking.

The incident made the news.

Since the body was discovered near the principal’s office, the school became a laughingstock overnight. After that, nearly every school tightened its regulations out of fear, explicitly banning campus relationships. Some schools went so far as to prohibit even holding hands.

Dan Sirou understood the gravity of it all. Still, she couldn’t help feeling regret for the two students. She believed that if they were given another chance, they would never make the same mistake again.

“I’ve looked into it. Their attitude toward admitting fault was very sincere. They’re not students who habitually disrupt school order. From what I understand, it was because the girl suddenly went into heat and didn’t have an inhibitor with her. She rushed back to the classroom to get one, afraid she’d affect others. Their intentions weren’t malicious.”

Yu Youliang hesitated for a moment but still didn’t relent.

“If we excuse this because they were afraid of this or worried about that, and every time someone gets caught they say they didn’t bring an inhibitor, how is that any different from before?”

He glanced at Dan Sirou as he closed the door.

“Sirou, you’re an Omega too. I can see your capabilities clearly. But being an Omega often comes with heightened empathy—that’s why you’re speaking up for them. There’s no need to discuss this further. The school has already made its decision.”

His response fell exactly within Dan Sirou’s expectations. Fortunately, she had prepared her words in advance.

“Then how should we respond to the competition committee?” she asked. “Across all the schools in Dongcheng, there are only fifteen slots in total. Qingyu alone holds five. The replacement period has already passed. If they simply don’t participate, that won’t reflect well on Qingyu’s reputation.”

After hearing her analysis of the pros and cons, Yu Youliang’s expression changed.

Expelling two outstanding students was regrettable but not unbearable. However, the competition slots were no longer just a matter of discipline.

Giving up two slots so easily would invite criticism, damage the school’s credibility, and put Qingyu at a disadvantage in future competitions for quotas.

This was troublesome.

“So, what do you suggest?” Yu Youliang asked, adjusting his glasses.

He genuinely wasn’t sure how to handle it anymore. The news had already spread. If the two students suddenly showed up in class again, things would spiral out of control.

“You could have them take a temporary leave,” Dan Sirou said calmly. “The school keeps their enrollment during this period. After the competition, if they win an award, you can say it was an arrangement by the association and allow them to return as visiting students. If they come back empty-handed, then we proceed with the current punishment. Either way, the choice is in their hands.”

Yu Youliang nodded. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.

“Alright. We’ll do it your way.”

Jiang He returned to the dorm unusually early that day.

On the surface, she looked calm, but inside her mind was in chaos. She had no idea how to help with the class monitor’s situation and on top of that, she had managed to anger Dan Sirou.

Having been classmates for years, Jiang He knew a bit about Lin Momo’s family.

Her mothers were extremely strict. To better take care of her daily needs, her Omega mother had quit her job and rented a place near the school. On weekends, Lin Momo attended various tutoring classes, leaving her almost no personal space.

These days were probably especially hard on her.

Now, Jiang He could only pin her hopes on her grandfather, but she’d have to wait until the weekend to ask for help.

She didn’t dare let him know she’d brought a phone to school. No matter how anxious she was, she couldn’t risk it. Knowing her grandfather, the first thing he’d deal with would be her breaking school rules by bringing a phone. He’d be furious long before helping anyone.

So, all Jiang He could do was hope the days would pass faster.

The next day at noon, Jiang He went to the cafeteria but had no appetite at all. Zhou Yi and the others were still eating, so she made an excuse and left. She bought a bottle of water from the vending machine downstairs in the teaching building and returned to the classroom.

At this time, the corridors were nearly deserted. After lunch, most students went back to the dorms for a nap; hardly anyone returned to the classrooms.

Jiang He, however, had left her phone in the classroom and came back to retrieve it.

Standing at the doorway, she looked inside. Apart from desks and stacks of books, there was only one figure seated in the front rows, someone so familiar it made her doubt her eyes.

She stared again, and only then did she confirm it.

It really was Lin Momo.

“Class monitor?” Jiang He stood frozen at the door, staring at the girl with the soft bangs. Lin Momo turned around, recognized her, and smiled. She looked to be in fairly good spirits, which only deepened Jiang He’s confusion.

“Jiang He, you finished lunch so early today?”

Jiang He nodded. “I didn’t have much of an appetite.”

Then she asked, “Why did you suddenly come back to school today? Has everything from yesterday been settled? Did they make things difficult for you?”

“It’s fine now,” Lin Momo said with a gentle smile.

Her looks were ordinary, but when she smiled, there was a unique warmth to her. Her voice and expression seemed to soothe whoever listened, calming them almost unconsciously.

With an air of forced lightness, she said, “The school decided to suspend me for a month. After one month, we’ll be seeing each other again.”

Jiang He was genuinely happy for her. “That’s great.”

These days, online study resources were abundant, and most courses could be found easily. With Lin Momo’s talent, even self-study wouldn’t put her too far behind. Compared to expulsion, a one-month suspension was a blessing in disguise.

Mentioning yesterday’s events, Lin Momo still felt a lingering sense of relief after narrowly escaping disaster. She sighed.

“Honestly, I really have the president to thank for speaking up for me in front of Director Yu.”

“The president?” Jiang He echoed.

“Yes,” Lin Momo replied. “Because I’m a competition student, Director Yu weighed the pros and cons and decided on a lighter punishment. If the president hadn’t mediated, he probably wouldn’t have considered that at all.”

“That’s also because you’re good enough,” Jiang He said sincerely. “If it was anyone else, they wouldn’t even qualify to have Director Yu weigh anything.”

Half of her mind was focused on encouraging Lin Momo—after all, a one-month suspension was far better than expulsion. The other half, however, drifted to Dan Sirou.

Yesterday, she had called Dan Sirou out of the classroom and vented her frustration without thinking. She couldn’t forget the look in Dan Sirou’s eyes when she questioned her.

After Jiang He left, Dan Sirou had returned to the classroom alone, waiting for class to end, then somehow found time to go to the director’s office before handling student council affairs.

Jiang He hadn’t witnessed any of this firsthand, yet the scenes played vividly in her mind.

The more she thought about it, the dimmer her eyes became.

“I’m sorry,” Lin Momo murmured. “You all must have been worried. This whole thing taught me a lot.”

Then, as if something occurred to her, she asked cautiously, “You didn’t go to the president about this yesterday, did you?”

She knew Jiang He well.

Jiang He was fiercely loyal. Once she understood the consequences, there was no way she’d sit idly by, she would definitely go plead on Lin Momo’s behalf.

Jiang He: “……”

Seeing her reaction, Lin Momo knew she’d guessed correctly.

“You didn’t make things hard for her, did you?”

“I don’t know,” Jiang He said honestly. It didn’t quite count as making things difficult—but in her panic, her tone hadn’t been good. Then again, aside from her tone, she hadn’t actually done anything. And what could she really do to Dan Sirou anyway?

Lin Momo sighed. “The president isn’t having it easy either. She didn’t make the school rules. Even if we complain in private that the rules are too harsh, it’s not fair to blame her. Jiang He, you and A-Yi too, focus on your studies and try not to give her more trouble.”

Jiang He nodded. “I know.”

Lin Momo smiled in satisfaction, her eyes narrowing happily. “Alright then. My mom’s waiting outside. I’ll head off now.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Jiang He offered. “You’re carrying so much.”

Lin Momo didn’t refuse. After all, they wouldn’t have many chances to meet over the next month. After what had happened, every step she took now required her elders’ approval. Thinking about the life awaiting her at home, a suffocating feeling rose in her chest. She looked up at the sky with quiet melancholy.

Blue sky. White clouds. Clear and boundless.

Maybe the days ahead wouldn’t be quite so unbearable after all.

“You fell asleep again?” Jiang He shot Zhou Yi a displeased look. She’d only just been called on by the teacher to answer a question, and in the blink of an eye she was already face-down on her desk again.

Zhou Yi was completely shameless. She rolled her head to the side, revealing a deep crease pressed into her cheek by the book beneath it. “Boss, aren’t you sleepy at all?”

“Get up. If you don’t, I won’t sit with you next time we change seats.”

Jiang He stared straight at the blackboard, her expression resolute.

Class 5 assigned seats based on monthly exam rankings. Jiang He always ranked high enough to have priority choice, while Zhou Yi was far less fortunate. Every time, she had to beg Jiang He endlessly just to be allowed to sit together in the back corner.

“Don’t do this, Boss! If you leave, who am I supposed to copy homework from?”

Zhou Yi immediately sprang upright, her face collapsing into exaggerated misery.

She forced herself to endure fifteen minutes of class. It was unbearably dull, but she didn’t dare fall asleep. After yawning, she glanced at the clock and saw there were still twenty minutes left. Overcome with despair, she muttered, “I really don’t know what’s gotten into you.”

She’d never been this fired up about listening in class before.

As she spoke, she couldn’t help but start worrying about the class’s top student. If her boss really got serious, that person’s throne was in danger.

Zhou Yi had never doubted Jiang He’s talent. She even suspected Jiang He might secretly be grinding through problem sets at home on weekends, planning some dramatic academic comeback. Whenever they went out, Jiang He always tilted her phone away from the crowd and if anyone leaned over curiously, she’d block the screen in an oddly deliberate way. Who knew? Maybe she really was secretly studying.

Jiang He heard Zhou Yi’s muttering.

It wasn’t as though she was paying close attention in every class, this was more a misconception born from Zhou Yi being interrupted a few too many times and letting her irritation pile up.

The class monitor had mentioned Zhou Yi’s situation before: her grades were among the worst in class, and the homeroom teacher had long been dissatisfied, even considering a home visit. She’d asked Jiang He to keep an eye on her and help out when possible.

This wasn’t the first time the monitor had brought it up, but only now did Jiang He truly take it to heart.

As for why? It was probably because of Dan Sirou.

Someone who should’ve had nothing to do with her, yet had left her restless these past few days, forcing her to distract herself by studying.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t seen Dan Sirou at all recently. Before, they’d at least run into each other occasionally. That day, she’d looked like she hadn’t slept well—putting on a brave face despite obvious exhaustion. Jiang He wondered how her mother was doing. It had been over a month; she should’ve been discharged by now, right?

Her wandering thoughts continued all the way into afternoon P.E.

10:8. Zhou Yi suffered yet another defeat in a ten-point “friendly” badminton match—this time losing to an omega from the neighboring class. Small and delicate, she’d beaten Zhou Yi, an alpha, fair and square. The onlookers burst into laughter.

“You’re useless! How did you even lose to an omega?”

“Hey, sounds like you’re mocking Zhou Yi, but Xiao Yu’s a member of the badminton club. You can’t look down on her just to tease Zhou Yi!”

“Hahahahahaha!”

Zhou Yi instantly flushed red and went full dramatic mode. “Alphas are not allowed to be ‘useless’! I was just letting her win!”

But when she saw Xiao Yu’s rosy cheeks, she immediately scratched her head and smiled, eyes narrowing into crescents. “Okay, fine. If I hadn’t gone easy, I definitely would’ve lost 10–9.”

Another round of laughter erupted. “At least you know yourself!”

Zhou Yi continued talking big, planting flags left and right—until, mid-sentence, she caught a glimpse through the crowd at the entrance to the field.

The student council president.

Standing under the sunlight, she looked like she was glowing—effortlessly claiming Zhou Yi’s entire field of vision.

After thirty seconds of being intoxicated by the president’s beauty, Zhou Yi snapped back to her senses. She hurried over to Jiang He, who’d just returned from the vending machine, and shoved a racket into her hands while she was drinking.