Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 608 - 366: The Hell, You Can Even Do That?!

Chapter 608: Chapter 366: The Hell, You Can Even Do That?!

The five guests were sent over together.

Three men and two women, all in matching school uniforms.

As they got out of the car, Nora Scott was sitting on a chair, signing a stack of comic books. She looked more like a writer at a book signing event than a star participating in a variety show recording.

"They’re here."

The people gathered around said, finally allowing Nora Scott to breathe a sigh of relief.

Finishing the last two signatures quickly, Nora returned the marker and the comic books together.

She stood up.

"Nora!"

Clement Winter pushed through the crowd excitedly and rushed forward, coming right up to Nora Scott.

Nora glanced at him.

Originally, there were four regular guests. It was said that one of them had a last-minute issue and couldn’t make it, so they temporarily asked Clement Winter to fill in for this episode.

—Originally, Clement had a very tight schedule, no time, and besides, he was timid and quite afraid of chaos and strange things. But as soon as he heard Nora was coming, he agreed without hesitation, turning down several announcements he had.

"Have you been here long, are you cold?"

Clement burst out with questions and then untangled the school uniform bundled in his arms, carefully retrieving a cup of milk tea from inside.

He handed it to Nora, offering it like a treasure: "I bought it when I left the hotel, kept it warm with the school uniform all the way, and it’s still hot."

Everyone: "..."

Winter Lad, are you chasing a star or chasing after a girlfriend?

Can you respect the prop team’s school uniforms?!

"Thanks."

Nora accepted the milk tea, calm and composed.

The assistant director observed the scene and motioned for the crew to follow the director, suggesting any interesting bits could later be edited into the bloopers.

"Winter Lad, I thought you were holding onto some treasure, but it’s just a cup of milk tea."

Another guest walked over, gave it a glance, and couldn’t help but tease.

Nora raised her eyes to look and took the initiative to greet her, "Teacher Anastasia."

The person was an actor, professionally trained, who had been in several popular dramas, later fading from the audience’s view to focus on theater, meanwhile returning to the Film Academy to teach. It wasn’t until recent years, adopting a variety show persona, that she re-emerged into the public eye, and audiences had grown fond of her.

Not yet forty but well-maintained, she looked just a bit over thirty.

Nora, having studied acting, had watched theatre madly and thus was aware of him.

"Hello, hello," Anastasia smiled warmly and was quite affable, "How old are you? You look like my daughter."

"Ward, you’re collecting daughters everywhere."

Another male guest of similar age walked over, couldn’t help but mock him with a mix of amusement and exasperation. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Anastasia chuckled, "I won’t lie, I’m just missing a Heavenly Immortal-like daughter."

Nora smiled cooperatively, not taking the words of these seasoned veterans seriously.

The four of them introduced themselves to each other.

Besides them, the remaining two were the regular guest Diana Johnson and the guest Rosa Sullivan.

The two knew each other privately and were the closest among the guests, sticking together ever since they left the hotel.

Diana was the youngest, only seventeen, attending the First Affiliated High School, and was a pretty and cute girl. From a young age, she aimed to be an actress, entering the industry as a child starring in supporting roles, neither hot nor cold until she starred in a hot-blooded campus drama last year that made her a rising star.

Another kind of "campus goddess."

"Hello, Miss Scott."

Diana pulled Rosa over to greet Nora proactively.

"I’m Diana Johnson." Diana was beaming, "This is Rosa Sullivan, Miss Sullivan."

Compared to Diana’s brightness, Rosa was much more indifferent, with faint emotions, and didn’t mix in much feeling, merely nodding towards Nora and embodying the term "aloof" perfectly.

"Hello."

Nora nodded back, not overly friendly.

These two attracted her attention less than the milk tea in her hand. She bit on the straw, allowing her thoughts to wander, considering if Pedro Langley had seen the photos she posted.

Diana, unaware, was overwhelmed by surprise, "Miss Scott, you’re so beautiful. You look even better in person than in photos."

This was the truth.

—Many who saw Nora in person thought this immediately.

In the entertainment circle, most female stars would fade into oblivion standing before her.

Currently, Nora, Diana, and Rosa were all wearing school uniforms, and the comparison was apparent. With the three of them in the same frame, people’s gazes naturally followed Nora.

Watching Diana cling to Nora, Rosa said nothing, her gaze swept over Nora somewhat unintentionally as she frowned slightly.

The six of them didn’t chat for long.

Because a heavy rain was coming, and the show was about to start filming.

The six guests were blindfolded by the crew and led by staff into the teaching building.

The building had six floors, and Nora was taken to the fifth floor, gradually losing the sounds of the others.

She was locked in a classroom.

About two minutes later, a mechanical voice came over the broadcast—

"Dear guests, now you can remove your blindfolds. Within an hour, collect the clues in the classroom and unlock the mechanical lock to escape alive."

No sooner had the words fallen.

"Boom—"

Suddenly, a clap of thunder sounded outside, with a world-shattering momentum, full of a terrifying shock.

Nora Scott tore off the blindfold.

The classroom lights were on, but to create a spooky atmosphere, the lighting was very dim.

This was a very dilapidated classroom, abandoned for a long time, with some questions vaguely visible on the blackboard, written halfway, likely during a teacher’s lecture. The back blackboard was covered with messy graffiti, the desks and chairs were covered in dust, and the air was filled with a stale, decaying smell.

Notably—

The desk holes were filled with books. Each desk had more or less textbooks, exam papers, and stationery.

The entire scene layout conveyed a sense of "interrupted in the middle of a class."

There were no staff members in the classroom, only cameras installed in advance. Outside, it was a dark night, with stormy winds and rain, accompanied by thunder and lightning; a person standing alone in the oversized classroom heightened the sense of horror.

Nora Scott squinted her eyes to adjust to the light.

After a moment, she flexed her wrists and leisurely walked to the front door.

The wooden door’s lock was broken.

She gently furrowed her brows, pulled the lock back, and dragged it backward.

It opened smoothly.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a dark figure lunged up, hitting an iron door outside, making a loud noise. At the same time, a terrifyingly distorted special-effect zombie face was opening its bloody mouth, roaring at Nora Scott.

"C..."

Nora Scott struggled to hold back the urge to curse.

It was a student zombie dressed in a school uniform, with indistinguishable features, looking ferocious, blocked by the iron door, reaching through the gaps trying to grab Nora Scott.

If Nora Scott hadn’t reacted quickly and stepped back when it lunged, she might have been caught by it already.

Eyelids twitching, Nora Scott quickly regained her composure.

"Buddy, could you pull back your hand a bit?" Nora Scott raised an eyebrow, negotiating with it in a friendly tone, "You’re blocking my view of the lock."

The zombie froze for a moment.

Then, realizing it was a "zombie" and couldn’t understand human language, it disregarded Nora Scott’s words and continued stretching its arms in an attempt to grab her.

Nora Scott sighed helplessly.

The next moment—

She stretched out both hands, grabbed the zombie’s hands, and then put them together, holding its wrists with one hand.

The zombie was caught off guard, not expecting her to not only be unafraid but also daring to act, hesitating, it tried to break free. However, the grip on its wrists was like an iron clamp, and despite using seventy percent of its strength, it couldn’t break free.

???

Is this the legendary "super strength girl"?

Amidst its astonishment, Nora Scott started a new action—

She pulled it forward, causing it to slam against the iron door, and with the free hand, shot towards its waist.

"Ah, ah, ah! What are you trying to do—"

The zombie, panicked, completely forgot it was performing, its eyes wide open in shock, desperately calling for help.

But in Nora Scott’s hands, it had no room for resistance, just like a bullied, defenseless bride.

At the same time, in a workroom on the first floor—

The directing team watched the scene in a fifth-floor classroom in complete bewilderment.

"What is she trying to do?"

"Can this even be aired!"

"That’s a young and strong guy, and he really can’t break free from her grip?"

"Director, what should we do, should we send a couple more NPCs to help?"

...

Everyone was so shocked by Nora Scott’s actions that they could hardly sit still.

This is a show filming, for goodness sake!

Pay attention to the Heavenly Immortal image, please!

Men and women have differences, ahhh!

The director stared at the monitor intently, and after a moment, he spoke in a deep voice: "Wait a bit longer."

Everyone took a deep breath and continued to watch.

Through the monitor, they saw Nora Scott ignoring the zombie’s howls, quickly unbuckling its belt and pulling it off, then—

At lightning speed, through the iron door, she used the belt to tie up the zombie’s hands that had reached in.

Zombie: ??? Mom, I don’t want to play anymore!

Production crew: ??? What the heck, is this even a thing?!