Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 170: Girlfriend, Wanna Go on a Test Paper Date?

Mortimer Quincy raised a satisfied eyebrow at the word "couple." "Finally, you’ve shown some sense for once."

He then slung an arm around Holly Winslow’s shoulder, tilted his head, and said with a smirk, "Let me make a formal introduction. This is my girlfriend, Holly Winslow."

"We’ve been together for twelve years."

The PDA was lethal.

Pantheon and Chase Hawkins, the resident single guys: "..."

Zeke Zane, who wasn’t single but was still hit by the crossfire: "..."

Now that was a slick, savage move.

’But what’s with the twelve years thing?’

They refused to believe Mortimer Quincy started dating at the tender age of six!

Holly Winslow hadn’t expected this guy to just admit it. Her pupils dilated. "..."

Mortimer Quincy raised a single eyebrow at her, his voice low and magnetic. "Girlfriend."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Is he acting this cocky because he scored a 748?’

"HAHAHAHA, Mortimer, I didn’t know you could joke around like that."

Paul Powell was a little surprised that Mortimer was playing along with his joke. He was laughing so hard his stomach hurt. "This is killing me! How could anyone say you’re dating your own cousin?"

"Did they get their head caught in a door or something? HAHAHA."

Zeke Zane, Pantheon, and Chase Hawkins stared at him darkly. ’You’re the one whose head got caught in a door.’

Paul Powell’s mind didn’t go there at all. If it had, even for a second, he wouldn’t have been able to laugh.

He threw an arm over Pantheon’s shoulder. "Forrest, you think they got their heads caught in a door? HAHAHA."

Pantheon glared at him gloomily. "I don’t know if they got their heads caught in a door, but I know for sure that you did."

"So hard you’ve been squeezed stupid."

Chase Hawkins and Zeke Zane nodded in agreement.

Paul Powell’s laughter died abruptly. "..."

"Forrest, are you asking for a beating?"

Chase Hawkins raised his hand. "Forrest, allow me to lend you a hand." He then moved in closer.

The group of boys started another "world war."

Holly Winslow had been nervously wondering how to face them, but it turned out no one believed it. She looked at Mortimer Quincy and four words popped out, "Mortimer, you’re badass."

Mortimer Quincy nonchalantly lifted his chin. "How could I win over my wife in bed if I wasn’t?"

Then he quoted his wife’s own words back at her, "By any measure, I’m pretty damn badass."

Holly Winslow: "..."

...

Gabe Chaucer thought about it for a moment, then decided to address the matter in the classroom. He started laughing before he even began to speak. As he tidied up the lectern, he chatted casually with the students, "You’ve probably all heard the rumors about Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow. If you ask me, it’s just people with too much time on their hands."

The whole class erupted in laughter, all looking at the "cousins," Mortimer and Holly, with teasing expressions.

Holly Winslow: "..."

One of the boys joked, "Old Shaw, I’m reporting Mortimer for being in a relationship."

"With Holly Winslow, HAHAHAHA."

’He actually got it right.’

Pantheon and the other two looked at Gabe Chaucer on the stage, their feelings too complicated for words. "..."

Usually, he was sharp as a tack, catching them every single time they secretly played games. But now, a case of puppy love was sitting blatantly right in front of him, practically begging, ’Come on, discipline us already!’

His legendary eagle eyes had somehow gone blind.

"Don’t make jokes like that. Be careful, or Mortimer will come settle the score with you."

Gabe Chaucer, unaware of the drama playing out in their heads, chuckled and added, "It seems like everyone here knows what’s what, so I won’t belabor such an absurd matter."

"But I will say this: read fewer of those trashy romance novels. They’re useless. You might find them fascinating now, but once you get to my age, you’ll understand."

He paused for a moment before continuing, "Alright, now that we’ve had our laugh, let’s drop it. Focus on reviewing. We don’t have much time left."

After giving the class a few more instructions, he called Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow out of the room. He looked at them with a kindly expression and comforted them, "Don’t take this to heart. Let other people say what they want. They can’t make something that’s false, true. As long as you two know the truth, that’s all that matters."

"Don’t let it leave a dark cloud over you. It’s nothing."

Holly Winslow touched her nose guiltily. ’Teacher Chaucer, we’re not the ones who are going to be traumatized by this. You might be.’

She gave a weak nod.

Mortimer Quincy nodded along with her.

"As long as you two keep your grades stable, getting into a top-tier university or Queensbridge University will be no problem at all."

Gabe Chaucer offered them this reassurance, doing his best to comfort the "cousins."

’Ahem. To be honest, the idea of cousins kissing is indeed a bit insulting.’

Later on, he would indeed be the one who was "insulted."

On Friday, they had their monthly day off. It was only one day, but it was also the last break of their senior year.

Gabe Chaucer took ten minutes to speak to them. "This is your last break. Go home, play video games if you want to play video games, go shopping if you want to go shopping, meet up with friends if you want to meet up with friends. Cherish this last break of your three years in high school."

A boy in the class laughingly interjected, "Old Shaw, can we go on dates with our girlfriends?"

Gabe Chaucer shot him a playful glare and joked back, "If you have one, sure, you can go on a date."

Hearing this, Mortimer Quincy glanced at Holly Winslow beside him. She was still gathering the worksheets she had to do at home. "Girlfriend, want to go on a date with these worksheets?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

She bared her teeth fiercely. "How about a date with death? Believe it?"

"We could have a round in bed, though." This guy Mortimer raised an eyebrow.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Date my ass!’

At the same time, the whole class burst out laughing. Pantheon chimed in, "Old Shaw, don’t worry, he doesn’t have one."

Gabe Chaucer looked at him, tidying his desk as he spoke. "He doesn’t, but what about you? Do you have one?"

"He doesn’t either," the boy who had spoken earlier retorted.

Gabe Chaucer smiled and offered some comfort. "It’s fine. Just score a seven hundred on the college entrance exam, and a girlfriend will show up on her own."

He looked up at the clock. There were still five minutes left. He broke the rules for once and dismissed them early, waving his hand. "Since it’s the last break, I’m letting you go early. Run fast. If you get caught by the director, it’s got nothing to do with me, you hear?"

This was the one sentence students loved to hear most before a holiday. They instantly grew excited. "Long live Old Shaw!"

The students had already packed their things minutes ago. The moment he waved his hand, they swarmed out of the classroom.

The director was waiting downstairs, specifically on the lookout for classes being let out early. When he saw it was the students from the honors class, he pursed his lips but ultimately let them go.

The students were gone, but Gabe Chaucer was in for an unavoidable scolding.

「The Office」

In front of the other teachers, the director said, "Teacher Chaucer, you’re well aware that the school strictly prohibits dismissing class early."

Gabe Chaucer gave an unnatural COUGH and lied with a straight face. "I misread the time. I thought class was over, so I let the students go. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late."

His attitude was sincere. He added, "Director Hollis, I’ll be more careful next time. It will never happen again."

It was unclear whether the director believed him or not. He simply said, "Teacher Chaucer, make sure there isn’t a next time."

Gabe Chaucer nodded. "Understood."

But he thought to himself, ’This graduating class only has this one last time anyway.’

The thought made him a little sentimental. He was about to send off another graduating class.

’I wonder what will become of these kids in the future.’

...

That evening, Holly Winslow had plans to get barbecue with Anna Willow and Iris Kensington. She took a shower as soon as she got home, blow-drying her hair until it was half-dry and letting it fall loosely over her shoulders.

Then she curled up on the sofa and called Iris Kensington. It was bad timing. Iris and Anna were trying to squeeze onto a bus. The moment the call connected, Iris’s voice came through, strained and furious, "Stop pushing me! My shoe is about to fall off!"

"Holly, hang on a second. Just wait till I get on. I refuse to believe I can’t squeeze my way onto this thing."

Anna Willow’s voice followed immediately after. "Ellie, let’s climb in through the back window! There are still seats. Hurry up!"

Holly Winslow, on the other end of the line: "..."

Ahem. ’To be honest, it’s not like she hadn’t done that kind of thing plenty of times herself.’