The school definitely wouldn’t agree, but a letter of guarantee from the parents was sent to the school, explicitly stating that they hoped the school would give her freedom of movent, and any accidents outside school would not be the school’s responsibility.
After all, she had a unique background, with an extraordinary identity. Although she liked to be adventurous, she developed well in morality, intellect, physique, aesthetics, and labor, earning the trust and affection of the teachers. The school simply turned a blind eye to her activities.
This person loved pondering over things, amassed experience, and was happy to share.
After accumulating two years of experience, Fátima earnestly told Jas that the old ways of physical training were outdated and harmful to the body; it was necessary to be scientific about it, so she specifically designed a training program for Nora.
Jas, her grandfather, didn’t say much, but in his heart, he doted on her. He lectured Fátima harshly to her face, but after a couple of days, he secretly fished out Fátima’s training plan and had Nora practice according to it.
Therefore, Nora’s physical fitness in her youth could be compared to that of special forces.
Even though Nora had been a bit lazy these past two years, her fundantals were solid, unlike those who never truly trained and couldn’t asure up to her.
Oliver was astonished as he asked, "Is it like the graduation in films and TV shows?"
"Yeah."
Bowing slightly, Oliver pretended to ask, "Who is your ntor?"
Pedro, closing the door casually, chuckled, "A grandmaster, Jas."
"..."
Oliver scratched his head.
Well, pardon his ignorance.
He’s not part of the Martial World, so he doesn’t recognize the titles.
Thinking of Benjamin Durant and Humphrey Jennings, Marcus knew Pedro wasn’t lying, but being just a student who barely touched the surface of the Martial World, he turned around and left, heading straight through the door.
*
Pedro tossed the trash downstairs and knowing Nora wouldn’t bring her phone, he grabbed his phone to call Katherine.
"Master Pedro."
Katherine picked up quickly, her voice soft and a bit breathless, likely taking a break.
"Where’s my girlfriend?" Pedro got straight to the point.
"She’s on her way back, I’ll bring her to you shortly," Katherine said in a gentle voice, laughing, "She said she wanted to eat my noodles, so I ca along. Adrian will be a bit late. Do you have noodles at your place?"
"...Yes."
Nora wasn’t interested in your noodles, she just didn’t want to eat the breakfast he and Marcus prepared.
If Butler Loxley had been ho, Nora wouldn’t have craved Katherine’s cooking.
Pedro didn’t expose it, hung up the phone, and waited downstairs until he saw Katherine and Nora arrive, then went upstairs with them.
"How’s your bamboo flute practice going lately?"
As they entered the elevator, Katherine suddenly rembered and asked casually.
"..."
"..."
Nora and Pedro paused.
The two exchanged a silent glance, eventually with Pedro pressing the elevator button.
Nora said, "It’s okay."
Pedro gave her a sidelong glance.
Nora ignored it.
"Do you still practice in the morning?"
"...Yes."
"Then I’d like to hear it later."
Katherine said with interest.
Nora turned her head towards Pedro, seeking help.
Pedro looked away, ignoring her plea.
Since last week, Flora’s performances had increased, making it hard for her to co to Cloudwater Haven to play for free. In truth, Nora felt a tad relieved, as constantly having no progress betrayed Flora’s guidance, and at tis, she could even sense Flora questioning her own teaching stint.
Nora wasn’t afraid of others criticizing her, but when faced with those who held so expectations of her...
She simply took it easy; after a few seconds of hesitation, she shrugged it off.
A quarter of an hour later—
Katherine, having finished a shower at Pedro’s place and just changed clothes, nearly slipped and fell upon hearing the bamboo flute lody coming from the study next door.
She covered her head with a towel, wiped her hair as she walked out of the bathroom, and ran into Pedro coming out of the bedroom.
"Dad." She covered her ears with both hands, blinking at Pedro with sympathy, "Is this what your life is like, full of ups and downs?"
Pedro handed over a pair of earplugs.
He instructed, "Don’t say I gave these to you."
"Okay."
Katherine quickly took them.
Pedro, phone in hand and one hand in his pocket, intended to make a call on the balcony, but rembering sothing, he paused, turned back, glanced at Katherine hurriedly stuffing the earplugs, and reminded her of the ingredients Nora didn’t like in the noodles she was about to make.
Katherine noted everything down.
At this mont—
The door opened.
A tall and handso figure walked in, and upon stepping inside and hearing the noise from the study, paused, looked up at Katherine and Pedro, and asked, "What’s going on?"
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