Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 597 - 358: Low-Key in Life, High-Profile in Action
Students differ greatly from one another.
For instance, Harlen Johnson has the vibe of being pretentious and immature, a facade covering emptiness.
But the person in front of me—
Steady, elegant, gentle, carries the shell of a "good student," but whether inside he’s clean and transparent or dirty and despicable is unknown.
However, no matter how low-key such a person is, they’re not to be underestimated anywhere.
"Oliver."
The young man walked over, with a gentle smile, nodding slightly at Oliver Scott.
Oliver Scott’s expression shifted slightly but then arched an eyebrow and smiled breezily.
He called out, "Third Brother."
Third Brother?
Marcus Shaw furrowed his brow, his gaze lingering on the young man with displeasure.
At that moment, the young man suddenly looked over, met Marcus Shaw’s eyes briefly, and then calmly looked away.
From that glance, Marcus Shaw vaguely sensed some disdain, contempt. There was even a clear sense—the other party knew him.
The young man came closer and stopped before the two, his gaze fixed solely on Oliver Scott.
—It’s as if only Oliver Scott is worth his attention.
He asked, "Are you the captain of the Affiliated Middle School team?"
"Yes." Oliver Scott replied calmly, "Is Third Brother leading the team at Third Middle School?"
"Exactly."
The young man gracefully laughed, glanced back, and looked at Harlen Johnson.
Seeing his team leader, Harlen Johnson had lost his previous arrogance, now picking up his uniform off the ground, standing obediently beside the young man, eyes lowered, lips slightly pursed, displaying some fear.
The young man apologized, "Sorry, couldn’t keep an eye on our team members."
"It’s nothing."
Oliver Scott said indifferently.
"Then we’ll take our leave, see you on the field." The young man said, leaving behind a politeness, "Please go easy on us then."
However, having gotten used to Marcus Shaw’s usual arrogance, Oliver Scott didn’t even think before nodding, "Alright."
Harlen Johnson: "..."
Wow, this arrogant?
The young man, who initially said it casually, seemed surprised to see Oliver Scott actually respond, his expression shifted for a moment.
Yet, he merely gave Oliver Scott a significant glance, saying no more, curved his lips, and led the suddenly obedient Harlen Johnson away.
Marcus Shaw glanced up discontentedly, looking at their departing backs, showing considerable displeasure.
This person—
Too irritating, just looking at him makes you want to punch him.
"Who is it?"
A lazy voice came from behind, cutting in before Marcus Shaw could ask.
"Sis?"
Oliver Scott turned, looking back.
Only to see Nora Scott walking confidently toward them, one hand in her pocket, the other spinning a bunch of car keys, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses.
Oliver Scott mentally cheered her on.
—His stylish sister, always striking.
After watching for a few seconds, Oliver Scott coughed lightly, withdrew his gaze, and introduced, "That was my Third Cousin."
Nora Scott paused, "From the Ferreira Family?"
"Yes." Oliver Scott nodded, "His name is Marshall Ferreira, he’s my second uncle’s child, older than me by a few months. He’s currently in the second year of high school at Third Middle School, sort of a... scholar plus school heartthrob. He’s excellent in every aspect, but I don’t care much about him, not familiar, just exchange pleasantries during holidays at the Ferreira Family home."
"Oh." Nora Scott nodded, lazily glanced in that direction, and clicked her tongue, "Looks annoying."
Most bothersome are those who pretend.
A good student, insists on playing the elite part, yet indulges in those little tricks...
She had already seen him, noticed that glance Marcus Shaw had distinctively.
Unpleasant.
"Right."
Marcus Shaw, who never expressed much, surprisingly nodded in agreement with Nora Scott.
"..." Oliver Scott paused, lowered his head, scratched his nose with his finger, and, his voice dropping, "I don’t really like him either, quite a pretender."
Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, "You’ve had joint exams, how did the scores go?"
Oliver Scott, who never saw Nora Scott asking about scores, hesitated upon hearing it, subconsciously felt a bit guilty, but then thought—if even he has to feel guilty, the second-year high schoolers in the city would not dare raise their heads before Nora Scott.
After contemplating for two seconds, Oliver Scott said, "I’ve always ranked first in the joint exams."
The last time he ranked second was during an internal exam at school, missing the major joint exams across various middle schools.
—That’s why Marcus Shaw’s first place was only known within the Affiliated Middle School, rarely heard about externally.
Thinking of this, Marcus Shaw became displeased again, frowned, and asked, "How about him?"
"Top ten, haven’t checked." Oliver Scott said a bit lightly.
He only needs to know he’s first.
As for those behind him—
Second or twentieth, actually makes no difference.
Scholar Scott has always been low-key, but in academic achievements, he’s naturally arrogant.
"I think—"
Nora Scott began speaking in a drawn-out tone.
Both Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw suddenly looked over.
"Whether you rank first is irrelevant." Nora Scott poured cold water on them, but before it sank in, she flipped the tone sharply and leisurely said, "However, should at least step Third Middle School underfoot?"
The two were startled.
"Of course."
Oliver Scott’s eyes brightened, nodding confidently.
"Get first place."
Marcus Shaw said flatly.
Smiling lightly, Nora Scott came up behind them, patted their shoulders, "If you win, I’ll treat you to BBQ."
*
Because of this delay, Oliver Scott and Marcus Shaw were two minutes late to meet Glenn Flynn and the rest of the team.
Originally, the other students were planning to take advantage of this "two-minute" delay to give them a good talking.
Unexpectedly—
Upon seeing Nora Scott trailing behind, each of them quickly shut their mouths.
"Whoa! A match and we get the treat of seeing his sister in person!"
"Here she comes, here she comes, my heart is racing."
"Today’s Heavenly Immortal sister is still as beautiful as ever. What did these two bastards do in their past lives to earn such a sister?"
"Shut up, they both adore their sister, be careful not to get a beating before the match."
...
The classmates whispered privately.
"Two minutes late."
Glenn Flynn glanced at his watch with a smile, addressing the three as they approached.
His gaze lingered for a second on Nora Scott.
Oliver Scott approached with a smile, "Sorry, sorry, ran into the captain of Third Middle School."
Once he said that, the team instantly changed its vibe.
The atmosphere became tense.
"Did they come looking for you too?"
"Shameless brats."
"We’ll crush them on the field later."
...
The other four students on the team angrily cursed.
Oliver Scott was puzzled, "What’s going on?"
Steve Singleton calmed down upon hearing him, waved his hand, saying, "Just now, the coach from Third Middle School brought their team over, superficially to greet, but actually being sarcastic, basically challenging, making threats. Their students were even worse, trash-talking us, looking down on us, if Mr. Flynn hadn’t stopped it, almost started a brawl."
Glenn Flynn sighed, wanting to soothe these teenagers’ aggressive emotions.
Then—
"Birds of a feather." Nora Scott casually remarked, "None of them are decent."
"..."
Glenn Flynn was taken aback, completely tongue-tied.
Seeing Heavenly Immortal sister agree and speak so refreshingly, the students became even more fired up.
"Right! Sister is spot on!"
"Absolute trash, from old to young, all scum!"
"Destroy them!"
...
The students’ enthusiasm was ignited.
Glenn Flynn pressed his brow.
Coincidentally, Nora Scott casually added, "They’re practically stepping on your face already, if you lose, it’d be quite embarrassing, huh."
