Chapter 864
Chapter 864:
Since most students at the art academy came from wealthy families, Ritchie had a hard time fitting in. He was also a little younger than his peers, which attracted the attention of bullies.
He didn’t fight back because he feared it would only cause more trouble.
The fact that he never fought back only encouraged his bullies to take things further.
Bottling all of this up caused resentment to build within him. The look of resignation and resentment on his face only made them laugh, as if his reaction pleased them even more.
His life was overshadowed by hardship, and he often felt suffocated. His request to leave the school’s esports team had been rejected by the department, and he didn’t dare bring it up again.
He was afraid that insisting would only bring him more harm.
The light in his eyes gradually faded.
Fernanda and Neal, who were waiting for Ritchie’s response, could tell that he had processed a lot of thoughts in a very short time.
“Forget it. I’ll deal with it when I graduate,” Ritchie said in a hushed voice.
“What is there to be afraid of?” Neal asked, putting an arm around Ritchie’s neck. “Let us help you.”
Ritchie looked at them, his eyes widening with hope.
Neal smiled and continued, “Why do you think we came to you today? Do you think we only wanted to see you? Let us go with you to see your school leaders.”
Ritchie took them to see the person in charge.
The person in charge was a teacher named Norris Castro.
Norris had been curious when Ritchie mentioned that his new boss had arrived. However, when he saw that they were just two students, he instantly lost interest, although he was aware that both students were well-known at Esaham University.
𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧺𝖼𝗈𝗺
“Hello, Mr. Castro,” Fernanda greeted as she walked in. “I’m Fernanda Morgan, the general manager of Inferno Esports.”
She had used her social title instead of her student title to show that she was serious.
“Hello, Fernanda. Please have a seat,” Norris said, motioning to the sofa opposite him.
Fernanda took her seat.
“Mr. Castro, our team believes that Ritchie has great potential and would align quite well with our company’s team spirit. We have discussed this partnership with him, and…”
“Ritchie, but the school has refused to let him leave your school’s esports team. Why is this?”
Fernanda had wasted no time in getting straight to the crux of the matter.
Norris’s smile didn’t falter as he replied, “As a student of our school, Ritchie should prioritize the school’s organizations. We need him on our esports team, so we can’t let him go elsewhere for now. Besides, students need to focus on their studies. The training schedule of our school’s esports team would allow him ample time to study and ensure his schoolwork isn’t neglected. Other companies cannot guarantee this.”
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