Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 107: When We Use Them, They Are Couple’s Mugs
Mortimer Quincy lifted his chin, signaling for him to grab it himself. He added a friendly warning, "You might lose your appetite after you see this."
"You’re underestimating me. I can handle a lot. ABDCA BDAAC." Pantheon turned to his own exam paper and began checking his answers, muttering, "ABCCC BDACD... Argh! I’m not eating!"
Holly Winslow, still at the top of the stairs, heard Pantheon’s roar and let out a shameless laugh. "I always thought brainiacs like you didn’t stress about checking answers like us slackers do."
"And what did you think we were like?" Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, slinging a long arm around her waist and giving it a couple of soft squeezes.
Holly Winslow slapped his hand, motioning for him to remove it. "That you wouldn’t check your answers. Just like Scholar Quincy."
Hearing that last part, the corners of Mortimer Quincy’s eyes lifted. "So my wife has a pretty high opinion of me."
He paused for a moment, then added, "I did check my answers once."
"Huh?"
Holly Winslow tilted her face up, asking curiously, "What was it?"
"Want to know? Come closer," Mortimer Quincy said with a raised eyebrow.
Holly Winslow knew exactly what dirty thoughts he was having. She pushed him away irritably and muttered, "Quincy the Lecher."
Seeing she didn’t fall for it, Quincy the Lecher straightened up, slightly disappointed. "Remember that ’Perfect Husband Test’ you sent me during our first year of marriage?"
He chuckled at the memory, his voice low and magnetic. "After I finished it, I searched for the answers online and changed a few of mine."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’A few answers? There were only ten questions on the whole test!’
Back then, she had bragged for ages to Anna Willow and Iris Kensington about her "perfect husband."
’She’d never, ever imagined he would cheat.’
She pouted. "Quincy the Puppy, you cheated."
Mortimer Quincy felt not a shred of embarrassment at being exposed. He just hummed in agreement. "Because I wanted to be the perfect husband in my wife’s heart."
Marrying Holly Winslow back then had been too sudden. The two of them had spent less than a year together in total, as they were long-distance for most of it.
He was afraid that after getting married, he wouldn’t be the husband Holly Winslow wanted.
"So cheesy."
Holly Winslow, though, was clearly pleased to hear that. She huffed, then gave him a sidelong glance and whispered, "Quincy the Puppy, in my heart, you *are* the perfect husband."
Mortimer Quincy didn’t even have a chance to feel touched before she added, "Moira, please treat me to some braised pork with potatoes. I forgot my meal card, hehe."
As she spoke, she pulled her empty trouser pockets inside out for him to see.
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He was so exasperated he had to laugh.
In the end, the two of them went to eat braised pork with potatoes.
By the time the exams were over, Holly Winslow was half-dead. And she wasn’t alone—most of the Rocket Class felt the same.
Gabe Chaucer sympathized with them and allowed for "free activity" in the classroom, though this free activity was limited to staying in their seats.
Pantheon wanted to sound Holly Winslow out, wondering if he had any hope of reclaiming his third-place rank. "Holly, how do you think you did on these exams?"
Holly Winslow was in the middle of a game of Gomoku with Mortimer Quincy on a scratchpad. Hearing his question, she thought for a moment. "I’m not confident about anything except English."
"What do you think you’ll get in English?" Pantheon pressed.
Mortimer Quincy drew a circle in a square on the scratchpad and answered for her, "A perfect score."
"Quincy the Puppy, you can’t play there." Holly Winslow, on the verge of losing again, started to cheat. She picked up an eraser and erased his move.
Mortimer Quincy didn’t stop her, saying with a mix of helplessness and indulgence, "Holly, you’ve cheated three times now."
"No, I haven’t."
Holly Winslow let out a mischievous "hehe," drew a checkmark on the scratchpad, and whispered, "Quincy the Puppy, you lost! Quick, bark like a puppy." Then she leaned her ear toward him.
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He let out a quiet, resigned, "WOOF, WOOF, WOOF." Holly Winslow’s eyes curved into crescents as she grinned, saying smugly, "Let’s play again. I’ll go easy on you this time."
Pantheon, watching their lovey-dovey display: "..."
’It’s like I’m not even here.’
That evening, Gabe Chaucer put on a movie for them. This time it was a war film with some historical significance, and the whole class was watching.
Holly Winslow’s seat by the windowsill didn’t have a good view, so she moved her stool next to Mortimer Quincy. To save herself the effort, she leaned directly on his shoulder to watch.
The tension and exhaustion from the exams faded away during the movie.
This time, they didn’t have to write a report on it.
The students’ exams were over, but the teachers’ work was just beginning. They gathered together, staying up late to grade the papers.
The exams this time were quite difficult, and the students’ scores were generally low. Many teachers sighed as they graded, thinking that if the college entrance exams were this hard, everyone would be doomed.
Just then, the Rocket Class’s math teacher, Jason Zane, felt his brow unfurrow. Although the name on the perfect-score math paper in his hands was covered, he knew who it belonged to from the handwriting. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
He said with satisfaction, "I’m grading Mortimer Quincy’s paper. Full marks. To get a perfect score on a test like this is quite impressive."
The other teachers came over to look. Gabe Chaucer was the happiest of all, since it was his student. "It’s all thanks to Teacher Zane’s excellent teaching."
Jason Zane smiled and didn’t deny it.
The scores weren’t out the next day, but the teachers of each subject had already started going over the exam papers. Many students were wailing and howling in despair.
English, in particular, was a fatal blow for the boys in the Rocket Class.
Pantheon listened to the English teacher go over the exam, lying lifelessly on his desk. ’It’s over. I’m definitely in for a beating when I get home.’
Eileen Webb, holding the exam papers, happened to walk by his desk and heard him. She couldn’t help but laugh. "So now you know you’re done for? Why didn’t you slack off a little less before?"
She then added comfortingly, "You’ve learned your lesson this time. Pay attention in class from now on and try to do better on the final exams."
"Our class still did pretty well this time. So far, we already have two perfect scores in English."
The whole class let out a collective "Wow!" and everyone looked toward Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow. They were the ones who got perfect scores last time, too.
Eileen Webb smiled. "It looks like everyone knows which two students I’m talking about. You should all try to learn from Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow. I personally thought their English essays this time were excellent. Holly Winslow’s use of sentence structures was particularly good. You can all discuss it with her after class."
It wasn’t that Mortimer Quincy’s essay was bad, but by comparison, Holly Winslow’s writing style was more suitable for the other students in the class to learn from.
Mortimer Quincy’s sentence structures and use of advanced vocabulary were too difficult for the other students, so it wasn’t recommended that they try to emulate him.
Meeting the admiring gazes of the entire class, Holly Winslow rubbed her nose in embarrassment. ’To be fair, I basically used a cheat code,’ she thought.
After class, Eileen Webb called Holly Winslow to her office for a chat to ask about her usual English study methods and to praise her.
They only stopped talking just before the next class started. Then, she gave Holly Winslow two mugs, one pink and one light blue. The designs were different, but at first glance, they looked like a matching set for a couple.
"One for you and one for Mortimer Quincy. Keep up the good work. Your teacher has high hopes for you both."
Holly Winslow returned to the classroom hugging the mugs. She had just put them on her desk and hadn’t even said a word when Pantheon, from behind her, craned his neck to see. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Hey, Sis! Are those couple’s mugs?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
She rubbed her nose and explained, "They’re mugs Ms. Webb gave us as a reward. They’re not a couple’s set."
Mortimer Quincy was propping his head up with one hand, his gaze on the mugs. He said leisurely, "It doesn’t matter. If we use them, they become a couple’s set."
Holly Winslow: "..."
Pantheon and Zeke Zane: "..."
’For fuck’s sake.’
