Chapter 865
Chapter 865:
This had been Norris’s reply to Ritchie when he had asked earlier. He had maintained that Ritchie had to prioritize the school’s interests.
Fernanda chuckled at Norris’s response. “You must know that I’m also a student, and I have a perfect balance of my academic and social life. I guarantee you that Ritchie joining our studio will not affect his studies in any way.”
Ritchie nodded enthusiastically.
Norris took a pen, uncapped it, and began writing something on the paper. It was obvious he was no longer interested in the conversation.
“Besides, in the last university league, your school’s results were abysmal. You didn’t even make it into the top three,” Fernanda continued.
At this point, the smile on Norris’s face vanished.
He couldn’t tolerate Fernanda criticizing his school.
Fernanda added, “There will soon be a national league, and only the champion and runner-up of the university league are qualified to compete. Your school isn’t qualified to participate. The national league is not about your school. It’s about the city. Will your school really deny its student an opportunity to compete in it?”
Norris snorted and said, “Even if Ritchie were to move to your team, would he stand a chance? All your starting players are quite good. He’ll just be another substitute, warming the bench.”
“That’s still better than not having a chance to play at all,” Neal shot back. “Besides, how do you know he won’t be able to make the first team? He’ll play in my stead.”
Ritchie stared in disbelief at Neal.
He couldn’t describe how he was feeling right now. It was a mixture of excitement, elation, and gratitude.
Regardless of whether Neal really meant to give him his position, his words and actions showed that he valued him.
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖈𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩵ℭ𝗈𝗺
Ritchie was finally getting the recognition he deserved.
Fernanda changed her tactics and said, “I also have a media company under my control, Mr. Castro. Let me make it clear to you: if you refuse to let Ritchie join my team, tomorrow’s papers will report how your school denied its student the opportunity to compete. Think on this.”
Norris slammed his fist onto the table. “You dare threaten me!”
Fernanda snorted derisively. She needed to take a tougher approach, as the gentle one seemed not to be working.
“Come on, we’re not threatening you; we’re negotiating. A competition at this level is something every school is eager to enter their best team into. Why then do you hinder your student? It’s like your school takes no pride in our city,” Neal said.
Norris began to lose his composure at their words.
“Let’s call it a day,” Fernanda said, standing up. “Tomorrow, I’ll arrange for a meeting with the representatives of the Local Youth Council.”
The Local Youth Council was a social organization with considerable influence. They attached great importance to the competition, believing it showcased the spirit of progress among young people. This had caused them to contact Fernanda a few days ago.
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