Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 158: Hubby, Just Turn a Blind Eye

Mortimer Quincy went to the office to hand in his homework. Pantheon glanced at the window; the figure in the dark green jacket had already walked past. He immediately turned around and whispered, "Cousin, team up for a match? It’s my promotion match to the next tier. Please, please."

The next period was study hall. Gabe Chaucer had gone into the city for a seminar that morning and wouldn’t be coming to check on the class.

Holly Winslow glanced at the test paper she had just finished. The thought of Mortimer Quincy made her hesitate for a moment, but she hadn’t played in a while and was itching for a game. "I’ll only play one round."

Pantheon nodded at once, saying happily, "Just one round."

It was a five-person team: Anna Willow, Iris Kensington, Holly Winslow, Zeke Zane, and Pantheon.

As usual, Holly Winslow liked to play sniper. Anna Willow and Iris Kensington chose assault rifles to support her, as did Zeke Zane and Pantheon.

Their assault rifles had skins, though. In Anna Willow’s words, they were gaudy.

By the time Mortimer Quincy returned from the office, Holly Winslow had already sniped an opponent. He sat down, tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, and said coolly, "Playing games during class? That’s five points off."

Holly Winslow tore her eyes away from the game and glanced at him. With a little laugh, she said, "I’m only playing one round. Hubby, can you just turn a blind eye?"

Mortimer Quincy rested his chin on his hand and closed one eye. "Like this?"

Then he opened the closed eye and shut the other. "Or like this?"

Holly Winslow held back for a few seconds but couldn’t help bursting into laughter.

’So childish.’

Then, she copied him, shutting both her eyes and baring her teeth in a grin. "Like this."

Her antics made him smile. Mortimer Quincy couldn’t hold back his amusement and scooted his stool closer to her. "Hubby approves."

"Let me see my wifey’s badass skills."

When Holly Winslow played games, her favorite phrase was, "Look, I’m so badass."

"I’ll be so badass you’ll cry."

Holly Winslow huffed, lifting her chin with a playfully smug expression.

The smile on Mortimer Quincy’s lips widened. He leaned in, resting against her shoulder, and they both watched the phone hidden under the desk.

William Lewis, the class monitor who had been given instructions by Gabe Chaucer, glanced over at them but ultimately decided to turn a blind eye. ’After all, the dean of students did say it’s okay to relax a bit when you’re tired.’

Three King-tier players carrying two Bronze-tiers was still a struggle. This was already the second time they had to save Pantheon and Zeke Zane. Anna Willow couldn’t resist typing a message: "You two ’big shots,’ stop feeding. If you don’t know how to play, just stay in the fountain."

Zeke Zane: ...

Pantheon: ...

’She has zero respect for us guys.’

’At this rate, this match won’t be over in twenty minutes.’ Mortimer Quincy kicked Pantheon’s stool and said flatly, "Noob, give me your phone."

Pantheon the noob: "..."

Desperate to rank up, he automatically ignored the word "noob" and swiftly handed over his phone. "Boss, play your best. It’s a promotion match."

Mortimer Quincy didn’t bother to reply. His long, slender fingers flew across the screen. "Holly, snipe southeast."

Perhaps because the first eighteen years of his life had been nothing but smooth sailing, he never expected to be caught red-handed playing a game by the head teacher of Class 3.

When Gabe Chaucer left that morning, he hadn’t trusted his class of little monkeys, so he asked the head teacher of Class 3 to keep an eye on them. The Class 3 teacher had to pass the Rocket Class on his way from the office, and upon remembering the request, he decided to take a look.

At first, he only saw Pantheon and Zeke Zane huddled together. Although he couldn’t see what they were doing, his teacher’s intuition screamed that they were playing on their phones. He slipped in quietly through the back door.

As it turned out, he nabbed two other students on their phones near the back door, and then he came upon Mortimer Quincy and the others.

The entire class fell silent, all eyes on the Class 3 head teacher standing beside Mortimer Quincy.

Meeting the Class 3 teacher’s eyes, Mortimer Quincy calmly blanked the screen and handed the phone over.

’It’s easy not to care when it’s not your phone.’

Pantheon felt like the world had just taken a giant dump on him. "..."

’My phone.’

’MY PHONE!!’

Even if Mortimer Quincy hadn’t handed it over, the Class 3 teacher would have confiscated it anyway. After collecting all five phones, he glanced at the students. "You can retrieve your phones from Teacher Chaucer."

As he spoke, he gave Mortimer Quincy a longer look, likely surprised that even he would be playing games during class.

How to put it? It felt like a prize cabbage being spoiled by a pig.

And the pig, in this case, was the game.

After the teacher left, Holly Winslow rubbed her nose and looked at Mortimer Quincy sheepishly. He, however, simply lifted his chin, his expression perfectly composed. "Back to the test paper."

Holly Winslow was still panicking about being caught, and his words left her speechless. "..."

’Well, my hubby will take care of everything.’ With that conviction, she picked up her pen and went back to her test paper.

Mortimer Quincy also went back to his test paper.

This left Pantheon and Zeke Zane staring at each other, speechless. "..."

’My phone!’

’My rank-up match!!’

When Gabe Chaucer returned for the evening study hall, he received this "grand gift." For a moment, he didn’t know how to react. He was certainly angry, but he was also baffled.

His most trusted "cousins" had actually been caught playing games in class.

He stewed for a long while before calling out Zeke Zane and the other two students. Without hiding his anger in the slightest, he let them have it. "Playing games in class? Have you seen your grades?! Zeke Zane, do you think your scores are so good that you can just play games during class?"

"And look at your Language Arts score, a one hundred and twenty-something! It’s terrible! Can’t you apply yourself?"

"The day you score a 147, I won’t say a word. I’ll even build a shrine and burn incense for you."

Zeke Zane: "..."

’Putting aside a certain someone’s score of 147, he thought his own Language Arts grade was actually decent. It ranked in the top ten for the entire year.’

He hung his head and took the scolding.

After that, Gabe Chaucer lectured the other two boys. The three of them weren’t out of the office for almost half an hour.

Then, Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy were called into the office.

Holly Winslow kept her head down, not daring to look at Gabe Chaucer, and stood there meekly.

With these two, however, Gabe Chaucer’s tone was surprisingly gentle. "So, you were playing games in class?"

"Mhm," Mortimer Quincy affirmed, lying without so much as a blush. "We got stuck on a problem."

Holly Winslow shot him a sidelong glance, her eyes widening slightly. "..."

’That’s a valid excuse?’

Such was the power of a 147 on the Language Arts exam. Gabe Chaucer bought it instantly, his expression softening even more. "Oh, so that’s what happened. I was just wondering why you two would be playing games during class."

He wasn’t going to press the issue, but then another thought occurred to him. "Why didn’t you hand in your phones? Weren’t you supposed to turn them in on Friday?"

Mortimer Quincy met his gaze and said calmly, "I wanted to look up some information."

"Oh," Gabe Chaucer said. He then looked at Holly Winslow, prompting her for an excuse as well. Holly couldn’t lie as smoothly as Mortimer Quincy. "I... needed to call my dad," she said, looking uncomfortable.

Gabe Chaucer believed her, too. Their grades were just that good. If he couldn’t trust the students ranked first and second in the year, there were hardly any students left to trust.

Later in life, this top-ranked pair would end up being the ones to deceive him the most "brutally," teaching him a very memorable "lesson."

He didn’t say anything else, but after some serious consideration, he proposed, "How about this? You two cousins can take one phone back to share. For making calls and looking up information. Sound good?"

Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow nodded. Mortimer casually took Holly’s phone, leaving Pantheon’s to languish in Gabe Chaucer’s locked drawer.

Half an hour versus a few minutes—the contrast was genuinely hurtful. The moment Zeke Zane saw the expressions on Mortimer Quincy and Holly’s faces, he knew they hadn’t been scolded.

He was, without a doubt, correct.

He just never imagined that something even more devastating was yet to come.