Then, she said, "There’s a long ladder and zombies in the classroom."
Rosa Sullivan frowned and said, "We need to use sothing to distract the zombies, and then have soone go down and bring up the ladder."
"Props? There should be props in the classroom!"
Diana Johnson quickly looked around.
"No need, too much trouble."
Casually, Nora Scott tossed the flashlight to Clent Winter.
She said, "Shine it for ."
"Okay."
Clent Winter, who caught the flashlight, quickly responded and actively shone the light for Nora Scott.
The other four were still wondering how Nora Scott would get down—the classroom was three to four ters high, jumping down directly could easily cause an accident. Moreover, she would have to face the zombies head-on as soon as she got down.
But just as they were puzzled, Nora Scott leaped down through the hole.
Like an agile cat, she landed straight on a desk, precisely and impressively agile.
The four: "..."
"Wow."
The carefree Clent Winter cheered.
He threw the flashlight back to Nora Scott.
Nora Scott, half-squatting on the desk, had just reached out for the flashlight when she saw two dark figures lunging at her. She squinted, pressed down on the shoulder of one of them, flipped through the air, and landed behind him.
In the entire production team, when it ca to skills, no one could match Nora Scott.
These two were no exception.
Two minutes later, they were tied hands and feet with belts, back to back, thrown into a corner of the room.
Side by side against the wall, they looked like they were about to cry.
Just like this, Nora Scott broke the situation in a simple and brutal manner, placed the ladder, and let the five people upstairs co down one by one.
Next —
Nora Scott dropped out again.
She did almost nothing, and the other five took a lot of effort to find the key to the iron door leading to the stairs on the fourth floor, and left smoothly.
*
The workroom.
The first major hurdle was finally breached by the guests.
The director, through the intercom, communicated with the staff below the fourth floor, signaling that it was their turn to work.
A series of "OK" and "Ready" could be heard, and the crew felt relieved, waiting for the guests’ following performance.
Everything was progressing smoothly.
After two hours, the guests obtained conclusive evidence of "secret research" in Mr. Lawrence’s office and the principal’s office and successfully escaped the siege of revived NPCs and zombies after a thrilling battle.
The guests broke through the second hurdle and reached the first floor of the teaching building.
Next, they were heading to the third checkpoint location in this ga—the girls’ dormitory.
There, they needed to find Teresa Castro and Mr. Maddox, and finally dispel Teresa Castro’s resentnt, bringing peace back to the school.
"Nora Scott didn’t really do much in the second round."
In the workroom, staff who had been waiting for Nora Scott’s flashy moves throughout the episode were quite disappointed.
"Dragging Clent Winter to avoid the NPC was quite exciting."
"But she only protected Clent Winter! When the show airs, she might get criticized."
"She designed all the traps; it’s too easy for her to solve them. To coordinate with the show filming, she probably held back on purpose."
"This girl is too straightforward."
"Fans who like her will praise her to the skies. Those who dislike her will indeed find her easy to blacken."
...
The staff felt it was quite a pity.
If the agency wasn’t designed by Nora Scott for this episode, her outstanding performance would surely be several tis more than now.
Now, these highlight monts were entirely given to Rosa Sullivan.
Even though—
The crew indeed set Rosa Sullivan up as the "inheritor of chanical techniques" and her performance in the second hurdle matched this persona, easily standing out and would surely attract more fans for her and the show when it aired.
But for Nora Scott...
It was truly a pity.
All they could do was hope that when Nora Scott participated in the next recording, she could perform well without being restricted again.
*
Outside, heavy rain poured down.
A group of six stood in the first-floor corridor, silently watching the heavy rain outside, feeling the cold wind blowing in their faces.
"Rumble—"
Along with a bolt of lightning, thunder cracked in the night sky, reverberating in the night from all around to their ears.
It was a bit chilly in the evening, and the two teachers voluntarily took off their coats and handed them to Rosa Sullivan and Diana Johnson.
Teacher Anastasia glanced at the endless darkness and nearby rain outside the building and furrowed her brows in headache, "We’re going to the girls’ dormitory next, right? It’s so dark, we don’t even know which direction the dormitory is in. How do we get there?"
"As for the direction, it’s behind the teaching building." Nora Scott slowly drew out new batteries, replaced them in the flashlight, and casually told them the specific location, "Pass by the playground, about a hundred ters’ distance."
Anastasia looked over in surprise, "No, how do you know?"
"Yeah, how do you know?"
Another teacher followed up with the inquiry.
After changing the batteries, Nora Scott thought for a mont and raised her eyebrows, "Cheating."
The five people: "..."
How is it cheating again?
"I’m different from you guys, ca in from the school gate," Nora Scott explained, "I looked at the school map for a couple of seconds."
Anastasia was startled, "You morized the map after just a couple of glances?"
"Yeah."
Nora Scott nodded.
When arriving at a new place, observing the terrain first is a habit she developed over ti. If there is a map, she would definitely rember the approximate location because of experiencing so much. Her sensitivity to maps is very high; generally, just a few glimpses would imprint it in her mind.
——This skill, her little senior sister and her teammates all possessed. It’s said to be a basic ability of their squad.
Nora Scott, however, had no one to teach her or force her to practice this ability—it was purely self-taught for survival.
The four, except for Clent Winter: "..."
There was a constant sense that the crew had inford Nora Scott of the script beforehand.
This girl’s abilities were too over the top, right?
She simply didn’t seem like a normal person.
The four didn’t ask Nora Scott anything further. Among them, another teacher lanted, "Even if we know the specific direction... such heavy rain makes it hard to walk."
"Let’s go to the classroom and take a look; there should be umbrellas."
Nora Scott opened the flashlight, moved her wrist, and took out that card.
Diana Johnson wondered, "Isn’t the flashlight out of power?"
During these two or three hours, the flashlight had been quite helpful, but it had been out of power half an hour ago, declaring it couldn’t be used anymore.
As she strolled to the nearest door, Nora Scott explained, "While you guys were breaking the trap, I went to look for supplies and just happened to find new batteries."
"..."
"You surely dare to say."
In the first hurdle, Nora Scott indeed helped quite a bit.
But in the second hurdle, Nora Scott was slacking off the whole ti, not helping at all, her only role probably being "when zombies rushed up, she could kick them away."
She didn’t engage at all in unlocking the secret room, rely observed the whole ti.
This person’s face, however, was quite thick, slacking off with the utmost calm, not feeling guilty at all.
Nora Scott pried open the lock in the sa way.
Pushed the door open.
At this mont——
A ghostly face, heavily made up with special effects, suddenly lunged forward.
Nora Scott’s eyelid twitched.
"Hiss."
Imdiately, she lifted her foot and stomped down hard on the person.
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