Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 163: Let’s Go, Playground Date

Holly Winslow fiddled with a piece of chalk out of habit and whispered, "Are you going to buy me bubble tea?"

Mortimer Quincy was amused. ’Damn, so it was bubble tea on her mind.’ He stood beside her, wrote out a step for the problem, and then said, "I’ll buy it."

Pantheon couldn’t bear to watch, muttering under his breath, "Get a room."

Cynthia Owens, who was next to him, glanced at him but didn’t say anything.

Unexpectedly, Cynthia Owens was the first one to finish. The whole class looked at Mortimer Quincy, who was obviously slacking off. "..."

’He’s already written out the second-to-last step. I refuse to believe he doesn’t know the final answer.’

The math teacher noticed as well and coughed a few times to remind him, but Mortimer Quincy acted as if he hadn’t heard a thing.

Pantheon went back to his seat too, leaving only Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy at the blackboard. Holly was still working on the problem. At one point, she glanced sideways out of the corner of her eye and met Mortimer’s gaze. She blinked, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but lift into a smile.

The corners of Mortimer Quincy’s mouth lifted in response, and his gaze remained fixed on her after that.

’If it were anyone else, they’d definitely be copying the answer.’

Only after Holly Winslow wrote down "2 times the square root of 3" did Mortimer Quincy unhurriedly jot down the same answer.

The entire class: "..."

’There was a definite air of young love.’

’So sweet.’

Zeke Zane, Pantheon, and Chase Hawkins: "..."

’Damn it!’

’Teacher, we’d like to report them!!!’

After they returned to their seats, the math teacher looked at the blackboard. All four had gotten it right. He looked pleased. "It seems everyone was paying close attention. Now, let’s all look at Mortimer Quincy’s solution. It’s clearly different from the other three students. Although it’s only five steps and looks clear and easy to understand, I’m sure many of you were lost by the third step..."

After class ended, Holly Winslow put away her mistake notebook, propped her chin on her hands, and tilted her head to look at a certain someone next to her who was drinking from her water bottle.

’He has his own water bottle, yet he always drinks from mine.’

She asked curiously, "What if I had gotten it wrong?"

Mortimer Quincy’s throat bobbed twice. His lips, moistened by the water, were a little red. "I wouldn’t let you be wrong by yourself."

Holly Winslow was very satisfied with his answer. She beamed and said, "Quincy the Puppy, you’re the best."

"If I’m the best, why aren’t you calling me ’Hubby’?"

Mortimer Quincy reached out and pinched her cheek, then pinched it again. "You’ve gotten a little chubby."

The romantic, pink bubble that had just enveloped Holly Winslow instantly popped. "..."

’Some days I really just want to throw this husband out.’

"You’re the one who’s chubby."

Seeing her pouting, on the verge of bristling, Mortimer Quincy quickly patted her head to soothe her. "You look best just like this."

He then leaned closer to her, his voice low enough for only the two of them to hear. "What’s my wife worried about? We’re already married. What does it matter if you’re a little chubby or thin?"

"If it’s really a problem, your hubby can help you with that."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’That last sentence was the real point.’

While they were being all lovey-dovey in the front, Chase Hawkins, sitting behind them, rolled his eyes and looked away, radiating the distinct aura of a single guy.

’People say the honeymoon period only lasts three months, but it’s been over a year for them, and they’re still so sickeningly sweet. Aren’t they afraid of getting cavities?’

...

The most obvious change in the second semester of their senior year was that students no longer went out to play during breaks, nor did they line up on the balconies to people-watch.

Of course, this only applied to the students who were focused on their studies.

The senior year teachers began to worry that they would exhaust these students, which would be counterproductive.

After the second period on Tuesday, Gabe Chaucer went to the classroom. It was still quiet, with everyone working on their own practice tests. Only a small group of three or four students had gone to the restroom.

Pleased, he clapped his hands. "Alright, everyone stop what you’re doing. The weather is nice today, so take this chance to go outside and have some fun."

"Boys, go play some ball. Girls, go take a couple of laps around the track. Do whatever you want, just don’t stay in the classroom."

Such was the heart of a mother hen teacher; he worried when his students didn’t study, and he worried when they studied too hard.

The students who used to bolt out of the classroom so fast a dog couldn’t catch them were now completely still. Paul Powell didn’t even look up as he said, "Old Shaw, we haven’t even finished our practice tests. What’s the point of playing ball?"

"You can spare a little time. How come I never saw you this anxious before? Now hurry up and get out. If you don’t go, I’ll chase you out with a broom."

Gabe Chaucer waved his hands at the students, gesturing for them to hurry out. The students reluctantly dragged their feet, unwilling to leave.

Then, his eyes landed on Mortimer Quincy. ’If he goes out, the other students will follow,’ he thought. With a quick smile, he added, "Mortimer, go for a walk on the track with Holly. Don’t you two walk together every evening? Go take a walk now for a bit."

"Young people should walk more. It’s good for you. It’ll help you grow taller."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Our secret dates during evening self-study sessions are now known to the whole class.’

Hearing this, Pantheon, Zeke Zane, and Chase Hawkins wore indescribable expressions. "..."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly. Right in front of Gabe Chaucer, he reached out and took Holly Winslow’s hand. "Let’s go. A date on the track."

The last four words were spoken so softly only the two of them could hear.

Holly Winslow’s first reaction was to glance at Gabe Chaucer, and her eyes met his. Feeling guilty, she quickly lowered her head to hide her expression.

The two of them left the classroom under the watchful eyes of the entire class. Gabe Chaucer saw them holding hands but didn’t think anything was wrong. In fact, his expression grew even more amiable. He then hollered at the other students, "Everyone, hurry up and get out! You’ve already wasted three minutes dawdling."

Once the students were out of the classroom, he let out a satisfied sigh. Standing at the door, he announced, "Don’t come back until class starts. I’ll stand guard here."

The head teacher of the neighboring class, who was passing by, overheard and joked, "Teacher Chaucer, are you really chasing your students out to play?"

"Of course! If they keep sitting in that classroom, their butts are going to grow hemorrhoids." Gabe Chaucer’s cheerful words carried a hint of pride.

It was safe to say that no other class was as self-motivated in their studies as the Rocket Class.

The winter sun was warm, but the wind was still a bit chilly. Holly Winslow shrank her neck and cleverly hid behind Mortimer Quincy, grabbing onto his clothes with both hands.

A human windshield.

Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle. He reached back to grasp her hands, pulling her forward slightly until she was hugging him from behind. In his deep, magnetic voice, the boy said, "If you want to hug me, just hug me. I won’t refuse such a small request from my wife."

The break after the second period was long, so many students were out getting some fresh air. Seeing the couple’s intimate posture, they frequently glanced over and started gossiping.

"The campus heartthrob is so nice to his cousin."

"No kidding. They’re cousins, after all."

"If I didn’t know their relationship, I would’ve thought... they were boyfriend and girlfriend."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She pinched the palm of a certain someone’s hand and warned in a hushed voice, "Let go of me, quick. The dean of discipline is right there by the stairs."

"Not letting go."

That rascal Mortimer Quincy didn’t hold back at all. Instead, he pulled Holly Winslow to his side and wrapped her up inside his black padded jacket.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She wasn’t lying. The dean of discipline and the principal were indeed watching them from the staircase.

However, their conversation was quite amiable.

The principal glanced at them. "If we had a pair of cousins like them every year, my reputation as principal would be stellar. Keep a close eye on the Rocket Class recently, and try to understand their academic progress."

The dean of discipline nodded, then reported the results of the recent quiz. "Understood. On this last quiz, every student in the Rocket Class scored above the cutoff for top-tier universities, and over twenty of them surpassed the score needed for the most prestigious ones."

The principal’s smile widened. "This year’s cohort is excellent, and Gabe Chaucer has done a fine job leading them. Have him come to my office in a bit."

The dean of discipline: "Understood."

No one suspected anything about the "cousins’" intimate behavior.