Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 634 - 382: Beautiful and Kindhearted, Our Immortal Scott [Second Update]
Master?
Guru?
Damn it, let them all go to hell.
"It’s really not about whether you care or not," Nora pondered, "The documentary is a small production. If we use your name, we might be able to ride a wave of popularity."
Julian was choked up, "Is it, really?"
"Yeah, really."
Nora nodded, unable to stand his smugness.
Julian snorted, "Your playing sounds terrible, why should I let you ride my popularity?"
Nora: "..."
"Let’s go, let’s go, time to open the shop."
Julian surly turned off the video.
Nora picked up the phone fixed in front, pressed the lock button, and tossed it aside.
The bamboo flute spun twice in her hand, Nora raised an eyebrow, and in the soft light, she brightly asked Pedro Langley, "Do I really sound so bad?"
"..."
Pedro pondered for a while, deciding not to comment.
"..."
Nora fell silent.
After a moment, she, determined not to give up, picked up the bamboo flute again.
Pedro rubbed his forehead in surrender, "Actually, we could try another instrument, like... the piano?"
Pausing her movement, Nora said flatly, "Not interested, too boring."
"Guitar?"
Nora looked up, "I can play."
"Drums?"
"Also can."
"..." Pedro paused slightly, sincerely suggesting, "Perhaps change direction."
The bamboo flute tapped in her palm, Nora tilted her head slightly, casually threatening, "Do you want to have a fight?"
"No."
Pedro wisely stated his position.
With a light snort, Nora commanded, "Turn around, take a right, to the kitchen, and make three bowls of noodles, with an extra egg for Marcus Shaw."
Pedro: "..."
Because Nora needed Marcus Shaw to take first place, Pedro became the lowest creature in the house.
This opportunistic, trashy woman.
*
Nora tirelessly practiced the bamboo flute.
No other motives, she hadn’t fallen in love with the bamboo flute because of constant setbacks; she just wanted to learn this piece "Destructive Demoness" by Julian.
Thanks to her strong mental resilience, Julian’s and Pedro’s evaluations and attitude didn’t weigh on her mind at all.
— If everything goes smoothly in life, that would be too boring.
It’s precisely because of what she isn’t good at, that when she overcomes and challenges herself, she gains a sense of achievement.
Amid the noise Nora created, Pedro calmly made three bowls of noodles, and as Nora instructed, added an extra egg for Marcus Shaw.
Marcus Shaw, called over to eat the noodles, suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure in this one egg.
His sister...
really takes things seriously.
"I’m going to see Crystal Hughes today and will drop you off at school on the way."
Nora, not fond of eating meat in the morning, picked a chopstick-full of shredded meat from Pedro’s bowl and ate it without hesitation.
"..."
Pedro wordlessly looked on, giving her the rest of the shredded meat.
"Yeah."
Marcus Shaw responded, having long been used to such interactions between the two, taking it in stride.
After finishing the shredded meat, Nora also gave Pedro a chopstick-full of noodles, saying, "If I can make it to the exhibition this afternoon, I’ll drop by."
Today, Pedro was going to participate in a technology exhibition in Fenton City, an annual tech event where advanced technology companies from various countries showcase their products. Such exhibitions are mostly held abroad, but due to national tech developments in recent years, they are now held domestically as well.
Victor Technology’s latest drones will be exhibited at the event.
However, Pedro was attending the exhibition simply because he was interested.
Pedro was slightly surprised, "Weren’t you not interested?"
Nora logically countered, "Aren’t you interested?"
She lowered her head, ate a mouthful of noodles, and slowly said, "Learning a bit doesn’t waste much time."
Pedro was momentarily stunned, then he smiled.
"..."
Marcus Shaw buried himself in eating the noodles, pretending not to have heard anything.
A moment later, Nora suddenly thought of something and asked, "By the way, does Victor Technology research rescue drones?"
"Yes."
"Well, can you tell Camilo Nogueira that I’d like to order a thousand units?"
Clamping some pickled radishes with her chopsticks, Nora casually mentioned it.
Pedro was stunned, "For what purpose?"
"To donate to a rescue team," Nora said offhandedly, noticing the puzzled glances from the two and had to explain further, "A few days ago, it rained heavily around Julian’s home, causing floods and landslides. That rescue team participated voluntarily, resulting in two deaths and several injuries. Julian said that with rescue drones, the situation might have been better."
"..."
Marcus Shaw and Pedro silently looked at her, at a loss for words.
Julian might have casually mentioned it.
Nora seemed to make a casual decision.
— She appeared to do these things often, so mentioning it at the dining table led to a quick decision, without treating it as a big deal.
Today, the Immortal Scott was shining.
*
Classes at the First Affiliated High School start at eight. After dropping off Marcus Shaw, it was still early when Nora arrived at Crystal Hughes’s house, where they were making breakfast.
"Nora!"
Opening the door was still Andrew Hughes.
Nora ruffled his hair, "Hey, playing truant again?"
"...Had permission."
Andrew Hughes needed to clarify to avoid giving Nora a bad impression.
Switching to slippers, Nora lazily asked, "Any difference?"
"..."
Andrew Hughes blinked.
Nora leisurely explained, "You’re still not at school, still not attending classes."
Andrew Hughes: "..."
"I’m taking him out this afternoon, so I asked him to not attend classes," Crystal Hughes said, bringing a steaming tray from the kitchen and smiling at Nora, "Just made meat buns and steamed rolls. Gonna fry some dough sticks later, do you want some?"
"Sure."
Nora said without hesitation.
The noodles Pedro cooked were too bland, and not wanting to hurt his self-esteem by pointing it out, she had to protest through action — dumping most of the noodles into Pedro’s bowl.
Now she was hungry.
Andrew Hughes, who was about to pour tea for Nora, caught the hint and shuffled over with his short legs, looking up to ask Nora, "Sis, didn’t Marcus make you breakfast?"
"He needs to study."
Andrew Hughes frowned, strongly disapproving, "Studying isn’t more important than sis."
"..."
Nora was taken aback by his logic.
This bookworm, engrossed in learning, could actually say something like this?
Crystal Hughes, who had turned into the kitchen, saw Andrew’s enthusiastic performance, comforting Andrew’s high emotional intelligence, but also felt a slight heartache over Andrew’s adoration for Nora.
If only Nora were twenty years younger, she would wholeheartedly support this match...
"Sis, eat breakfast."
Pulling Nora to sit at the dining table, Andrew Hughes brought over a cup of tea, kneeling on the chair, and pushed the tray towards Nora.
His eagerness was all too apparent.
After doing all this, he hopped off the dining chair, turned, and ran to the bedroom.
"What about you?"
Nora called after him.
"I’ll be right back!"
Andrew replied, and in the next moment, he ran into the bedroom.
He rummaged through a drawer to find his phone, charged it, turned it on, and immediately went onto WeChat to message Marcus Shaw.
[Andrew Hughes]: Marcus, why didn’t you make breakfast for Nora?
[Andrew Hughes]: Don’t do that next time.
Being not yet five years old, but familiar with many words, Andrew Hughes was already very adept at typing on his phone.
After sending the message, aware that Marcus wouldn’t reply immediately, Andrew put down the phone and ran out of the study.
After a while, Marcus replied.
[Marcus Shaw]: ...
