Jiang Ling, he must be Su Rou's boyfriend! An Asian, and the kind of Asian he hated the most! How dare he challenge him? "Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that?" Dean was well - connected at school. He came from a noble family with plenty of money. As long as his expression changed, there would be many helpers around him.
Sure enough, as soon as Dean's expression changed, the boys who had just been chatting and smoking with him immediately gathered around and stood behind Dean, looking ready for a fight.
Jiang Ling stared at them with a cold face. Birds of a feather flock together. With a brute like Dean, it was no wonder he had a bunch of equally unreasonable cronies! "I'm Chinese," Jiang Ling said firmly.
"I hate Chinese the most," Dean snorted and then grabbed Jiang Ling's collar with one hand. This man was Su Rou's boyfriend. If he got rid of him, then Su Rou would belong to him!
Dean had always gotten whatever he wanted in his life, be it money or beautiful women. Once he set his eyes on something, he would stop at nothing to obtain it. And right now... he was just short of such a beautiful slave!
Compared with Dean's typical European - American build, Jiang Ling was much smaller in stature. So when Dean grabbed his collar, the force was so strong that it almost lifted him off the ground.
"Dean, beat him to death!" Having been with Dean for a long time, they too had a hint of discrimination against Asians.
Encouraged by his friends, Dean clenched his fist and was about to throw a punch. Jiang Ling was a man of power and influence in T City. He was naturally not afraid of a fight, especially with this Dean who had just been flirting with Su Rou!
Just as Dean was about to land a punch, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the hand that was holding Jiang Ling's collar. This pain was even worse than the last time, making Dean wince in pain. His hand instinctively loosened. "Ouch!"
Dean looked down at his wrist and found another black dot on his hand. "Damn it, what are you doing!"
Su Rou had gone crazy! She had stabbed him again!
Yes, it was still Su Rou. They were right above her head. Seeing Dean about to hit Jiang Ling, Su Rou couldn't just stand by and watch her friend get beaten. So she resolutely took out her pen and stabbed Dean's hand again. This time it was much harder than the last!
"The professor is coming," Su Rou calmly put away her pen.
Sure enough, a bespectacled professor walked in through the school gate. When he saw the crowd around Su Rou, he looked over there in confusion.
"Tsk!"
Dean reluctantly withdrew his hand and then sat back in his seat with his friends, but his resentful gaze still fixed on Jiang Ling.
Jiang Ling's expression was also angry. As he straightened his collar, he sat down next to Su Rou. "Damn it..." he muttered under his breath. He found that one of the buttons on his shirt had been torn off by Dean.
"Are you okay?" Su Rou asked.
"I'm fine... Are you okay?" When Jiang Ling came in, he saw Su Rou being flirted with. It should be her who was in trouble.
Su Rou shook her head. "I'm fine too." But she was worried that Dean might take revenge later. "You should be careful."
Jiang Ling smiled. Little Rou was quite concerned about him. Even if it was just as a friend, it still warmed his heart. "Don't worry."
...
In the evening, Dean didn't make any move. It seemed that he wouldn't pursue the matter anymore.
"I can't find my notes. I might have left them in the classroom. I'll go look for them," Jiang Ling said to Su Rou when he was packing his textbooks after a day of classes.
"Okay, then I'll go home first," Su Rou nodded.
At the school gate, Su Yuze's car was already waiting. "Sorry to keep you waiting," Su Rou got in and gave him a smile.
"It wasn't long. Did Dean come to you today?" Su Yuze asked.
"Yes. He almost got into a fight with Jiang Ling," Su Rou said. "But it's okay now." Dean just had a superiority complex, thinking that everyone should cater to him, which made his temper even worse.
Hearing this, Su Yuze gave Su Rou a once - over. "Are you hurt?"
"No."
"That's good. Don't have any contact with him in the future. He's a racist," which meant his mind wasn't right.
"I know." She didn't want to have anything to do with Dean!
On the other hand, Jiang Ling couldn't find his notebook anywhere. Could it have been thrown away by the cleaner? Frowning, Jiang Ling decided to give up. After all, it was just a notebook. He could make another one, though it would take some time.
"Ahem, are you... looking for this?" A mocking voice came from the classroom door.
"Dean?" Jiang Ling looked towards the door and saw Dean holding a notebook. He was standing there with a group of friends, smiling at Jiang Ling. "What do you want?" Jiang Ling's face darkened, and his eyes were filled with anger as he looked at Dean.
Dean and his friends walked in and closed the classroom door. "Do you want this?"
"I don't want it anymore since you've touched it," Jiang Ling said.
"Alright..." Dean said as he tore the notebook to pieces right in front of Jiang Ling. "Since you don't want it anyway."
Jiang Ling silently clenched his fists at his sides. He was in a foreign land and couldn't cause trouble casually. He endured! Jiang Ling glanced at Dean and then was about to leave the classroom.
"Stop," Dean ordered his brothers to block the door. "Who said you could leave?"
"What do you want to do now?" Could it be that he really wanted to fight?
"What do I want to do? You Asian kid really get on my nerves," Dean took out a cigarette and lit it as he spoke. "Because you're Su's boyfriend."
Jiang Ling's expression became a bit complicated. "You like Little Rou?"
"Can't I?"
"But don't you hate Asians? How can you like Su Rou?" He wouldn't believe this even if he was killed.
Dean suddenly let out a soft laugh. "I do hate Asians, but that doesn't stop me from wanting to get Su Rou... I need a slave like her at home." After all, Asians were worthless.
"What?" Jiang Ling looked at Dean in disbelief. "You... treat Little Rou as a slave?"
"I have many Asian slaves at home," Dean said as if showing off. "Su will be the next one."
Jiang Ling couldn't bear it any longer. He threw his backpack on the ground and lunged at Dean.