After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 18

Before long, it was time for the Joint Sports Meet of Five Schools, hosted this year at Qingyu High School.

Qingyu was notoriously weak in athletics. Even the number of sports-specialty students they sent was the lowest in the entire A district. For them, such competitions were usually more about entertainment than serious rivalry, so the school didn’t place much emphasis on it.

Still, as the host, Qingyu had to put on a show. Starting Wednesday, each class was tasked with decorating and beautifying the campus. The competitions ran from Thursday to Saturday. Even though classes were suspended, students weren’t given a holiday—they were required to sit in the stands and watch.

That day, the campus was packed. Besides Qingyu’s own students, athletes from the other five schools had arrived, along with cheer squads.

In some ways, it felt more like a social gathering than a sports meet.

The cheerleaders were tall, attractive, and brimming with youthful energy. At that age, when emotions were just beginning to stir, a few exchanged glances were enough to spark friendly online connections.

Jiang He was competing in the high jump and the girls’ 400-meter relay. Most of the physically demanding events were dominated by alphas.

The relay was scheduled for the first morning, followed immediately by the high jump on another field. Once those were done, Jiang He could relax and enjoy the rest of the meet as a spectator.

Thanks to her island training and years of morning runs, Jiang He had excellent stamina. But relay races are team events—no single person can carry the whole team. Running first, she managed to open a fifty-meter lead, but subsequent handoffs gradually lost ground. In the end, they finished second.

The high jump had a sports-specialty competitor, so Jiang He placed second again.

She had already anticipated the results, so there was no disappointment. After her events ended, she headed to the restroom in the main building.

The stadium had restrooms too, but the crowds were overwhelming. On days like this, the sports meet was practically a social venue.

The main building, however, was quiet. It was the largest structure on campus, with restrooms on both sides of each floor and vending machines in the central hall.

After using the restroom, Jiang He bought a bottle of water and started back.

Few students usually came here; it was more common to encounter school leaders. At this moment, it was the quietest place on campus. But as she passed the restroom again, she noticed two figures.

The air was thick with the mingled scents of an alpha and an omega.

The omega’s pheromones were overwhelmingly strong. A male alpha had his arm around a female omega as they brushed past Jiang He. Frowning, she quickened her pace, wanting to leave. The omega’s level was high—if she wasn’t careful, she might be affected too.

She couldn’t help recalling the scandal last year, when two students from a neighboring school collapsed in the principal’s office.

Such incidents never deterred thrill-seekers. Of all places, they had chosen the main building—the very spot most frequented by school leaders.

Jiang He hadn’t gone far when she heard a sharp thud. Instinctively, she turned back. The boy had shoved the girl against the restroom door, veins bulging as he pinned her wrists.

Jiang He frowned. This wasn’t the behavior of a normal alpha toward an omega. Was this some kind of “special play”?

She was about to ignore it—until the girl suddenly cried out:

“Help me!”

The boy turned with a smile. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just throwing a tantrum.”

He released a wave of pheromones, heavy and oppressive.

“It’s not like that! He’s not my boyfriend. I don’t even have one! Please don’t believe him!” the girl pleaded desperately.

Her voice was faint, as if she had spent all her strength forcing out those words.

Jiang He immediately sensed something was wrong. She believed the omega.

An alpha releasing pheromones so casually was clearly provocative. He was abusing his higher rank. If he hadn’t been so extreme, Jiang He might have dismissed it as a consensual game. But his behavior was too telling. She turned back.

“You’re going too far. She doesn’t want this,” Jiang He said cautiously.

The boy snapped, “None of your business! Get lost!”

He released more pheromones and tried to drag the girl inside.

In the scuffle, Jiang He noticed his badge—it bore the emblem of Azure High School.

“You’re not even from our school. Don’t do this here. If something happens, who’s responsible?” she said, blocking his path.

The boy glared. “So what? Don’t meddle! Even if you’re an alpha, you’re still just a girl. Do you really think you can take me on?”

He shoved her violently, his pheromones raging.

Clearly, he had only recently differentiated. He was used to boys overpowering girls physically, but he underestimated the suppressive force pheromones had on fellow alphas.

Anger flickered in Jiang He’s eyes. Since her differentiation, she had never released her pheromones recklessly—except during sensitivity periods or marking. Her doctor had warned her: her level was too high, too aggressive, and careless release could trigger pheromone shock.

Now, she let out just a trace.

The pressure was crushing, like a thousand pounds pressing down on his glands. He tried to fight back, but the relentless force blocked his release entirely.

Panic and instinctive self-preservation overwhelmed him. He bolted, stumbling and tripping as he fled in terror.

For alphas, pheromones were suppression. For omegas, they were intoxicating.

Jiang He had released only a little, but the omega was already disoriented from the boy’s influence.

She quickly helped the girl up. The omega was limp, boneless, her breath sweet with the scent of peaches—cloying and seductive.

“He, he put something in my drink. I feel awful.”

Jiang He held her steady, afraid she’d collapse. The heat of skin-to-skin contact burned through her, but she forced herself to stay calm. “Don’t worry. I’ll take you to the infirmary.”

“Th-thank you.”

But as they reached the doorway, the girl faltered again, eyes hazy like a flower wilting.

“I can’t, please help me.”

“Mark me.”

“What are you saying?” Jiang He was exasperated. “Sit here for a moment, okay? I’ll get help.”

Carrying her all the way would be impossible. The girl was in no state to make rational decisions.

Jiang He propped her against the wall and turned to leave. But the omega clung to her again, whispering, “Don’t go, mark me please.”

“Let go!” Jiang He struggled, careful not to hurt her.

The omega’s mind was consumed by desire.

Jiang He’s patience was wearing thin. If she didn’t leave soon, she might lose control herself.

She broke free, but too forcefully—the girl’s arm scraped against the door, leaving a red mark.

“Sorry!” Jiang He blurted.

“It hurts!” The omega clutched her arm.

The pain cleared her head slightly. Jiang He seized the chance, retreating quickly. “Wait here. I’ll get someone right away.”

But just as she turned, the omega wrapped around her waist from behind.

Her body was burning hot. For a moment, Jiang He’s mind went blank.

By the time she regained awareness, the girl had lifted her ponytail and pressed something sticky against her shoulder, dangerously close to the alpha’s sensitive spot.

Instinctively, Jiang He shoved her away with all her strength.

In the end, Jiang He managed to call Zhou Yi, who was about to compete in shot put.

The omega had been given medicine and was now asleep. Jiang He checked her shoulder for bite marks. Zhou Yi, amused at Jiang He’s rare misstep, handed her a phone and teased:

“Tsk, tsk. Boss, you’re lucky. She begged you to mark her,why didn’t you? You’re just making things harder for yourself.”

“Why should I mark her?” Jiang He shot back, annoyed.

“She asked you to,” Zhou Yi grinned.

“And if it was you?” Jiang He scrolled through the phone casually.

“Of course I’d oblige,” Zhou Yi replied without hesitation.

Jiang He lifted her gaze. “What about your president?”

Zhou Yi paused, thoughtful. “She’s my unreachable dream. But honestly, I know there’s no chance between us.”

Zhou Yi grinned mischievously.

“So of course I wouldn’t just give up meat that’s already at my lips.”

Jiang He looked thoughtful.

Zhou Yi continued, “By the way, about that guy—are you just going to let it slide? He actually drugged her. Damn, that’s dark.”

Jiang He thought for a moment.

“We’ll check the surveillance later. As long as the omega gets the evidence, she can handle the rest herself.”

“True enough. Anyway, I won’t keep talking, I’ve got a match coming up.”

With that, Zhou Yi grabbed a cup of water from the infirmary before hurrying off.

Jiang He frowned. “You’re about to compete, and you’re still drinking water?”

Zhou Yi waved it off. “It’s just shot put. What’s there to worry about?”

Jiang He could only smile helplessly.

The doctor explained that the heat-inducing drug the girl had taken already contained sedatives. Now that she’d also been given calming medicine, she wouldn’t wake for three or four hours.

Jiang He couldn’t stay there the whole time. She left her contact information with the doctor in case she was needed, then prepared to head to the stands to sign in and watch the competition.

The infirmary was a small, separate building next to the main hall. The quickest route was through its side door, straight into the main building, which led directly to the stadium.

For some reason, Jiang He absentmindedly wandered out the side door and found herself back in the main building.

It was still quiet, sparsely populated.

She brushed past a girl—an omega.

Suddenly, Jiang He felt her glands throb violently. For no clear reason, her body surged with turmoil.

She swallowed hard.

This feeling, she knew it all too well.

It had to be the prolonged encounter earlier with that alpha and omega. She was already close to her sensitivity period, and now it had finally tipped her over.

Panic rising, Jiang He turned back. If she could reach the infirmary quickly enough, maybe medication could stabilize her.

But she knew her own body better than anyone. Once the condition struck, even a doctor couldn’t help. She had tested this many times before.

Jaw clenched, she pushed forward. Just ten more steps to the exit. Her senses sharpened unbearably. Though no one was around, she felt phantom traces of omega pheromones everywhere. Desire surged within her, urging her to mark someone—anyone.

The urge grew stronger, overwhelming.

Passing the restroom, Jiang He rushed inside and locked herself in a stall.

It’s over. It’s over. And this is the first time it’s happened at school.

She leaned against the door, despair flooding her.

At that moment, only one name filled her mind.

Dan Sirou.

Now, she could only rely on her.

Even if their conflict remained unresolved, Jiang He had no choice.

Elsewhere, a girl stood at the edge of the crowd, facing an alpha who was reporting to her.

She seemed absorbed in thought, listening intently.

A cool breeze swept by, lifting strands of her hair. She brushed them back with delicate fingers—an unconscious, subtle gesture that nonetheless made the alpha falter, stumbling over his words.

The crowd nearby buzzed with chatter.

“Who is she? Damn, she’s the prettiest person I’ve seen today.”

“You don’t know?”

“Who is she?”

“You really don’t know?”

“Then tell me!”

“Idiot, you don’t even know Dan Sirou?”

“Oh, so that’s Dan Sirou.” The buzz-cut boy nodded knowingly. Once he realized who she was, his earlier awe made perfect sense.

Perhaps their voices were too loud, for Dan Sirou glanced their way. The boys instantly fell silent.

But in truth, she hadn’t heard what they said.

All morning, Dan Sirou had been moving between different class sections.

The weather had shifted lately. Though her cold was from last week and she had already taken medicine, the symptoms hadn’t eased at all.

By now, it was nearly noon, and the morning events were wrapping up.

At 11:30, the student council was scheduled to hold a brief meeting to summarize the morning’s situation.

Lin Shi spoke first:

“Those students from other schools don’t know how to keep things clean. Their area is full of trash. And also—”

Dan Sirou checked her phone, and Lin Shi paused, waiting for her to finish.

But she didn’t answer. Frowning, she hung up, leaving Lin Shi curious.

“Go on,” Dan Sirou said.

Lin Shi resumed, “And it’s just too chaotic. Way too chaotic. When we went to other schools, it wasn’t like this. If this competition drags on for two or three months, I swear two people will go in and three will come out.”

The phone rang again.

This time, Dan Sirou’s displeasure was visible. She muted it, hovered over the red decline button, about to hang up—when Wu Qing advised, “Dan Dan, maybe you should answer. What if it’s important?”

Dan Sirou hesitated, then relented.

She stepped aside to take the call, though her tone was far from pleasant.

“What is it?”

“I’m in the restroom on the first floor of the main building, near the infirmary. I think I’ve hit my sensitivity period. Can you come? I can’t hold on much longer. I can’t get out.”

The voice was urgent, rapid, almost frantic.

Dan Sirou forced her emotions under control, speaking evenly.

“Jiang He, aren’t you tired of crying wolf?”

Jiang He: “…”

Jiang He nearly burst into tears. She had no time to explain, no strength left. Her voice was weak, desperate.

“This time it’s real. I’m not lying. I really can’t take it anymore.”