Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 852 - 554: Live Broadcast [02] Julian Linfield: Little Disciple, Go Pour Tea

"Listened National Music" basked in Rosa Sullivan’s glow to get Julian Linfield’s agreement, allowing the recording of an episode in his secluded paradise.

— At least, that’s what the production team thinks.

The team arrived at two in the afternoon and recorded until seven in the evening. Five hours of live broadcast focused on Julian Linfield’s paradise and daily life, while the recorded segment emphasized listening to Julian Linfield’s take on national music.

This episode aired on TV, lasting only half an hour at Julian Linfield’s, with Rosa Sullivan managing as the host. In the evening, a flute duet between Julian Linfield and Rosa Sullivan was arranged.

...

After lunch, Nora Scott lay on the wooden floorboard under the eaves, yawning continuously. She attempted self-study with the book Julian Linfield had given, but barely five minutes passed before she sprawled the book open on her face, rested her arms behind her head, and fell asleep.

She was awakened by Julian Linfield’s clamor of gongs and drums at five, ordered to practice the bamboo flute. She was lectured until seven, and only rescued by a Biel Hall member delivering breakfast.

Afterward, to clear space for a clean, comfortable filming environment, Julian Linfield instructed her to tidy up his study, full of musical scores, books, wood, and props. She exhausted herself throughout the morning and could only now catch her breath.

However—

"Knock, knock, knock."

"Is Professor Linfield home?"

The production team appeared.

Nora Scott, in a semi-conscious state, wished her ears could shut out the world, lying still to rest for half an hour before moving. Instead, Julian Linfield ushered people into the house and came to call her.

"Little apprentice, go make some tea."

At this call, everyone in the production team raised their eyes to look.

The bamboo house was unique, occupying a vast area, surrounded by walls. Inside held a living room, study, tea room, workshop, a master bedroom, two guest rooms, besides having a corridor on one side enclosing a large courtyard. Bamboo densely thrived along the wall, occupying one-third of the space. Additionally, there was a small pond, pebble path, rocking chair...

Upon opening the living room door, a stretch of wood floor ideal for resting appeared, shaded by eaves above, offering a full view of the exquisite courtyard.

They saw a person lying under the eaves.

Dressed in a white long dress with long sleeves, arms slender, a long coat draped over her abdomen, a book covering her face, seemingly asleep.

The wind blew, gently ruffling her dress in the afternoon sun, revealing half a calf, barefoot, slender and beautiful ankles, skin fair and delicate, even the two feet appeared as works of art.

Little apprentice?

Rosa Sullivan felt her scalp tighten, suddenly anxious.

— Ever since she was deemed to have limited aptitude in Mechanical Techniques, she devoted herself to studying national music, especially flute. Her apprenticeship under Julian Linfield had a twist. It was due to her family’s connections through her great-uncle that Julian Linfield agreed to teach her the flute.

The family intended to "apprentice" her.

But Julian Linfield directly stated: Teaching, yes; apprenticeship, no.

No apprenticeship ceremony was held.

The family always felt, "If he’s teaching, then he’s the master," just lacking a ceremony, hence they spread the word that "Rosa Sullivan is Julian Linfield’s last disciple." Over time, Julian Linfield said nothing about it, and even Rosa Sullivan began to feel — he is her master.

She thought only a title separated teacher and disciple.

Julian Linfield merely resisted accepting apprentices.

Unexpectedly, in front of the production team and live nationwide audience, he directly acknowledged a "little apprentice."

At that moment, the person lying under the eaves moved, took off the book, squinted her eyes sitting up, looking listless, grumbling with discontent: "Who’s your apprentice? Did I drink apprenticeship wine to make you assume, stop mixing relationships."

"..."

The production team was stunned.

Live stream audience: You, got, something, to, say???

[Damn, I wanted to watch national music live for cleansing, but how did I end up seeing Nora Scott?!]

[Nora Scott confidently shows us: Even if I’m not busy with work, I can still steal the show!]

[Julian Linfield: Little apprentice? Nora Scott: That’s not it. — Is this the case?]

[Just yesterday, we criticized her over the bamboo flute issue, and today she’s desperate to retaliate? Can’t you let us live in a false world a bit longer?!]

[Nora Scott is Julian Linfield’s apprentice?! Studied under the same master as Rosa Sullivan?! Oh my god, so what was up with Rosa Sullivan’s demeanor last night, she completely looked unaware of it!]

[Wait a second, Master Linfield, is your ambition to turn unskilled into masters?! Me, me, me! I can!]

...

Julian Linfield stared: "Eating mine, drinking mine, living in mine, why can’t you call me master?"

Nora Scott sneered: "Where’s your conscience, today’s food was gifted by—"