Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 307 - 200: Tofu Shop, Virtue Retreat Proprietor [Second Update]

Standing before the grave was none other than Glenn Flynn, the physics teacher from First Affiliated High School.

Because of his appearance, bringing Marcus Shaw’s pile of answer sheets and helping to collect test papers, it was completely proven that Marcus Shaw had "not cheated," leaving a deep impression on Nora Scott of this young teacher.

He was dressed casually, wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked handsome, gentle and cultured, with an air of elegance and approachability.

"Miss Scott."

After a brief surprise, Glenn Flynn adjusted the glasses on his nose and nodded slightly toward Nora Scott.

"You and he are..."

Nora Scott’s gaze shifted downward, landing on the tombstone.

There were only four simple words: The Grave of Matt Leung.

In the middle, a photo showed a man with long artistic hair, deep-set eyes, profound yet weathered, with stubble, pulling a slightly cocky smile at the camera, a mix of roguishness and charm, as if born from the self-destruction after being shackled by the chaotic mundane world, yet with a touch of worldly clarity.

This man’s grave, like twenty-some years of his life, was simple and impetuous, leaving no profound words, only visible barrenness and desertion at a glance.

Matt Leung and Glenn Flynn.

The images of these two were worlds apart.

Glenn Flynn shifted slightly, lowering his gaze, looked past the photo on the tombstone, then raised his eyes and explained, "We used to be classmates. Today is his death anniversary, so I came to pay a visit."

"Is that so?" Nora Scott raised her eyebrows, taking a step forward, "I thought he had no friends."

Glenn Flynn smiled gently, "You’re joking, aren’t you, Miss Scott? Aren’t you his friend?"

Walking slowly past Glenn Flynn, Nora Scott leaned down, placed the liquor in her hand, stood back up, and looked at him, "And you?"

"Me," Glenn Flynn’s expression faltered, his gaze lingered on the photo for a few seconds, and then he chuckled lightly, "Half."

Nora Scott looked at him peculiarly.

After a moment, she didn’t pursue the matter of ’half or whole,’ smiled to herself, and changed the subject, "Did you hear about me earlier?"

"Yes, when he..."

There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes that quickly disappeared, and Glenn Flynn’s lips tightened slightly, "Before he left, we contacted each other. He said he met a very good friend here in the Northwest who helped him a lot."

In an instant, a sense of incongruity and doubt emerged, fleeting, and Nora Scott couldn’t capture it. After a brief pause, she sorted her thoughts.

Looking Glenn Flynn over, she asked as if casually, "You’re from Fenton City, right?"

She met Matt Leung in Anchel two years ago.

Matt Leung said this was his hometown, and if he ever died, he hoped to return home and be buried in a quiet, secluded place.

The land beneath her feet was chosen by Matt Leung himself.

"Yes." Glenn Flynn nodded, understanding her confusion, and proactively explained, "When he was in middle school, his parents divorced, and his mother brought him to Fenton City. We were high school classmates."

"Oh."

That made sense.

"Miss Scott, thank you." Glenn Flynn’s eyes showed a hint of gratitude and earnestness, "I heard that you were also seriously injured saving him."

Nora Scott squinted, "You know?"

A year ago, because of Matt Leung, Nora Scott got involved in an incident unexpectedly dragged into the fray, nearly losing her life with Matt Leung in the end.

Being involved, the process of events was still a blur to Nora Scott, and very few people knew about it.

—So how did this high school teacher know?

"After Matt Leung left, I got wind of it and did a bit of digging." Glenn Flynn was rather remorseful, "I’m sorry, I was afraid of being too abrupt, so I didn’t come to thank you in person at first."

Listening to his words, Nora Scott laughed, "I’m his friend, all of it. You’re his half-friend. What requires you to visit and thank?"

"True." Glenn Flynn gave a reserved smile, yet the gratitude in his eyes remained, "Still, I’m very thankful for everything you’ve done for him."

"..."

Nora Scott said nothing but shrugged.

Stepping back a pace, Glenn Flynn glanced at the tombstone again and said, "I’ve paid my respects, it’s time I leave."

Nora Scott nodded, "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

He nodded slightly to her and left politely.

He retraced his path back.

A glance at the flowers before the tombstone revealed a bouquet of radiant roses.

Startled, she turned her head to watch Glenn Flynn’s back. Under the bright sun, he walked along the narrow, overgrown path with determination, as if with a hint of resolution.

Nora Scott was stunned, watching for a few seconds, then looked back down at the young but weathered face on the tombstone.

Mention life, one generally associates it with words full of vigor like passion, enthusiasm, and hope, but for this man, it was utterly contrary, always decadence, gloom, and monotony.