After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 35

The student council had been unusually lively these days.

Among the familiar faces, a new one appeared—eager, persistent, weaving her way through the members, trying to build recognition and squeeze into the council’s circle.

But recruitment season was long over. Each department had its roles filled, no shortage of hands. Even so, Zhou Yi refused to give up. After nearly a week of effort, she finally earned some familiarity and caught the attention of Vice President Lin Shi, who granted her a three-day trial period. If she performed well, she might be admitted exceptionally.

Zhou Yi was overjoyed, throwing herself into tasks with renewed energy.

Yet her reputation was poor. Back in her first year, following Jiang He, she had drawn plenty of negative attention from the “good students.” She had been caught skipping class countless times, late countless times, smuggling contraband into the dorm countless times. She had even clashed with the student council after disciplinary violations. A year later, one of those she had argued with now held real power—Chen Qing, head of the largest department, the Discipline

Committee, commanding dozens of members, her badge gleaming with authority.

Zhou Yi knew she had offended her. To smooth things over, she bought a large bag of snacks to curry favor.

Chen Qing accepted, promising to turn a blind eye.

The next day, true to her word, she didn’t target Zhou Yi. Instead, she assigned her a task. Soon, others followed suit. Zhou Yi’s low status made her the dumping ground for chores no one else wanted.

By the end of the day, she hadn’t rested between classes, always running errands to the administration building. And this was only day one.

On day two, someone asked her to deliver a report to Director Yu’s office. That person had bungled the job and feared blame, so they pushed it onto her. Zhou Yi went, only to wait half an hour at the door—Director Yu was away visiting another school. Lin Shi, passing by, kindly informed her.

Zhou Yi fumed.

She wasn’t one to follow rules closely, but she had resolved to fight for her youth, to prove herself. She hadn’t expected it to be so hard.

At lunch break, she lay in bed, sniffling and crying, chewing bread to fill her stomach, thinking: President, this is all I can do for you.

It was too much. Too hard.

Afternoon.

Class Five’s P.E. period.

After playing ball, Zhou Yi went to the vending machine in the administration building for water. There she ran into two of the ones who most often dumped tasks on her.

Grinning, the taller one handed her a stack of papers. “Perfect timing, Zhou Yi. Deliver this to the president’s office.”

The president! Zhou Yi’s heart leapt, then steadied. She frowned. “Do it yourself. It’s just a few steps.”

“What did you say?” The shorter one stepped closer. Though shorter, he was still taller than Zhou Yi, an Alpha boy radiating pressure. “Don’t you want to join the council?”

“Whoever wants to can do it. I don’t care.” Zhou Yi stuck out her tongue. “Bleh.”

“You!” The tall one, furious, then laughed mockingly. “I knew it. People like you never change. A dog can’t stop eating shit.”

“Spit!” Zhou Yi snapped. “Who are you calling a dog? I don’t want to do it, why force me?”

“You, of course. You’re just Jiang He’s dog. I heard she hasn’t been at school because she got herself beaten. Your master’s finished, so what are you showing off for? Just because your family has money?”

“Bullshit!” Zhou Yi’s face flushed red, eyes burning with unshed tears. She screamed, voice breaking: “You’re the one beaten! Your whole family, your ancestors eighteen generations back, all beaten!”

“Zhou Yi, do you know what you’re saying? We’re Discipline Committee. Careful, or you won’t graduate.”

“Who won’t graduate?” A cool voice cut in from behind.

Every student at Qingyu High School knew that voice.

The two boys froze, arrogance gone. “President.”

Dan Sirou approached slowly, her gaze sweeping over the three of them. “I’ll remember you.”

The boys lowered their heads. The tall one opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it, swallowing his excuses.

“Give me the papers. You can leave.” She held out her hand. The tall one handed them over.

As they left, they glared at Zhou Yi bitterly.

Zhou Yi wilted, unable to lift her head.

Their words echoed in her mind, the stench of insult suffocating.

She wanted to cry.

And yet, in front of her—oh, how she wanted to leave a good impression. She had worked so hard to join the council, only to meet the president like this.

Dan Sirou stopped before her, studying her expression. Seeing her distress, she said gently, “Come with me.”

Her voice was soft, her pace considerate, matching Zhou Yi’s as they climbed the stairs.

She opened the office door, flicked on the light. The room filled with brightness.

Zhou Yi sniffled quietly. Dan Sirou glanced at her, but didn’t interrupt, letting her process it herself.

Zhou Yi thought of the unfairness, her own inferiority.

She hated being called Jiang He’s dog. But she knew, those boys had only said aloud what many thought in secret.

Her sobs grew louder.

Dan Sirou, twirling her pen, finally looked up. Her lips parted, but she held back.

Zhou Yi caught her gaze, forcing herself to stop. But the more she tried, the louder it became. “President, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Dan Sirou said.

At last, the crying subsided.

Alone with her idol, embarrassed by her breakdown, Zhou Yi laughed awkwardly.

She was like that, negative emotions came fast, but left just as quickly.

“I’ve heard about your situation,” Dan Sirou said. “Why do you want to join the council so badly?”

After what had just happened, Zhou Yi clung to her even more.

“I,” Zhou Yi fiddled with her fingers, then confessed boldly, “I want to work with you.”

“Me?” Dan Sirou was incredulous. “You’ve only met me a few times. You don’t need to do things you dislike for my sake.”

“But I think you’re wonderful!” Zhou Yi said. “Every time you smile at me, it feels like the day’s gloom disappears.”

Her silly grin, cheeks streaked with tears, made Dan Sirou reluctant to crush her. “Try it for a few days. If you truly enjoy the work, you’re welcome. But if it’s only because of me, then I advise against it.” Her tone grew firm. “The school doesn’t forbid relationships, but as president, I must set an example.”

Many had tried to join the council for her sake before. Their applications were rejected. Zhou Yi’s was accepted only because she had worked so hard these past days.

“Really?” Zhou Yi’s joy burst out. “I love it, I love trouble!”

Dan Sirou: “….”

Dan Sirou gave her a helpless look.

Zhou Yi quickly corrected herself. “No, I mean, I love helping classmates.”

“Alright.” Dan Sirou, patient, soothed her. “You can go now. Don’t dwell on their words. I’ll deal with them.”

“Mm.” Zhou Yi nodded. At the door, she turned back, smiling impishly. “President, what will I be doing? Can I be your secretary?”

“No.” Dan Sirou rejected flatly. “Coordinate with Lin Shi.”

“Ah?” Zhou Yi’s disappointment was plain. “Okay.”

Still, she accepted. It was progress, a small success.

Effort had brought reward. She was glad she had dared to take the step.

For three days, Zhou Yi ran errands for the council. She adapted well.

Lin Shi was strict, even harsh at times, but fair—a sharp tongue with a soft heart. Once Zhou Yi adjusted, the work wasn’t so bad. It didn’t take too much time, just required early mornings for duty. At last, Zhou Yi became someone whose name others remembered.

These past few days, Zhou Yi had managed to piece together some details about Dan Sirou.

The president’s pheromones seemed to carry a floral-wood scent.

Her family had once been extremely wealthy, but later fell into decline.

Now she lived on Maple Leaf Road, not far from Zhou Yi’s own home.

Still, Maple Leaf Road sounded oddly familiar. Something about it felt strange, but Zhou Yi couldn’t quite recall why.

The president was still single. And, befitting her school-beauty status, she had no rumored partners at all. Whether top-tier Alphas, mid-tier, or even low-tier, in front of her all were equal.

Zhou Yi, having tasted the sweetness of boldness, now firmly believed that effort would always bring reward.

Opportunity favored the prepared. And so, another chance arrived.

Lin Shi asked her to come to school over the weekend. To her surprise, it meant sharing a room with the president.

Though, admittedly, there were three other “light bulbs” present.

They worked from noon until past six. Eventually, the others couldn’t hold out and left for dinner, leaving Zhou Yi alone with the president, something she had longed for.

She was still focused on proving herself when the president walked over.

“Come on, let’s eat. There’s not much left, I’ll finish it myself later. Tomorrow you won’t need to bother.” Dan Sirou said.

“Oh, okay.”

Zhou Yi was the type who needed feedback after effort. Not immediate results, but some sign of progress—like a progress bar showing exactly how far she’d come.

So, as they strolled beneath the trees on campus, she couldn’t resist asking: “President, what do you think of me?”

“Hm?” Dan Sirou looked puzzled.

“I mean, what kind of person do you think I am? Do you dislike me?”

Dan Sirou chuckled. “Why would I dislike you?”

“Then, do you like me?” Zhou Yi pressed.

Dan Sirou laughed more helplessly. “Why do I feel like you’re trying to trap me?”

“If you don’t like or dislike me, then what do you feel about me?” Zhou Yi mumbled, fiddling with her fingers.

“It’s not only like or dislike.” Dan Sirou’s gaze softened. “Do you want the truth?”

Zhou Yi nodded quickly.

“We haven’t known each other long. At most, I can only see you as an ordinary friend.”

Zhou Yi pursed her lips.

It was unexpected, yet reasonable. She had prepared herself, but hadn’t thought the president would be so honest. Anyone else might have softened the words.

Her excitement cooled. Shame pricked at her rashness. She lowered her head. “President, do you think I’m overreaching? That someone of my Alpha rank shouldn’t harbor such thoughts about you?”

“No.” Dan Sirou’s voice was sincere. “I think you’re brave.”

Zhou Yi: “…”

Brave, wasn’t that just a polite way of saying reckless?

“You shouldn’t take rank too seriously. Personally, I don’t care much about it.” Dan Sirou added. “And I’ve said before, I don’t plan on dating in high school.”

Zhou Yi’s mind reeled. President, you can really endure this much?

Most AAOOs in adolescence, freshly differentiated, would spark instantly with high compatibility, who hadn’t had a campus romance?

“Alright, I understand.” Zhou Yi said. “But I’m really curious, what kind of person do you like?”

“Do you prefer male Alphas or female Alphas?” She blurted it all at once, hoping to end her hopes decisively.

She suspected the president didn’t like female Alphas. Most people followed traditional patterns—girls usually preferred male Alphas.

Without realizing, they had reached the school gate. They stopped at a restaurant. Dan Sirou pushed the door open, smiling warmly. “What shall we eat? You’ve worked hard today, it’s my treat.”

She didn’t answer Zhou Yi’s question.

Zhou Yi, a foodie starved all afternoon, had been fixated on the answer. But once faced with food, she surrendered her attention to the menu.

The restaurant’s heating was strong. Dan Sirou loosened her collar, tucked her hair behind her ear, and glanced at the little Alpha absorbed in the menu. Suddenly, she thought of her.

It had been over a week. Was she better now?

So, she asked Zhou Yi deliberately: “That girl who’s always with you, why haven’t I seen her lately?”

Zhou Yi looked up, confused. “Always with me? Oh, you mean Boss.”

Heavens, the president even noticed her usual companion. That meant she paid at least a little attention to Zhou Yi.

“She’s in the hospital.” Zhou Yi quickly added, remembering those rumors. “Not beaten up, no. That day we were fine together, but she insisted on going out, and somehow ended up hospitalized.”

Dan Sirou’s expression darkened, thoughtful. “How is she now? Has she been discharged?”

“She said tomorrow.” Zhou Yi replied.

“That’s good.” Dan Sirou murmured.

“Good? Why do you sound like you care about Boss?” Zhou Yi asked sharply.

Dan Sirou lifted her teacup, sipping calmly. “Your soup rice is here.”

Zhou Yi was distracted again by food.

Tearing open her chopsticks, she said, “President, do you think people like us, bad students are really useless? Like rats spoiling the pot?” She grinned. Boss, bet you didn’t expect this, I’m already close to the president, and I’ll speak well of you too.

Dan Sirou listened quietly.

Zhou Yi rattled on: “Actually, Jiang He is really loyal. Do you know how we met? In middle school, kids bullied me. A girl in class told everyone not to play with me. Once, she locked me in the boys’ bathroom for a whole period. Jiang He wasn’t even in my class, but she stood up for me. Later, that girl lured us to the woods. Her brother was a sports student, tall and strong, brought four or five guys. But Jiang He, she was amazing. She twisted his arm until it broke.”

“But it ended badly. Her grandfather paid their medical bills, and she was punished. I always felt guilty, so I stuck with her after that.” Zhou Yi’s voice grew animated, forgetting her food. “But aside from skipping class and being late, we never did anything bad. We often helped people.”

She went on, telling story after story.

Dan Sirou lowered her lashes, listening intently.

Every word matched the image in her mind—the cold, stoic girl who seemed distant, almost expressionless, yet had her own principles. Steady, loyal, silent but dependable. She gave off a sense of safety. With her around, everything felt more secure.

“Where did my thoughts go?”

Zhou Yi had barely paused when she suddenly gasped. “Oh no, I almost forgot! The day after tomorrow is her birthday! I haven’t prepared a gift yet!”