Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 526 - 323: Let’s Be Destructive Demonesses

Chapter 526: Chapter 323: Let’s Be Destructive Demonesses

"Can anyone sleep with this noise?"

Marcus Shaw furrowed his eyebrows.

Anyone who can sleep with this noise is probably deaf. Running five kilometers downstairs would be more relaxing.

"You know," Oliver Scott yawned, continued lying down, and spoke unhurriedly, "Do you know the biggest difference between a top student and a school bully?"

Marcus Shaw shot a cold glance at him and emphasized, "I’m the top of the grade."

"..."

The school bully didn’t play by the rules, and Oliver Scott was taken aback.

Listening to the intermittent, inconsistent, and off-key bamboo flute sound, Oliver Scott sighed and then offered, "There’s a magical item in this world called earplugs."

Marcus Shaw paused.

Oliver Scott forced himself to sit up, stretched lazily, and said, "There are two boxes of earplugs in the right drawer of the study desk, placed conspicuously. I guess they’re prepared for you. You probably didn’t even know."

Marcus Shaw: "..."

Chattering away so early in the morning, talking so much it might suffocate him.

Pulled on some running-appropriate sportswear, Marcus Shaw walked out of the bedroom with a blank expression.

Except, as he passed by Nora Scott’s bedroom door, he paused in his steps and couldn’t help but glance inside.

*

In the small study.

The same bamboo flute, the same video call.

Except in the video, the weather wasn’t as good as usual. There was no bright morning light; the sky was gloomy. Last night’s rain had washed the courtyard clean, leaving some puddles, but the greenery was lush, and the air was fresh. Amidst the grayish tones, there was still a different kind of beauty.

Julian Linfield set up his phone, sat cross-legged under the eaves, poured a cup of oolong tea, and placed two plates of pastries, leisurely enjoying his tea.

Nora Scott finished playing a tune, waiting for Julian Linfield’s feedback.

Julian Linfield did not disappoint.

Setting down the teacup, rolling up his loose sleeves to the elbows, he glanced at Nora Scott sideways.

"Some people can master a craft even with inconsistent effort." Julian Linfield spoke leisurely, then pointed to himself, "Like me."

Nora Scott: "..."

So you can praise yourself like this.

I’ve learned something new.

"Some people learn every day, practice every day, yet get worse day by day—"

"Like me."

Nora Scott chimed in naturally.

"Smart!" Julian Linfield praised, earnestly advising, "Why stress yourself? Why insist on learning the bamboo flute? If you want to cultivate your mind with music, you could go play the erhu—"

"I have an erhu certificate."

Nora Scott interrupted confidently.

"Do you believe I can get you a stack of certificates tomorrow? I’ll bury you with them!" Julian Linfield glared over, sparing no sarcasm, "Can your house’s erhu even make a sound?"

He just knew she could play the erhu but never heard her play it!

She took that test ten years ago!

Whether she can smoothly play a tune is still in question.

Nora Scott smiled, "Its soul is with me."

"..."

Overestimated her.

Turns out, there isn’t even an erhu at home!

Julian Linfield sighed, "I’ll give you this bamboo flute, and I never expected you to produce a sound from it. Really. I just fancied your creativity to install a mechanism inside the bamboo flute."

"..."

Nora Scott let him mock her, too lazy to respond.

Every day after she played, Julian Linfield would deliver this speech, feeling satisfied after saying it, and would still give her a pointer or two.

She lifted the bamboo flute again and played.

Julian Linfield seemed exasperated, "Tell me, what will it take for you to give up?"

"I’ve gotten addicted to learning, won’t give up."

"Then the days when I can’t hear the sounds of nature but must endure your noise that insults my profession every morning at six, when will they end?"

"Once I learn a piece." Nora Scott thought for a moment and said, "Something simple yet nice."

Julian Linfield leaned over, sincerely questioning, "Young lady, do you think you can learn it?"

"That depends on your ability." Nora Scott shifted all the responsibility back onto him.

"..."

If she learns it, it’s her talent; if not, it’s all his fault.

Attractive people are always this unreasonable.

Julian Linfield stared at her.

After a long while, Julian Linfield compromised, "You said it."

"Yeah."

Nora Scott replied.

Across the screen, Julian Linfield pointed at her and said, "Just wait."

With that, he disappeared from the video.

Nora Scott was puzzled.

With Julian Linfield gone, she continued playing the flute regardless of being in tune or not, committed to finishing to the end.

After playing a tune twice, she was about to start the third round when she heard some footsteps.

She paused.

Then, Julian Linfield appeared in the video, sat cross-legged, and ripped a piece of paper, holding it in front of the phone.

He urged, "Hurry up, take a screenshot."

Upon hearing this, Nora Scott didn’t move but took a closer look and found it was a sheet of music.

Scanning the beginning, she curiously asked, "Just wrote it?"

"What else?"

Behind the paper, Julian Linfield’s snide response was heard.

Nora Scott raised an eyebrow with a smile, "Wrote it for me?"

Julian Linfield was taken aback by her shamelessness, removed the paper, and shoved his face up close, "As a Destructive Demoness, can you not be so thick-skinned?"

"...I can."

Nora Scott beamed brightly.

"...Alright," Julian Linfield looked at her, shook his head, sighed, and pushed the paper again, "Just for you, hurry and take a screenshot!"

"Okay."

Nora Scott quickly took the screenshot.

Thus, after going through multiple bamboo flute entry-level songs, Nora Scott finally settled on her first bamboo flute entry-level song to learn.

...

The weekend plan was fully packed.

In the morning, learn the bamboo flute; during the day, practice acting; in the evening, take walks around the community and enjoy Loughton’s flute performances. After dinner, Nora Scott mostly stayed in the small study preparing for next week’s comic updates.

In between, Nora Scott took a morning to find Andrew Hughes to fulfill a promise, buying Crystal Hughes a ring.

Such a normal rhythm made the plan discussed by a group of people on Friday night seem like nothing more than talking on paper.

*

Monday morning.

Biel Security Industries Co., Ltd.

At precisely nine o’clock, Nora Scott drove to the company, greeted by the morning sun.

This time, instead of parking at the entrance, after showing her credentials, she drove straight in and picked a parking space.

However—

As soon as her car entered, the stern-faced, expressionless security guard at the gate quickly picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Chief Scott is here, report complete."

On the other side: ???

Damn, why didn’t we get a heads-up?

A minute later, Amy Mansfield received a call in an office on the fourth floor.

After hanging up, Amy Mansfield furrowed her brows, looking serious as if facing a formidable enemy.

—Wasn’t this woman supposed to be all about formality, giving a heads-up before coming? Why is she showing up unannounced this time?!