Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 764 - 481: Inviting Nora Scott to the Stage to Explain the Problems [Part 2]

Chapter 764: Chapter 481: Inviting Nora Scott to the Stage to Explain the Problems [Part 2]

The class progress at First Affiliated High School is very fast; all courses concluded before the end of sophomore year, and some subjects have already begun review. Now, it’s all about revision.

For the prep class, basic knowledge can be skipped, focusing directly on key and difficult points.

Joseph Sutton adapted surprisingly well to this teaching method; once the bell rang, he handed out the test papers and smoothly got into the groove.

Nora Scott secretly took two photos and sent them to Sir Sutton—David Sutton.

[Sir Sutton]: Are you dating in the classroom?

[Sir Sutton]: How romantic.

Nora Scott: "..."

Within two minutes, Nora Scott silently retracted the photos and then pretended to disappear.

David Sutton was obviously used to it; it was rare for Nora Scott to reach out to him for a chat, so he continued messaging her.

[Sir Sutton]: How’s his teaching?

[Sir Sutton]: Does he seem like a teacher?

...

Nora Scott opened Marcus Shaw’s game and saw Sir Sutton’s persistent messages causing disturbance. She lamented her itchy fingers and then slightly leaned over to tap Oliver Scott’s desk.

Oliver Scott had just finished handing out test papers and turned to look at her.

Nora Scott asked: "How’s your brother Sutton’s teaching going?"

"Too hardcore." Oliver Scott’s head slightly leaned closer to her, lowered his voice, and said honestly, "Girls listen to him because of his looks, guys listen to pick faults... I mean, why does my brother Sutton, who’s so awesome, even want to be a teacher?"

Nora Scott pondered, "Probably for job security."

"..."

Oliver Scott was stunned.

He pretended to believe her.

Nora Scott replied to David Sutton, symbolically praising Joseph Sutton a few words, then looked up to see Joseph Sutton’s conflicted gaze sweeping over, holding a half-piece of chalk.

Nora Scott smiled.

Joseph Sutton’s temple vein bulged briefly, held back, and turned to the blackboard to write.

"Oh, sis—"

Oliver Scott leaned in this time.

The classroom was spacious and few people were there, so there was a certain distance between seats, making whispering especially noticeable. Typical students would choose to pass notes or chat via phone directly.

Nora Scott simply leaned half her body over.

"We can’t reach Mr. Flynn anymore. Since we got the trophy and told him a few days ago, he hasn’t responded, and when we called him the next day, the number was disconnected." Oliver Scott said, "He lives alone, my brother and I are worried about something happening to him. Today is Friday; we’re planning to go to his place after school. Do you want to come?"

Since Nora Scott had asked about Glenn Flynn a few times, and she was there, Oliver Scott took the opportunity to ask her.

Nora Scott thought for two seconds and responded readily, "Sure."

...

Even in the prep class, students immersed in learning paid no mind to outside matters. Quite a few knew Nora Scott.

They had good self-control, occasionally passing notes to discuss how beautiful Nora Scott was or stealthily glancing at her in admiration, but mostly they listened attentively to lessons.

No waves were stirred.

Even whispers were rare.

—Of course, this was related to the distance between seats.

Nora Scott focused on playing games with her Bluetooth headset, ignoring everything until—

"Help me explain these two problems."

Joseph Sutton suddenly pressed a test paper onto Nora Scott’s desk.

Nora Scott looked up: ???

Joseph Sutton lowered his voice, "My grandma’s having some trouble; I need to head back."

"Oh."

Nora Scott answered without hesitation.

However, until Joseph Sutton walked out of the classroom, Nora Scott took off her headphones and faced the gazes of over twenty pairs of eyes, realizing belatedly—

She’s teaching?!

Oliver Scott leaned on his desk and almost burst out laughing, taking a while to quietly say to Nora Scott: "Sis, good luck."

Marcus Shaw also glanced over, feeling like laughing but managed to hold it in as his lips curled a bit.

He also said, "Good luck."

"Oh, oh, oh—Beauty sis is giving a lecture! Giving a lecture!"

Finally, Steve Singleton got up directly, leaned against the wall, and started clapping loudly.

"God Z! God Z!"

"Fairy, is Mr. Sutton your boyfriend?!"

"Lecture! Lecture! Sis, we’re rooting for you!"

On a summer afternoon, students dozing sleepily and lethargically found that this sudden change had swept away all their sleepiness. Most present were now highly energized.

Especially the boys, cheering like it was a holiday.

If it weren’t for class president Oliver Scott’s timely insistence on quiet, teachers from neighboring classes might have come over to complain.

However, some girls weren’t pleased, gathering quietly amidst the commotion to mutter softly.

"Mr. Sutton must be crazy, letting Nora Scott teach? She didn’t even get into college."

"Didn’t some deity online analyze that it’s all a persona? Pretending so long they think they’re actually capable."

"What’s Mr. Sutton thinking? These last two major problems are so difficult; Nora probably can’t even solve them, let alone explain."

"Exactly, if she could solve them, she would’ve gotten into college."

...

Girls... Especially those pretty and academically successful girls harbor a certain disdain and hostility towards vase-like figures such as Nora Scott. Moreover, there are plenty of both good and bad news about Nora Scott online; they don’t immerse themselves in the internet due to study, casually skimming through. Clearly, they held certain biases against Nora Scott.

Nora Scott caught a few whispers.

Raising her hand, she touched her ear, tossing her headphones and phone onto the desk, then taking a breath, picked up the test paper, and directly headed to the podium.

"Here she comes..."

Oliver Scott whispered, feeling mysterious.

Marcus Shaw heard faint sounds and curiously turned back to glance.

Oliver Scott explained: "Sis is activating her face-slapping mode again."

Leaning back, Marcus Shaw reclined against Oliver Scott’s desk and slightly turned his head, furrowing his brow: "...So why didn’t she get into college?"

Anyone who’s visited Nora Scott’s study could affirm—Nora isn’t a failure academically.

Moreover, earlier, when Nora Scott was going through his materials answering questions, her writing couldn’t have been any smoother, with solution steps unskipped, matching standard answers.

"You don’t know?" Oliver Scott asked surprised, "She applied to Capital Tech, took a leave of absence in sophomore year."

"..." That made sense.

Marcus Shaw paused and asked, "How do you know?"

Oliver Scott stated matter-of-factly: "I asked my brother-in-law."

If you don’t understand, isn’t it common sense to ask?

Taciturn Marcus Shaw: "..."