After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 42

The next few days at school passed peacefully, and Jiang He’s injuries healed within three or four days.

Two days earlier, another monthly exam had been held. Jiang He still ranked within the top fifteen of her class.

At this pace, when senior year came and intensive review began, with a little extra preparation she would be able to achieve her grandfather’s wish, admission to Island University.

But Jiang He herself had no real desire to go there.

How she would eventually negotiate with her grandfather was a matter for the future.

For now, her plan was simple: not to let her grades be too good, nor too poor. That way, if she changed her mind later, she would still qualify; and if she didn’t want to go, failing to get in could be explained away as “I tried my best.”

That was her current vision for the future.

Thursday, lunchtime after the fourth period.

An overseas delegation was visiting Qingyu for a study tour, coordinated mainly by the student council. Zhou Yi, though only a peripheral member, still had plenty of work to do.

With her usual companions busy, Jiang He had been alone these past two days.

As usual, she waited until most students had left before heading to the cafeteria.

The corridor was nearly empty, which made the figure standing outside the door all the more conspicuous.

Jiang He looked up and recognized the girl, someone she had seen a few times before.

Yu Wei’s Omega.

She remembered promising Yu Wei she would look after her girlfriend, a first-year student. Now that the girl had come to her directly, Jiang He felt a headache coming on.

“What’s wrong?” Jiang He asked, walking to the door. Tall and slender, her sharp features carried a natural air of reliability.

The Omega’s eyes welled up. “Senior.”

“You’re in trouble?” Jiang He asked.

“Mm.” The girl sniffled. “There’s a boy in the class next door, he harassed me.”

“How?” Jiang He frowned. “He’s an Alpha?”

“No,” the Omega said. “Just a disgusting Beta.”

“Then how did he harass you?” Jiang He was puzzled. If it had been an Alpha, pheromone harassment was possible. But a Beta? At school? Surely not so openly…

“He called my name while doing that.” The Omega’s face flushed crimson. “His deskmate is friends with mine, and told me quietly.”

Jiang He was speechless. “What people do in private is hard to control. If your friend hadn’t told you, you wouldn’t even know. Maybe others have done the same. Just ignore it.”

“But he insulted me in public before,” the Omega said bitterly. “He said no one would ever want a girl like me, made me feel worthless. He’s so fake—shifty eyes, sneaky face. And he’s in the same club as me. Every time I have to work with him, I feel sick.”

Jiang He understood.

This wasn’t just about harassment. It was old grudges combined with new ones—the harassment was the spark, but the real issue was dislike.

“So, what do you want me to do?” Jiang He asked patiently.

“Senior, please teach him a lesson,” the Omega pleaded, biting her lip.

Jiang He shook her head. “I think Sister Wei should handle this. Or you could tell him you’re Yu Wei’s girlfriend. He wouldn’t dare bother you again.”

“I already told Wei-jie,” the Omega said. “She’s out of town. She told me to come to you.”

Jiang He: “…”

The girl looked at her pitifully. Jiang He knew if she didn’t act, Yu Wei would call to nag her, and the Omega wouldn’t leave.

Finally, Jiang He sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with you. But listen, I’m only going to warn him.”

“Mm!” The Omega nodded eagerly.

She led Jiang He to the second floor, where the first-year classrooms were. She was in Class Four; the boy was in Class Three, near the stairwell.

“I heard he usually takes food back to the dorm, so he goes late to the cafeteria. He was still in class when I went to find you,” the Omega explained.

Jiang He nodded.

On the second floor, she checked the plaque above the door—Class Three, same layout as upstairs.

Inside, two boys sat side by side, faces hidden behind a pile of books, earbuds shared between them, absorbed in their phones. They didn’t notice anyone outside, occasionally blurting out curses in excitement.

“That’s him,” the Omega whispered, pointing to the boy by the aisle.

Jiang He nodded.

The boys, oblivious to the storm about to hit, were giddy with excitement.

“Damn, the president’s voice is so sexy,” the aisle boy said, thrilled. “But the background noise is annoying.”

“Eh.” The inner boy sounded disappointed. “That’s just how the recording was. I snuck my phone onto the field to get it. Lucky we have anything at all.”

“So, if I record her when she talks to me alone, the quality would be better?” the aisle boy asked.

“Of course. But how would you manage that?”

“I’ll figure it out.”

“What’s this?” the aisle boy asked suddenly. “Where’d you get this photo? Looks good.”

“School website,” the inner boy replied, eyes glued to his phone.

On the screen was a girl’s official portrait—neatly dressed, smiling sweetly. He dragged the photo into a frame, tapped “synthesize.” The screen dimmed, showing progress: 23%.

“What’s that for?” the aisle boy asked.

The inner boy smirked. “Nudes. High-definition.”

“Damn! Send me one.”

“Ten yuan per synthesis. Split it?”

“Deal.” The aisle boy was practically trembling. “Why’s it loading so slow?”

“HD takes time. 87%, 98%, done!”

They rubbed their hands together, waiting for the miracle.

But instead of an image, a hand appeared out of nowhere. The phone was snatched, the earbuds chimed with a sharp “ding.”

“Who the hell—!”

The inner boy looked up, furious—only to freeze at the sight of Jiang He’s cold, beautiful face. Her brows knit tight, her presence radiating icy fury.

Her lips pressed thin, Jiang He swung her arm. The phone arced through the air and landed with a sharp crack.

The sound echoed through the classroom.

The Omega gasped, hands clapped over her mouth, eyes wide. She had only wanted Jiang He to warn them, or maybe rough them up a little. She hadn’t expected her to smash things.

The aisle boy shot to his feet, fist swinging. “Are you crazy?”

Jiang He caught his punch effortlessly, twisted his arm. He cried out in pain.

“How much? I’ll buy you a new one,” she said coldly, eyes glinting with frost.

“A new one’s useless, my stuff’s gone!” he snarled, still trying to fight back with his free arm.

Jiang He applied more pressure. He stopped struggling.

“Senior,” the Omega whispered nervously. “You’ve got the wrong guy. It’s the short one next to him.”

The aisle boy: “…”

Jiang He didn’t flinch, didn’t apologize. Her eyes were sharp as blades. “If I ever catch you doing this again, I’ll beat you every time.”

“What did I even do? Who do you think you are?” he spat, hair disheveled, face twisted.

At his age, newly differentiated, he had no real sense of Alpha hierarchy. To him, Jiang He wasn’t a top Alpha—just a thin girl. Being overpowered by her stung his pride, and he fought back stubbornly.

“Zhao Dawei! Don’t just stand there, help me!” he screamed at his deskmate.

Zhao Dawei was a coward, bold only with weak girls. Faced with Jiang He’s overwhelming aura, he froze.

“Uh,” His eyes darted nervously. He didn’t want to get involved, but he knew Jiang He and the Omega wouldn’t let him off. So, he grabbed a book and hurled it at Jiang He.

The Omega, Yu Wei’s girlfriend of two months, wasn’t inexperienced. She grabbed Zhao Dawei’s arms, stopping him.

But Zhao Dawei was stronger. He shoved her hard, sending her stumbling back, nearly falling.

Jiang He had no choice but to release the first boy and catch her.

The scene dissolved into chaos.

“Dan, I really love your school.”

The blonde, blue-eyed girl stretched out her arms, inhaling deeply the fresh scent of the woods. Their group of five or six gradually reached the end of the grove, where the teaching building stood not far ahead.

“Next semester, I think Reiss has exchange slots,” Dan Sirou said with a gentle smile. “You’d be welcome to come.”

“No way,” Marina whimpered like a kitten, pitifully. “I already came once last year. At our school, we only get one chance. Even this study tour took a lot of effort for me to apply for.”

Her Mandarin was excellent, though long sentences still carried an inevitable foreign accent.

“That’s a pity,” Dan Sirou sighed softly, her face full of regret.

She had known Marina for about a year, even sharing a dorm room once. Their relationship was close, and even after Marina returned home, they kept in touch.

“Dan, we’re at the teaching building. It’s been so long, I really miss those days. Can I go up and take a look?” Marina asked.

“Of course,” Dan Sirou replied.

Qingyu’s teaching building was beautiful—red brick walls shaded by trees, standing quietly with classical dignity. From afar, it looked like a timeless old photograph.

Besides Marina, there were two other foreigners.

Marina was the leader of their group, and her Mandarin was the best. She spoke with Dan Sirou the most, while the other two could only manage greetings like “good morning” or “good evening,” relying on Marina to translate.

“Dan,” Marina said with a smile after chatting with them, “do you know what they just said?”

“What?” Dan Sirou asked.

“Sam said you look like a celebrity,” Marina explained. “One he really likes.”

Dan Sirou smiled politely. Marina quickly added, “I told him it doesn’t matter, you’re mine.”

“You,” Dan Sirou laughed softly. “Let’s not talk about that. Weren’t you going upstairs to look around?”

Marina was an Omega, but openly bisexual. She didn’t care if someone was Alpha, Omega, or Beta—if she liked them, that was enough.

Last year, after knowing Dan Sirou for only a week, she had confessed her feelings. Of course, Dan Sirou had refused.

“Dan, seriously, can’t you accept being in love with an Omega?” Marina pouted.

Yes, that had been Dan Sirou’s reason for rejecting her. She hadn’t been able to think of another excuse strong enough to deter the stubborn foreigner.

“Wait, if it’s two Omegas, how do you handle special periods?” Zhou Yi, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly blurted out.

She had originally been with Lin Shi, but was called over by the president at the last minute. Being close to the president was a rare privilege.

Marina had been focused only on Dan Sirou and her group, but Zhou Yi’s sudden interjection made her finally look closely at her.

“Well,” Marina began to answer seriously.

Before she could finish, a loud bang echoed from upstairs.

The noise startled Marina.

Dan Sirou patted her shoulder gently. “Probably someone dropped a cup.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

But then came another burst of crashing sounds, mixed with angry shouts from boys.

Everyone looked up.

Dan Sirou: “…”

Usually calm, she now looked embarrassed.

If it had been an ordinary day, it wouldn’t matter. But with foreign guests present, it was mortifying.

She frowned slightly but couldn’t show her displeasure. Instead, she signaled Zhou Yi with her eyes. Zhou Yi understood immediately and excused herself: “President, I’ll just go to the restroom.”

“Go ahead,” Dan Sirou said.

Zhou Yi dashed up the stairs, breathless by the time she reached the second floor.

“Are you guys done yet?” she shouted, leaning against the wall to catch her breath.

Jiang He, who had lost count of how many times she’d restrained someone, turned at the sound of Zhou Yi’s voice.

Zhao Dawei was slumped in a chair, another boy bruised and battered but still defiant. Jiang He hadn’t wanted to bother with him anymore, but he kept provoking her.

She was already angry. Fine, if he wanted a fight, she’d give him one.

They scuffled again.

“Boss!” Zhou Yi’s eyes widened in shock. “Why are you here?”

“Stop fighting, stop fighting!” she panted, rushing forward to break them up. “Stop, there are people downstairs.”

“Who?” Jiang He demanded coldly.

The boy struggled violently. Jiang He had him by the hair, pinned, but as she glanced at Zhou Yi, he seized the chance to headbutt her.

Jiang He dodged quickly.

Unfortunately, Zhou Yi had just stepped closer.

The boy’s crazed strength hit her like a bull. She staggered back, crashing into a desk. For a moment she thought she was safe, but the force was too strong. She and the desk toppled with a loud bang.

Zhou Yi cried out in pain.

Her intervention worked, though—the fight upstairs finally quieted.

Dan Sirou, relieved, led the group away.

Marina, still dazed, asked, “Shouldn’t we wait for that student?”

“No need,” Dan Sirou said calmly. “She’ll come find us later.”

“Oh, okay.” Marina nodded.

But just as they took a step forward—another deafening crash erupted upstairs. The foreigners looked up again, wide-eyed.

Dan Sirou: “…”

Her face darkened.

Marina noticed her discomfort and coughed lightly. “Dan, I suddenly don’t want to go upstairs anymore. Sam says he wants to play on the field.”

“Alright,” Dan Sirou said, not stopping them.

Others would receive them at the field. Once they left, her smile faded, replaced by displeasure.

Meanwhile, Jiang He, protective as ever, kicked the boy who had knocked Zhou Yi down and hurried to help her up.

But unease gnawed at her. Zhou Yi’s mention of “people downstairs” made her nervous. “Who did you come with?” she asked quickly.

“The president,” Zhou Yi groaned, clutching her side. “There are foreigners down there. You’ve walked right into trouble. I wanted to warn you, but that guy hit me first.”

“What?” Jiang He froze at the word president. The pressure was immense. “You mean, Dan Sirou is downstairs?”

“Yeah,” Zhou Yi said.

In that instant, Jiang He made her decision. She handed Zhou Yi to the Omega to look after and bolted. “I’m leaving first.”

She clung to a desperate hope—if she ran fast enough, maybe she could pretend this fight had never happened.

She reached the doorway in seconds.

But suddenly, her legs gave way. She couldn’t move.

She was trapped, unable to go forward or back. Her scalp tingled, dread sinking in.

Dan Sirou stood there, her expression solemn, her aura sharp and commanding.

She had never been this angry before.

And when her eyes fell on Jiang He, her fury only deepened.

Emotions tangled together, leaving her gaze cold and unyielding.

“You really like fighting that much?” Her voice carried both anger and a sigh, half accusation, half disappointment.