Han Ye was even more agitated: "I know! Deep down, you’re very arrogant! Yes, you have exceptional talent, you’re brimming with skill! But that’s in school! Once you enter society, who the hell are you, what the hell are you? You’re just a mere security guard, living off seeing other people’s faces! Don’t think just because I was temporarily transferred to the Security Room, you and I are on the same level again! Yes, I’ve offended President Li, but I’ll go back to the administrative department sooner or later! If you want to continue being a security guard at the Li Family, earning your tens of thousands a month, you’d better know how to treat me!"
He had endured a whole morning’s anger, and now, he wanted to vent it all on Rong Ling.
Rong Ling’s expression was always unfathomable, his eyes slightly darkened: "So?"
Han Ye suddenly stood up, rushed in front of him, and before his hand could grab him by the collar, Rong Ling stepped back half a step, reversed his hand to block his arm, twisted it, and directly pushed him against the locker.
Before he could react, Rong Ling attacked from behind, grabbed his wrist, and pinned it tightly against his lower back, locking it firmly: "Han Ye, calm down, I don’t want to fight you here."
Rong Ling: "I know, back in college, you were thoroughly displeased with me. After all, in academics, you couldn’t match me, and the girl you were desperately chasing didn’t think much of you either. So, you always targeted me. When the school advised me to drop out, you were actually quite happy, weren’t you? Since you despise me so much, why pretend and talk about camaraderie? You merely see me in the security department as a lowly guard, thinking you can finally trample me underfoot without restraint, right?"
Han Ye said: "Who the hell are you! What right do you have to give me those looks! Rong Ling, aren’t you being hypocritical!? Deep down, you’re very envious of me!"
Rong Ling said: "Envious of what?"
Han Ye: "Envious of my good family background, envious of my wealthy and powerful dad, envious of me, envious that I have a mom! And you don’t!"
He grabbed Han Ye by the collar, spun him around, and pinned him firmly against the locker door: "Don’t be so full of yourself. The truth is, I don’t care at all about your family background, what your father does, or what your mother does. I’m not interested and I don’t care."
Han Ye let out a cold laugh, mocking: "Because you don’t have it, you can’t get it! No matter how good your academics are, didn’t you still get expelled!? Your father is just a drunkard, drinking all day long, not doing anything proper! You have nothing, even if you envy, you have nothing! Rong Ling, sometimes I even pity you, your mom died early, your dad doesn’t care about you, and you still have to take care of a burden, but looking at your arrogant face, it’s true that pitiful people always have something despicable about them!"
Rong Ling slowly released his collar and gave him a once-over.
Han Ye loosened his tie and sneered: "What, scared to make a move!? I bet you wouldn’t dare! Because you know very well what the outcome would be if you mess with me, and if you dare, tomorrow I..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a "bang"!
Rong Ling swung a fierce punch at his cheekbone.
Han Ye had no idea Rong Ling would suddenly hit him, and so ruthlessly.
He felt like his cheekbone was about to shatter!
Han Ye squirmed on the ground like an octopus before finally managing to get up.
Rong Ling raised his leg, and fiercely kicked him back to the ground.
Han Ye: "What are you doing!"
Rong Ling walked over and clasped his face: "My sister has a name, she’s not called ’burden’, understand?"
Rong Ling: "I don’t care how you target me or think about me, do not slander my family. I have nothing, and I’m not afraid of anything. Han Ye, don’t provoke me again."
His protectiveness towards Rong Xiaoyi was very strong.
Even though he knew clearly that Han Ye’s casual insult wouldn’t cause any substantial harm to Xiaoyi, he still wouldn’t allow it.
Because Xiaoyi was his most important family and his only family member.
After speaking, he got up and left without looking back!
Han Ye finally returned to the administrative department.
Rong Ling had taken a three-day leave and went back to his alma mater.
He had contacted his homeroom teacher in advance, earnestly asking him to issue a recommendation letter and an official transcript from the school.
Rong Ling, carrying a shoulder bag, took a taxi to the university entrance. After the car stopped, he stood at the gate for a long time before slowly walking in.
At the door of the teacher’s office.
Rong Ling knocked and walked in.
The homeroom teacher, a middle-aged male teacher with the surname "Yi," said, "Mr. Yi, long time no see!"
Mr. Yi’s expression was slightly complex, but still happy: "Rong Ling, long time no hear from you!"
All the teachers were regretful about Rong Ling being advised to drop out.
After all, given his academic talent, if he could have completed his university studies and got a diploma, his future would be promising!
Being expelled halfway through was heartbreaking for everyone.
Rong Ling said: "I came back to the school this time hoping you could write me a recommendation letter!"
Mr. Yi: "You mentioned it over the phone! I’ve also called Professor Lu! Rong Ling, this is a good opportunity! If you can seize this spot and study abroad, you have a chance to rewrite your life! Professor Lu thinks highly of you, which is why he’s reserved this spot for you! You know, many parents offered significant bribes but didn’t get Professor Lu’s approval for this opportunity!"
Rong Ling: "I will definitely make the most of it."
Mr. Yi said: "I’ve written the recommendation letter, but it still needs an official seal. Please sit, and I’ll be right back."
Rong Ling found a chair and sat down.
Mr. Yi left the office, but he didn’t return for a long time.
Rong Ling waited patiently, and half an hour later, Mr. Yi returned, this time with a slightly complex expression.
Rong Ling had a rough idea that stamping the seal didn’t go smoothly.
If he remembered correctly, before he had been advised to leave, the school had given him a demerit.
This demerit was recorded in his file and was hard to remove.
If the demerit was not removed, the recommendation letter could not be officially stamped.
Mr. Yi said: "Rong Ling, the academic affairs office didn’t stamp it."
Rong Ling: "Is it because I have a demerit in my file?"
Mr. Yi nodded: "I really want to help you, but..."
Rong Ling closed his eyes, his expression a bit dejected.
He didn’t want to let down Professor Lu’s trust nor let such a rare opportunity be ruined over a seal.
Mr. Yi said: "Actually, studying abroad doesn’t necessarily require a recommendation letter. By the way, have you found a guarantor? If you can find someone to sponsor your study abroad and if the guarantor’s background is significant, you won’t need a recommendation letter, and the paperwork can still go through."
Rong Ling: "A guarantor?"