After Dating the President O, I Turned Into a Puppy-Like Lover - Chapter 55

The three-day skills assessment ended seamlessly, rolling straight into the weekend.

For second-year students, who had yet to face the crushing pressure of the college entrance exam, the school did not strip away their statutory holidays.

Late Saturday night, already past one in the morning.

A dim bedside lamp lit a corner of the room, outlining the silhouette of a girl half-lying on her bed. The glow of her phone screen illuminated her delicate features, casting shadows across her profile. Her long lashes drooped like raven feathers as her eyes traced each line of text, sinking into her heart.

The words were few, but each sentence was sharp and incisive.

It was a highly upvoted post from a popular forum, offering advice on love and confession.

It said:

Don’t always try to play the role of the “nice guy,” showering her with flowers, bags, perfume, and constant attention. No. If you appear too often, she’ll grow accustomed to it, and eventually, she’ll tire of you.

Endless flattery and forced presence will only earn you a “good person” card. Every relationship needs boundaries. Distance creates beauty.

Care for her, but keep balance. For example, if you walk her home on a rainy night and she warmly invites you upstairs, you should politely refuse. That refusal creates contrast, making her reflect on your kindness.

Let her grow used to your presence, but don’t cling too tightly. After building goodwill for a while, suddenly disappear. She’ll wonder: “Why hasn’t he come? Does he not like me anymore?” Just as she begins to doubt, you reappear. That surprise outweighs any daily routine of showing up.

Make her feel that push and pull, and she’ll gradually lean on you. Playing hard to get is an eternal truth.

Jiang He had bookmarked this answer long ago, pulling it out to reread whenever she had time.

Thinking back on her recent interactions with Dan Sirou, she had tried to follow its advice but she wasn’t sure if it was working.

The night grew deeper. Her eyelids grew heavy. She turned off the lamp, lay flat on her bed, and stared at the dark ceiling, her mind replaying the past few days.

Dan Sirou must feel something for her too, otherwise, she wouldn’t have allowed herself to be marked.

Wait a little longer, Jiang He thought. Keep following this method. Then confess.

Her eyes finally surrendered to sleep.

That night, she dreamed a beautiful dream she never wanted to wake from.

She dreamed of a distant future where she and Dan Sirou were married, living happily, with two precious daughters. She even named them in her dream: the elder, Xiaoyuan; the younger, Zhixin. A family, warm and complete.

The next morning, Jiang He lingered in bed, savoring the dream.

Dragging herself to brush her teeth, she frowned at her reflection.

Two children, wasn’t that too many?

That would be too hard on Dan Sirou. No, better not.

She spat out the water, suddenly jolted awake.

What am I even thinking.

They weren’t even close to that stage. How could she dare imagine such things?

Ah, spending too much time with Zhou Yi had clearly rubbed off on her.

It was just one mark, born of Sirou’s empathy. How could that compare to the deep bond she shared with Zhou Tingchen?

Her gaze dimmed, her mood rising and falling with her thoughts.

April arrived, winter’s chill fading away.

Life revived, birds sang, flowers bloomed. The campus grove was lush and green, branches heavy with leaves.

Dongcheng was a city rich in vegetation, devoted to greenery. Each spring, the breeze carried petals dancing through the air, carpeting the ground in pink. Walking along the paths felt like stepping into a painting.

Day and night were nearly equal now.

At seven in the morning, the sky was just brightening.

The new semester carried forward the same rules: three tardies equaled one major demerit.

This term, Jiang He had done well, four weeks in, not a single late arrival.

Today was no exception.

At the school gate, student council members stood guard, recording latecomers and confiscating breakfasts.

Jiang He passed smoothly. As she walked past the security office, she glanced through the glass.

Usually, Dan Sirou arrived very early though Jiang He never knew exactly how early.

Inside, the girl in her neat uniform was reading an A4 sheet intently.

Perhaps sensing the gaze, she turned casually toward the door.

Their eyes met.

Jiang He flushed instantly, remembering her dream of children.

She swallowed hard, as if she could swallow her embarrassment whole.

Children. Such a simple word, yet it carried so much.

How were children made? Of course, by sleeping together.

She dared not let her thoughts wander further under Sirou’s gaze, cutting them off abruptly.

Sirou glanced at her once, then quickly looked away, returning to her paper.

The bond between them, after days of silence, had been buried deep. She tried to steer herself back onto the proper track.

Monday’s assembly was held in the auditorium.

Five minutes before, classes filed in one by one.

Sirou stood early at her place on stage, overseeing the hall as it filled.

She rehearsed her speech in her mind, the words already ingrained in memory, ready to flow effortlessly.

Bored, she lifted her eyes and found herself watching that girl.

She hadn’t lost her in the crowd. Her gaze followed her all the way to her class’s section.

Only then did Sirou realize what she was doing.

She forced herself to cast the thoughts aside.

The next day, during P.E. class.

Dan Sirou went with her desk mate to the equipment room to fetch badminton rackets.

The layout had changed, rackets were now stored on the very top shelf. For two Omegas, it was a struggle; they needed someone at least 170 cm tall to reach them.

Fortunately, the equipment room was busy, and with Sirou’s face alone, she didn’t even need to speak. A mere flicker of difficulty would instantly draw tall Alphas eager to help.

This time, she hadn’t even shown a hint of distress before one Alpha stepped forward.

The girl stretched out her long arm, effortlessly retrieving several rackets. She walked forward calmly, handed two to Sirou, and said nothing. Her expression remained cool, aloof to outsiders, yet every gesture revealed an uncanny awareness of what Sirou needed.

Since returning from the hall, this was the first time Sirou and Jiang He had faced each other directly.

A faint, clean milk scent lingered around Jiang He, seeping into Sirou’s heart.

At such close distance, their eyes met. In the wide equipment room, sparks seemed to scatter between them, stirring something deep within.

Sirou looked up slightly at Jiang He. Unlike yesterday, she couldn’t feign coldness. Her heartbeat betrayed her, spilling into her gaze. Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered faintly with moisture.

“President.” Jiang He’s voice was steady as she handed over the racket. The badge on her chest gleamed under the cold white light, the symbol of the school’s highest authority.

Never before had Jiang He spoken with such respectful formality, as if a mere student paying homage to the student council president.

Polite, yet tinged with distance.

Sirou stared at the Alpha girl, startled by her restraint. Matching her tone, she replied softly, “Thank you.”

Jiang He held her gaze for a moment longer, then turned and walked out, disappearing into the bright light beyond the door.

Sirou watched her crisp, decisive figure retreat. The racket in her hand suddenly felt heavier.

At the badminton court, space was limited. Inevitably, paths crossed again.

Jiang He was playing with Zhou Yi when Sirou approached. Zhou Yi’s eyes lit up, and she called out warmly, “President! President! Come play with us!”

Sirou glanced at Zhou Yi’s enthusiasm, then at Jiang He’s obvious unease. She declined politely, “You play. I’ll join Xinyi.”

“Come on, let’s do doubles! It’s more fun with more people.” Zhou Yi abandoned Jiang He, bounding up to Sirou with playful persistence.

Before Sirou could refuse, her desk mate Jiang Xinyi’s eyes sparkled. “Doubles? Dan Dan, let’s play together!”

Zhou Yi, delighted to find an ally, chimed in, “Exactly, exactly!”

Sirou had no choice but to agree. “Alright then.”

Two Alphas and two Omegas, one A and one O per team was fair. But when it came to pairing, the atmosphere grew awkward. No one spoke first.

Sirou naturally didn’t want to be paired with Jiang He. She feared Jiang He might suggest it.

But Jiang He turned to Jiang Xinyi instead. “Then, shall I team up with you?” she asked tentatively.

Since they were already standing together, it made sense to ask Xinyi first.

Xinyi, ever sociable, agreed readily.

Zhou Yi grinned at Sirou. “President, then I’ll be with you.”

Sirou, distracted, gave a polite smile.

The friendly match began.

In doubles, the usual format was Alpha attacking, Omega returning. The key was which Alpha could suppress the opposing Omega more effectively.

Zhou Yi, though cheerful and playful, took games seriously. Her skill was limited, but with Xinyi a novice, Zhou Yi’s experience gave her team a slight edge. Not much, but enough.

The real highlight was the duel between Sirou and Jiang He.

Sirou had played badminton often as a child, her technique solid for an amateur. Jiang He, however, had natural athletic talent. She could pick up any sport quickly, and with focus, her ceiling was high.

Usually, Jiang He went easy on Zhou Yi, who assumed her skills had declined. But today, Jiang He carried her novice partner single-handedly. Zhou Yi finally realized her leader’s ability had never diminished.

Perhaps Xinyi was too inexperienced, or perhaps Jiang He’s serving rhythm was off. She saved many difficult shots, but her serves faltered, keeping the score close. In the end, Zhou Yi and Sirou won.

Though victorious, both were left breathless. Jiang He, who had run far more, looked as composed as ever.

Zhou Yi envied her stamina to no end.

Jiang He’s bookmarked advice hadn’t been useless.

Her “wife” might pretend not to care, but her heart was clearly unsettled. The only flaw, she had pressed too hard. Tomorrow, she might pay the price.