Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 617 - 372: !!!

For a moment, emotions were hard to describe.

However, compared to when they were trapped for more than two or three hours in the first round, they had not even spent an hour this time; there was no need to rush. What’s more, for some reason, the zombies had stayed in the corridor for so long, and none of them had come out, so the tension had eased a lot.

So, the three at the front door earnestly solved puzzles, while the three at the back door focused on learning the improper skills of "door slipping and lock picking."

After ten minutes or so at the front door, they finally solved the puzzle.

No time to rejoice—

"Ah ah ah, it opened!"

Clement Winter waved a card excitedly at the back door.

The three at the front door: "..."

After a moment, Anastasia was eager to try, "Although this skill... well, I actually want to learn it too. In case I forget my keys at home later, it would be useful."

Hearing this, Nora Scott glanced back and smiled, "So, still remember to lock the door before going out."

"..."

With one sentence, the height of this craft was elevated.

Nice!

Now that all six were liberated, logically, they should enter other rooms and challenge the next puzzle.

However—

Just as everyone relaxed, several doors suddenly opened.

Everyone looked up only to see the front and back doors of the other classrooms opened, and the zombies hidden inside came rushing out. Even the stairs leading to the fifth floor were filled with zombies.

"Ahhhh—"

"Ahhhh—"

Screams from both sides echoed in their ears.

Nora Scott felt deafened, with her ears temporarily losing hearing.

The screamers were Clement Winter and Diana Johnson standing on either side of her.

Just moments ago, Nora had been running around, barely concerned about the zombies, her expression calm and composed. However, Clement Winter, who had been the first to rush into the classroom, suddenly grabbed her and pulled her inside.

At the same time, he slammed the door shut.

The zombies that followed were shut out behind the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The classroom door was beaten loudly.

Nora Scott watched this scene blankly.

"Lucky we hid quickly."

Clement patted his chest, feeling the fierce pounding of his frightened heart.

Diana gasped for breath, looked ahead, and saw that the three at the front door had also come in and locked the iron door, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Miss Sullivan!"

She beckoned to Rosa Sullivan and trotted over.

Rosa Sullivan glanced at her indifferently.

Showing no enthusiasm.

Anastasia locked the door lock again and, seeing the zombies pawing at the iron door, found the scene too stimulating and closed the wooden door as well, reducing the visual impact a bit.

"Now the whole hallway is full of people, we can’t get out, and they can’t get in." After doing all this, she came back to her senses and discussed with the other five, "We’re trapped here, how do we break the situation?"

Thinking for a moment, Rosa Sullivan said, "Let’s first integrate the information each of us has gathered."

Saying this, Rosa Sullivan’s eyes flashed slightly, deliberately looking at Nora Scott, and asked, "Nora, you came out directly from the back door, did you check the clues in the classroom you were in?"

"Yeah, these clues are quite important. Sometimes missing a part will leave the entire storyline incomplete, and we might not be able to escape due to missing key information." Another teacher nodded in agreement.

Rosa Sullivan continued, "In this situation, it’s troublesome to go back and look."

Between the lines, she seemed to be concerned with "solving the puzzle."

But there was an implicit intent to challenge Nora Scott.

Nora had been using all kinds of unexpected tricks to play the game, which might be very interesting at first and draw all the attention to her...

But this was not a show about "playing games with novel methods."

The program focused heavily on the main storyline, requiring guests to solve puzzles to gradually unfold the story while breaking through.

It was a show that required brainpower.

Nora’s antics drew attention but overlooked intelligence information, which contradicted the original intent of the game.

Rosa actually didn’t believe that Nora could have obtained important information in such a short time.

—Probably because she was focused on finding novel ways to unlock things.

"We really can’t get out." Anastasia wiped her face.

With the conversation between the two, and recalling Nora’s unlocking skills—Anastasia was directly misled, convinced that Nora hadn’t obtained any clues.

"Yeah," Diana was also led off course, holding her face in panic, "What if the classroom Sist... Miss Scott was in has crucial information?"

"If you’re talking about clues..."

Nora began slowly, pacing toward the podium, "I’ve gathered all the ones in that classroom."

???

All gathered?

All four were taken aback.

Nora stepped up to the podium, picked up the blackboard eraser, and started erasing the marks on the blackboard—

"Wait!"

Rosa Sullivan frowned and stopped her.

Then Rosa reminded her, "The blackboard has clues, don’t erase them."

"..."

Nora ignored her.

She continued erasing the chalk marks on the blackboard, chalk dust fell, staining her fingers white.

"Nora!"

"Sist... Miss Scott, what are you doing? There are clues on the blackboard!"

"Girl, what’s wrong with you? What if you erase crucial information!"

...

The other three shouted anxiously at her.

"Hey," Nora paused, slightly turned her head, and looked at them calmly, "If you’re talking about that math problem, the answer is 1221. Those colorful patterns left are for character relationship puzzles, I’ll draw you a detailed one later."

"..."

Their words died abruptly.

???

Are you an insider sent by the show?

Clement simply found a desk, sat down, and, like a well-behaved student, propped his chin with one hand, earnestly watching Nora, and asked, "Miss Scott, did you read the script?"

"No."

Nora replied calmly, continuing to erase the letters on the board.

Clement rubbed his face, quietly reminding her, "That was a calculus problem just now..."

"Uh-huh."

Nora kept erasing.

"You figured out the answer in one glance?" Clement eagerly stared at her.

"..." Pausing to think, Nora reflected for a moment, then said, "There’s a kid at home preparing for college, and I just happened to see the exact same problem."

???

!!!

Yeah, right!

The problem covered half the blackboard, and you not only scanned it instantly but also recalled where you had seen it? Oh, and conveniently, you even remembered the answer...

Nora wasn’t sure how to explain it to them.

Even though she had temporarily left school...

It didn’t mean she had abandoned her studies.

Moreover, the study of Mechanical Techniques requires a certain foundation in science, especially in mathematics, where calculation skills are particularly important.

This wasn’t a high-IQ program; the questions were very basic, any college student could answer them—

It was probably meant for Anastasia to solve.

Nora merely glanced and figured out the answer... what could she say?

"Nora, aren’t you the real glitch?" Anastasia covered her face, not knowing what to say.

"From a certain point of view—"

After erasing the last of the chalk marks, Nora tossed the eraser onto the podium.

"Bang."

The eraser fell into the podium desk hole.

At the same time, Nora’s lazy and casual voice sounded, "I guess so."

"..."

Rosa Sullivan’s expression subtly changed.

In this variety show, Rosa Sullivan was the truly recognized "glitch."—Acknowledged by the audience.

Anastasia intended it as a joke, yet Nora, knowing Rosa was present, responded so brazenly...

It seemed like an intentional "scene-stealing" act.

Clement covered his face.

Miss Scott, you’re bound to attract criticism like this...