The wind swept up her scattered ink-black hair, raising it lightly behind her, like silk, like a waterfall. Her movements were seamless and beautiful, light and agile, as if soaring through the air, so stunning that it gave you goosebumps. This is definitely not something a normal person would do! Marcus Shaw hesitated a moment and found his voice, asking, "What is this?" Turning around, Nora Scott smiled at him, "Qinggong." Her smile was bold, with a touch of laziness and a hint of pride. Marcus Shaw: "..." Talk about fooling someone. Seeing his doubt, Nora Scott didn’t explain, only shrugged indifferently. As before, Marcus Shaw took three steps up the wall, first jumping onto the wall top and then down, his movements quick and nimble. In the eyes of the average person, Marcus Shaw’s skills would already count as impressive, but after witnessing Nora Scott’s technique... Marcus Shaw felt it dull, without any sense of achievement. Nora Scott tilted her chin at Marcus Shaw and confidently led the way ahead. Arrogant like a girl school bully looking for trouble. Grabbing his backpack and throwing it over his shoulder, Marcus Shaw tightened his fingers slightly and followed her in silence. Just then, as they rounded a corner, a long-awaited figure suddenly appeared in view, accompanied by a booming voice— "Nora Scott, you really dare to enter from here!" "Dean Carter." Nora Scott stashed one hand in her pocket, smiling at the middle-aged man blocking the path ahead, chuckling, "Long time no see." Marcus Shaw’s eyelid twitched. For some reason, he wasn’t particularly surprised and felt relieved within a second. Perhaps it was because Nora Scott’s unconventional nature had surprised him enough times that he had become numb to it. Given Nora Scott graduated from the Affiliated Middle School, and Dean Carter had been employed at the school for over a decade, their acquaintance wasn’t entirely surprising.— Albeit, normally, students wouldn’t be known to the principal, nor would they have such a relationship. Dean Carter snorted, feigning anger, and said, "I waited specially for you." Giving a brief glance at the surrounding wall, Nora Scott replied openly and fearlessly, "Just looking for some childhood fun." "Always knew you didn’t obey rules." In reality, Dean Carter wasn’t truly spending idle time waiting but, while passing by, suddenly recalled Nora Scott contacting him last night, saying she’d come for her brother’s parent-teacher meeting. So he thought she might enter from here and waited a few minutes on a whim. Even he hadn’t expected she’d actually appear. Being accustomed to Nora Scott’s antics, Dean Carter didn’t pursue it further, instead glancing at Marcus Shaw and asking, "Is this your brother?" "Yes." Latest content publıshed on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Nora Scott acknowledged. Dean Carter nodded, facing Marcus Shaw now more affably, he said, "I heard your grades improved very quickly, keep up the good work." Marcus Shaw raised his eyelid, looking at him skeptically. Yet all he saw was an enigmatic smile. Dean Carter asked, "How’s your grandfather’s health?" Nora Scott replied, "Doing well." Dean Carter nodded, "That’s good." With a faint decline in smiling, Nora Scott said, "It’s getting late, we ought to leave now." She stepped forward and walked past Dean Carter; Dean Carter suddenly glanced at her, lowly reminding, "Same advice, mind your limits." Responding lazily, Nora Scott had already passed him by. In a hurry, even daring to upend a teacher’s desk, you know nothing. Marcus Shaw was still puzzling over the "grandfather being well" matter when he noticed Nora Scott had already moved quite a distance, so he didn’t ponder over it, nodded to Dean Carter, and caught up with Nora Scott. As they walked away, Dean Carter tilted his head watching their backs and shook his head gently, exasperated. "Are you familiar with the principal?" Walking beside Nora Scott, Marcus Shaw asked skeptically. Nora Scott replied, "Not too bad. He used to be Easton’s apprentice, but due to a lack of talent, he switched to education." In senior year, Nora Scott could transfer to First Affiliated High School thanks to Dean Carter. However, amidst the chaos she stirred and Dean Carter cleaning up the mess, in their "back-and-forth" actions, they did establish a certain "relationship." Nora Scott nonchalantly interrupted Marcus Shaw’s inquiry. Antonio Easton’s illness, aside from a few who regularly contact him, wasn’t known to others. Some hadn’t been in touch for years, and upon hearing now, they could only offer bedside sympathy without any real benefit. Antonio Easton wouldn’t live longer or suffer less because of this. If people came and went frequently, it would only disturb his peace. Marcus Shaw nodded slightly, not asking further. By ten o’clock, parents had gradually arrived. The location was in the classroom, where parents corresponded to sit in their child’s desk spots. Today, with students and parents in school, the atmosphere was particularly lively, many idle students roamed around the hallway. However, somehow, outside the second-year third class classroom door, groups from various classes suddenly gathered, creating a crowded scene. They squeezed together, stood outside the door, peered through the windows; everyone’s eyes were wide open. "Marcus Shaw’s spot." "Wow! Did she descend from heaven?" "These siblings are truly remarkable, their attractiveness outdoes each other." "Can I still cozy up to Marcus Shaw now, I don’t want anything else, just Fairy’s contact information." The students murmured excitedly. Oliver Scott arrived a tad late, seeing the hallway filled with school uniforms, he was slightly taken aback. His gaze swept across, finding Steve Singleton among the crowd probing into the classroom and grabbed his collar from the back, whisking him out forcibly. "Whose wicked smoke—" Steve Singleton cursed, then quieted upon seeing Oliver Scott. "What’s going on?" Oliver Scott asked strangely. "Marcus Shaw’s sister!" Steve Singleton suddenly became passionate, his eyes gleamed, he couldn’t wait to say, "Can you believe it, Marcus Shaw’s sister is the beauty we encountered at the library! Stunning! Look at this group—" Steve Singleton draped his arm around Oliver Scott’s shoulder, waved his arm, laughing and cursing, "A bunch of look enthusiasts! All here for her!" Oliver Scott: "..." That’s also his sister. However, seeing Steve Singleton’s exuberant demeanor, Oliver Scott decided not to find importance here. "You’ve been getting along well with Marcus Shaw lately, could you ask him for—" Before Steve Singleton could finish, Oliver Scott firmly refused. Steve Singleton exaggeratedly said, "Just a WeChat contact." "Don’t even think about it." Oliver Scott’s expression was cold, shooting him a warning look. Steve Singleton quivered at his glance. Feeling slightly apprehensive. But wasn’t particularly puzzled: Wanting Marcus Shaw’s sister’s WeChat, what’s that got to do with him? His reaction was akin to wanting his sister’s WeChat. Just then, a stern voice echoed in the hallway— "What are you doing standing here?!" "Oh—Mistress Extinction is here!" The students crowded in the hallway, as if facing a predatory beast, instantly screamed and scattered like birds and beasts. Clearing the area immediately. Even students from their own class automatically made way. Anastasia’s face was livid. Early on in the office, she’d heard that students were drawn to Marcus Shaw’s sister, crowding outside their classroom. Initially, she paid no mind, but arriving here and seeing such a grand scene, she was infuriated. Thinking of Nora Scott’s face, Anastasia felt uncomfortable: Such a demonic fox disrupting hearts. Furious, she clenched her teeth, face dark, a chill emanating, and strode into the classroom. After entering, her gaze swept across the room, suddenly noticing two people at the corner by the wall— Nora Scott and Ernesto Scott. They sat one before the other, Nora Scott slightly tilted her head, seemingly chatting with Ernesto Scott. And Ernesto Scott’s face beamed, actively leaning forward, vaguely with a hint of flattery. This scene fell into Anastasia’s eyes as "Nora Scott charming and flirting." Indeed not a decent thing. Attending a parent-teacher meeting, yet colluding with another parent!