Chapter 1097: Chapter 767: Hanging Out a Sheep’s Head [09] Embarrassment_3
Her eyes turned slightly, and she said in a lazy manner, "Hand in your homework."
"..."
The outsider group wanted to hit her.
She’s really asking for it.
"Homework" my ass, treating them like students.
Marcus Shaw was used to it, stood up silently, stacked his documents together, and placed them in front of Nora Scott.
Seeing this, the outsider group reluctantly organized their documents and walked over to Nora Scott, throwing theirs next to Marcus Shaw’s.
With a "pop," the documents landed on the table, stirring up a slight breeze.
The wind lifted Nora Scott’s hair.
Nora Scott paused for a moment but didn’t even glance at them, continuing to eat her dinner.
Her eating became slower and more savoring.
The outsider group watched, their mouths watering. They wanted to urge Nora Scott, but feared losing face, so they waited patiently on the side.
They had returned to camp at noon just to have lunch. But then, they encountered Marcus Shaw, Oliver Scott, and those unruly horses, scaring them witless. After returning to camp, they thought about tending to their bruises and forgot to eat lunch, only a few who were extremely hungry went to eat.
Then, they met with Marcus Shaw’s provocation.
So, they came straight to the main tent.
Focused on work, they didn’t feel it, but as soon as they relaxed and saw Nora Scott eating, they instantly felt famished, their stomachs empty and burning.
They waited a long time.
Finally, Nora Scott finished her last mouthful.
"..."
Everyone sighed in relief.
"Report!"
Suddenly, a voice came from outside.
Nora Scott put down her chopsticks, took a sip of water, cleared her throat, and said, "Come in."
The curtain was lifted, and a person came in carrying a plate of fruit, walked straight to Nora Scott without looking around, put down the fruit platter, and said, "Captain Morton said to bring you some fruit for after your meal."
"Okay."
Nora Scott squinted her eyes.
That person left.
At this moment, the outsider group still held a sliver of hope for Nora Scott—she just finished dinner, she probably wouldn’t be in a rush to eat fruit.
However, Nora Scott was an expert at shattering their illusions—
"Sorry, everyone." Nora Scott picked up a toothpick, speared a piece of apple, and said to the outsider group, "I’ll have some fruit first."
Outsider group: "..." Damn, you really dare.
Nora Scott didn’t care about their expressions at all, instead, she beckoned to Marcus Shaw, "Come over and join me."
"Alright."
Marcus Shaw walked over without hesitation.
Thus, under everyone’s watchful eyes, the sibling duo put the "competition" and "outsider group" aside, focusing on the fruit platter.
The outsider group couldn’t hold it in any longer.
"Can’t you look at the documents first?"
"The sooner you solve this, the sooner we’re done. We still need to eat."
"Are you trying to stall on purpose, thinking you’ve already lost, and doing a takedown burnout?!"
...
The outsider group began to provoke.
They were starving.
Watching them eat so deliciously filled them with anger.
Seeing their angry and twisted faces, Nora Scott leisurely swallowed a piece of apple, glancing indifferently at the two sets of documents, saying, "Can’t you read it yourselves?"
"..."
Upon hearing this, the outsider group exchanged glances.
"You’re the one who said we should read it ourselves."
"Don’t say we tampered if you lose."
"Heh, giving up entirely, huh."
...
They sneered but couldn’t help moving closer, picking up Marcus Shaw’s stack of documents, and started reading.
Nora Scott picked a grape and said unhurriedly, "If you have even a bit of a scholar’s conscience, you wouldn’t argue in the face of an ironclad result."
"..."
The outsider group was suddenly choked.
Then, their voices gradually dwindled away until they were completely silent.
If they had progressed a third into the problem,
Then Marcus Shaw had advanced a full hundred percent.
Marcus Shaw successfully solved it.
Even if they didn’t know mechanical techniques, just by looking at the documents, they could clearly see—Marcus Shaw had solved it.
And it was largely the correct answer.
Moreover, whether or not it was the correct answer, just by looking at the process of the first third, it was identical to theirs. Meaning, even if Marcus Shaw’s answer was wrong, he still won over them.
"..."
The outsider group was utterly speechless.
"Can you see the winner now?"
Seeing their ugly expressions, Nora Scott placed down the toothpick and asked with a smile.
"..."
No one responded to her.
But silence only prolongs the awkwardness.
"It’s indeed some skill. But who knows if you gave him the answer in advance." Someone retorted stubbornly.
Then someone echoed—
"Let’s just forget about this time, we won’t pursue it."
"Guess we were just unlucky. At least we aren’t seriously hurt."
"Let’s go, let’s go, no point wasting time here. Let’s go eat, don’t starve ourselves."
"Yeah, let’s go."
...
These guys, stubbornly finished, then tacitly gave themselves an out.
Saying this, they were about to head out.
Nora Scott sneered.
Then, with a languid tone, she spoke, "Who said you could leave?"
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