Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 857 - 557: Live Broadcast [05] Nora Scott: I Clout-Chased Myself Again

[Never accepted a disciple? Are you just saying this casually or joking? Master Julian Linfield, your last disciple is still at the scene!]

[Even with the biggest courage, Rosa Sullivan wouldn’t dare lie like this in front of a national audience, right? Why would Julian Linfield say that? In front of Nora Scott, Rosa Sullivan keeps calling him "Master." Nora Scott must know Rosa Sullivan and Julian Linfield are master and disciple, so Linfield wouldn’t need to deny Rosa Sullivan to deceive Nora Scott.]

[I’m so confused! What’s actually going on! I’m dying of curiosity!]

[Julian Linfield: Schrödinger’s Rosa Sullivan.]

[Thinking carefully, Rosa Sullivan’s way of addressing is so strange. Calls him Master when Linfield is not there, but calls him Professor Linfield when he’s present. Very suspicious!]

[??? What kind of weird trickery is this! In front of a national audience, pulling the wool over Professor Linfield’s eyes, and deceiving everyone?!]

[Impossible! A lot of people know about this, if it’s really a lie, would Julian Linfield be unaware?]

[Can’t say for sure, Julian Linfield is clearly out of touch with the world. If the news reached his ears, he’d have to ask Rosa Sullivan, and it’s possible Sullivan could gloss over it and keep him in the dark.]

[Rosa Sullivan appearing with Julian Linfield in the broadcast, and daring to portray herself as Linfield’s disciple? That’s too daring! Too risky!]

[Although risky, if she gets away with it, it’s a done deal. Even if Julian Linfield wants to deny Rosa Sullivan as his disciple, he probably wouldn’t have a way. At most, issue a statement to expel Rosa Sullivan from the sect. But he’s been behind the times for so long, isn’t public opinion still controlled by Rosa Sullivan?]

...

The live broadcast room was filled with endless arguments.

In the huge live broadcast room, once a quarrel starts, it’s more than just spamming, the comments are overwhelming and impossible to follow. Soon, some people announced they’d move to forums, Zhihu, Weibo, and the posts quickly went viral, attracting a huge amount of attention due to the incredible number of viewers and the bizarre nature of the event.

However, the parties involved were blissfully unaware, and the staff was enjoying their meal, completely oblivious.

Under the eaves.

"Then you’re quite pitiful," Nora Scott finished with sympathy and then felt a bit smug, "My disciple is well-behaved."

Julian Linfield: "..." Seriously, you’re boasting now?!

"Let’s drink tea instead of wine." With a sympathetic heart, Nora Scott lifted Linfield’s teacup with both hands and said, "Once I teach you ’Destructive Demoness,’ we’ll part ways."

Throwing her a sidelong glance, Julian Linfield snatched the teacup, downed the tea in one go.

Wiping his mouth, he said, "If you’re apprenticing under me, you ought to learn ’Cloud Flow,’ right?"

Nora Scott: "..."

[Hahaha, if she has to learn ’Cloud Flow,’ this master-disciple relationship might never end.]

[The old man is ruthless! That piece is so hard, Nora Scott wouldn’t be able to learn it in her life!]

[Congratulations to Julian Linfield and Nora Scott for evolving from friends to master and disciple! Also, can someone explain how many good disciples Master Linfield actually has!]

[Look at us! Look at us! Please clarify!]

[The production team is impressive, directly dropping over twenty million fans, is a meal really more important than us?]

...

The audience in the live broadcast room went crazy in the barrage, scratching their heads in frustration, while the guests and staff in the bamboo house remained calm and quite at ease.

As the meal came to a close.

Julian Linfield suddenly brought up another topic, "What were you drawing last night, doing some design work?"

Nora Scott looked at him in surprise, thinking she should respect her mentor, and didn’t retort but slowly replied, "Drawing comics."

"Oh," Julian Linfield nodded, "Do you have any readers?"

Nora Scott: "..."

Antonio Easton was no more, and now there was another Julian Linfield.

——In their eyes, she’s probably considered sloppy and unaccomplished no matter what she does.

[Hahaha Master Linfield is killing me with laughter.]

[Here’s a joke: God Z, do you have any readers?]

[Is Nora Scott really so low-key in life, having such a good relationship with Julian Linfield, yet Linfield doesn’t know she draws comics, and has good outcomes too?!]

Julian Linfield asked again, "What’s your pen name?"

Nora Scott didn’t even raise her eyelids, "Zero."

"The name sounds familiar..." Julian Linfield stroked his beard, pondering, and then clapped his hands, "Oh, I remember now, someone contacted me recently about a comic by someone named Zero that’s getting animated, called ’Death Legend,’ and asked me to compose the soundtrack—"

As he spoke, Julian Linfield glanced at Nora Scott a few times, shaking his head, "The work’s getting animated, it should be doing well. Maybe you should change your name, to avoid being accused of imposture."

"..."

Nora Scott was inexplicably filled with frustration.

[Hahahahahaha I can’t take it anymore, I’m bowing to the old man!]

[Old man, wake up, your disciple is the top tier in the comic + entertainment circles! She’s Zero herself! She really doesn’t lack readers!]

[Nora Scott: Damn, am I crashing into myself again?]

[Nora Scott, reflect properly, why does everyone instinctively think you’re an underachiever! You don’t have that boss vibe!]

[Heavenly Immortal needs to be cold and aloof, establish a boss persona, listen to me, reduce this stereotype, okay?]

...

After finishing her last bite, Nora Scott put her bowl and chopsticks into the insulated box and said calmly, "It’s me."

"What?"

Julian Linfield didn’t react.

Nora paused, looked at him intently, and said word by word, "The one drawing ’Death Legend’, Zero, is me."

Julian was slightly stunned.

After a while, he sighed.

"Actually, when I was young, I used to dream that the achievements of those great artists were mine..." Upon saying this, under Nora’s incredulous gaze, he raised his hand to pat her shoulder, speaking earnestly, "It’s nothing, as long as you work hard and stay grounded."

Nora: "..."

[God Z: ???]

[I finally understand why Nora Scott wanted to livestream to prove she is God Z! Even her own master doesn’t believe her!]

[Hahaha, so funny, Master Linfield, give my God Z some credit, if she gets hit by you again, she’ll probably flip and not recognize people, and confront you!]

[Heavenly Immortal is living too pitifully, why does no one believe her, ahh, too sad, I want to take her home and comfort her.]

...

Nora couldn’t be bothered with him, she picked up two insulated containers and left without a word.

Luckily, a staff member passing by overheard their conversation and was dumbfounded. After Nora left, he finally came to his senses, approached Julian, nervously confirming that Nora’s words were true, that she really was the legendary Zero, a very amazing comic artist.

Julian eventually believed it, but his expression seemed a bit reluctant.

Amusing the audience to tears.

Later, after dinner, the production team finally realized during Julian and Nora’s conversation, a big news story was created—barrage questions; a reservation for a trending topic on Weibo; posts flying around, all revolving around the question of whether Rosa Sullivan is truly Julian Linfield’s disciple.

The staff who hadn’t watched the stream were completely puzzled. They later scrolled through the internet to find viewers’ livestream recordings to understand the cause and effect.

"What’s going on, should we ask Master Linfield and Rosa Sullivan?"

The assistant director, holding a phone, frowned and asked the director.

After some thought, the director shook his head, "Let’s leave it for now, pretend we don’t know. After the livestream ends, we’ll tell Rosa Sullivan and let her handle it herself."

If Julian and Rosa were truly master and disciple, the director would definitely find a chance to tell Rosa Sullivan, letting her interact with Julian during the livestream to clarify this rumor. However, the scene earlier when Rosa was eating alone made the director feel something was off, leading to a suspicion in his mind.

There was a possibility that Rosa Sullivan was lying.

If the master-disciple relationship were false, once they told Rosa Sullivan, they wouldn’t need to record the rest of the program, as Rosa would certainly not be in the right state.

The assistant director, understanding the urgency and importance, nodded, "Alright then. We’ll tell her after filming is done."

He then instructed everyone, making sure the staff who knew about it kept their mouths shut and didn’t mention it, especially not to let Rosa Sullivan find out.

Thus, under the production team’s cover-up, an unaware Rosa Sullivan changed outfits, carefully preparing for the upcoming performance with Julian Linfield.

She and Julian would perform together; she with the bamboo flute, Julian with the long flute, in the courtyard. The production team had decorated the courtyard in the afternoon, hanging lanterns and curtains, setting a very delicate scene with a quaint and classical taste.

Rosa Sullivan appeared calm and composed but was actually a little nervous.

—Although Julian had taught her skills, she never had the experience of performing with him.

This was the first time.

Dressed in a white traditional outfit, Rosa Sullivan, holding her bamboo flute, approached Julian Linfield and softly said, "Professor Linfield, I’m ready."

"Oh, go sit down." Julian said perfunctorily, pointing to the seat in the middle of the venue, then glanced around, finally spotting Nora emerging from the study, and hastily called out, "Where did you go, hurry over!"

"Getting ready to remove makeup and change clothes..." Nora walked closer, somewhat confused, "What do you need me for?"

The last performance segment was supposed to be a duo showcase by Julian and Rosa, there shouldn’t be a need for her to appear.

Julian said, "We need a background dancer."

Nora laughed, "I can’t dance."

Giving her a sidelong glance, Julian coldly snorted and said, "Sword Dance."