Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 863 - 561: Live Broadcast [09] Nora Scott Spoils Her Fans, Rosa Sullivan Courts Disaster [Second Update]

Nora Scott wasn’t paying attention to the online drama.

After the livestream ended last night, she explained a bit about livestreaming to Julian Linfield, had her usual chit-chat with Pedro Langley over the phone, then washed up and went to bed.

She knew that continuously livestreaming with Julian would definitely spark discussions, but keeping track of everything would be too time-consuming, so she simply ignored it. To her, whatever was said online had no impact.

[Oh my, you didn’t know?]

[Didn’t Julian say he never took on any students? The netizens speculated that Rosa Sullivan was a fake student, but then Rosa turned around and clarified it, even congratulating you on becoming her junior sister.]

[Sister, don’t you pay any attention to the things you stir up yourself?!]

...

With the help of many enthusiastic netizens, Nora finally got the story straight.

At the same time, she recalled that Julian did say — "I haven’t taken on any students yet. Can’t you let me experience what it feels like to have one?"

She was sure that Julian didn’t acknowledge Rosa as his student. However, Rosa called Julian "Master" so confidently that Nora suspected there might be another story behind it, but she didn’t think too deeply, nor did she intend to dig further. Who would have thought that this was aired during the livestream and caused such a stir online?

"Be my senior sister..." Nora smirked, "Does she even deserve it?"

[...]

[Classic you.]

[Classic you. +1]

[Classic you. +2]

...

[Is it because you two don’t get along, or is there another reason?]

[Sister, please explain, I’m dying of curiosity.]

[She gained another 300,000 followers last night due to the buzz, Heavenly Immortal, please clarify!]

...

"I don’t know." Nora lightly brushed it off, "This has nothing to do with me."

Even if Julian did take Rosa as his student, Nora would never recognize Rosa as her "senior sister."

Counting her three senior sisters, each one was more capable than the last, and Rosa... truly doesn’t measure up.

Since she didn’t know the whole story, if she had privately asked Julian about it, she might have had something to say. But not knowing any details and confronting Julian right in the livestream might lead to complications if there were any unspeakable things, so she decided not to get involved in this mess.

Just then, the first customer arrived, "Sister, you’re here again! Is grandpa’s business better today?"

It was a little boy with a schoolbag, about six or seven years old, on his way to school. Seeing Nora at the door, he happily ran over, his eyes full of twinkling stars showing his fondness for Nora.

Nora said, "Same as always."

"Oh." The little boy nodded, took out ten bucks from his pocket, "This is my breakfast money from my mom, Sister, I want to buy two sesame buns. I don’t need the buns, can you give me a kiss?"

"No."

"Why not?" The little boy looked a bit disappointed.

"Grandpa’s sesame bun shop isn’t worth selling myself for." Nora bent down slightly, flicked his forehead with her finger, "Go buy breakfast next door, we’re not selling here."

"Ah, why not sell them?"

Nora replied seriously, "It’s against my conscience to corrupt the young generation."

The little boy: "..."

[Sister, how many little kids do you actually know?]

[Hahaha, Nora’s mysterious network, I actually saw it in the livestream.]

[I’m shocked! An old man still has a conscience!]

[Performing, not selling oneself, I’d say that’s quite principled!]

[Rosa Sullivan! Look at me! Sister, say something about Rosa Sullivan!]

...

"Shoo, shoo," Julian pushed Nora aside and handed over a wrapped bun, saying, "It’s made properly, you won’t get a stomachache, eat it."

"Oh."

The little boy seemed a bit nervous and glanced at Julian, then braced himself before finally taking the bun from him.

When he was about to pay, Julian waved him off, signaling him to just go.

"Give me one." Nora turned to Julian, "The normal kind, no bitter gourd juice or sugar."

Julian hummed as he went to get her a bun.

But as soon as he picked one up, Nora emphasized, "Not a burnt one."

"..."

Julian gritted his teeth and swapped it for another.

"Doesn’t look cooked, change it again."

"..."

Seeing Julian holding back his temper and preparing to switch once more, Nora was still worried and couldn’t help but say, "Never mind, I’ll do it myself."

Julian: "..."

Julian was fuming.

When Nora said she’d "do it herself," she didn’t mean she’d pick out a bun, but rather she rolled up her sleeves, put down her phone, took over Julian’s workspace, and started making it herself.

Annoyed by her behavior, Julian stood there, talking non-stop:

"Can you even make it? Don’t waste my ingredients!"

"Your technique is all wrong, you need to do it like this, like that..."