Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 129: I’ll Get 1st Place Even If I Die

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: I’ll Get 1st Place Even If I Die

Paul Powell knocked and entered the office, anxiously saying, "Teacher Chaucer, Pantheon has a stomachache." As he spoke, he forcefully twisted Pantheon’s arm.

"Ah!" Pantheon yelped, the pain nearly bringing tears to his eyes.

’Screw you, Paul Powell!’

He started acting, clutching his stomach and moaning softly.

Gabe Chaucer pushed up his glasses, his "laser" eyes scanning back and forth between the two boys, unimpressed. "I’ll take you to the school nurse to get it checked out."

After so many years as a head teacher, he could tell if they were faking with just one look.

These were all tricks he’d pulled himself when he was young.

Pantheon and Paul Powell: "..."

Pantheon, still clutching his stomach, waved his hands. "No need, Teacher Chaucer. I feel much better now. I can tough it out." With that, he and Paul Powell left the office.

"These kids are going stir-crazy from being cooped up," the head teacher from the class next door said, unable to hold back a laugh. "The other day, a student came into my office crying, saying his grandma had died. I almost fell for it. But when I called his parents, his dad said without missing a beat, ’What? His grandma died? She’s been dead for over ten years!’"

Another head teacher chimed in, "The students in my class are even weirder. One told me his family’s cow was stolen and he needed to go home to find it."

「In the classroom.」

Pantheon and Paul Powell’s attempt to get a leave of absence ended in failure, which was entirely expected by the rest of the class.

Holly Winslow had been thinking that if they’d actually managed to get out, she would have shamelessly asked them to bring back two cups of milk tea, but her hopes were dashed.

Hearing her sigh, Mortimer Quincy tilted his head to look at her and said mischievously, "Holly, you pretend to be sick, and I’ll take you to get a pass."

"Huh?"

Holly Winslow’s eyes widened. She touched her nose, then quickly rejected the idea. "No, let’s not. Teacher Chaucer would never approve it."

"He will." A playful glint flashed in Mortimer Quincy’s eyes. He added, "Honey, just use the same tricks on him that you use on me. Teacher Chaucer will have to sign."

Holly Winslow’s heart fluttered in a panic. She refused adamantly. "No way."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. "Why not? Don’t you want milk tea anymore? I was hoping to go out for some hot pot."

Hearing "hot pot," Holly Winslow did indeed hesitate. The school food wasn’t bad, but after eating it for so long, it had gotten completely bland.

She asked seriously, "What illness should I fake? A stomachache?"

Mortimer Quincy’s shoulders gave a nearly imperceptible shrug as he suppressed a smile. "Mhm."

When they reached the office door, Holly Winslow immediately clutched her stomach, putting on an utterly "frail" expression. Her listless gaze, in particular, was masterfully done.

’Damn, that’s hilarious.’

Mortimer Quincy couldn’t hold back his amusement. He supported her as they walked in. "Teacher Chaucer, we’re here to pick up the leave pass."

Seeing Holly Winslow’s sick-person act getting more and more convincing, he let out a low chuckle.

"It’s already signed. Here’s the class fund. Just buy two of everything, brooms and all."

Gabe Chaucer noticed Holly Winslow’s uncomfortable expression and asked with concern, "Holly Winslow, what’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

Holly Winslow now realized that Mortimer Quincy had tricked her. "..."

’That damn Mortimer Quincy, he actually pranked me.’

She waved her hand stiffly and said weakly, "It’s nothing, Teacher Chaucer. I just have a bit of a cramp."

"If you’re not feeling well, we can have someone else go." Gabe Chaucer thought to himself, ’Girls are so much less trouble than boys. She’s not feeling well and she’s trying to hide it.’

The moment Holly Winslow heard this, she blurted out, "I’m comfortable."

Mortimer Quincy, standing beside her, laughed so hard his shoulders slumped. ’My wife is just too funny.’ "Teacher Chaucer, it’s getting late. I’ll take Holly and go."

Once they were out of the school gates, Holly Winslow let him have it, hitting and kicking at him playfully. She only stopped a few minutes later, her anger finally vented.

She distanced herself from him a little. "From now on, we walk on opposite sides of the street."

"What do you mean, opposite sides?" Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, reaching out to wrap his arm tightly around her shoulders. "Like this? Or like that?"

"..."

Holly Winslow bared her teeth at him, saying in a mock-ferocious tone, "Like that, my foot!"

The two spent about forty minutes eating hot pot, five minutes buying supplies for the classroom, and then went to get milk tea.

Holly Winslow thought for a moment and bought milk tea for Mortimer Quincy’s dorm mates and for Luna Lynch as well.

They returned to the classroom with five minutes to spare before self-study. A recording of English vocabulary was already playing, mixed with the sound of students reading aloud.

Gabe Chaucer watched the two enter the classroom and left just as the evening reading session was about to end.

Pantheon stared at Mortimer Quincy with a look that screamed, "You’re so heartless." "Mortimer Quincy, you actually managed to get a leave pass."

"You got a problem with that?" Mortimer Quincy took out his book and scratch paper, getting ready for the evening class.

"Argh! How come?! I’m gonna get first place, I’ll die trying to get first place!"

Pantheon felt that Gabe Chaucer was a classic case of playing favorites. Why was it that anything Mortimer Quincy did was right, and anything he did was wrong?

Zeke Zane mercilessly shot him down. "Then you might as well just die. It’ll save you the misery of living."

Pantheon: "..."

"Zeke Zane, what right do you have to talk? I scored one point higher than you on the final!"

"Oh? And Mortimer Quincy scored fifty points higher than you," Zeke Zane retorted.

Pantheon: "..."

Holly Winslow passed them milk tea from under the desk. Pantheon’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help but howl, "Ma’am! Ma’am, you’re the best!"

The entire class instantly looked over, and it was silent for a few seconds.

Pantheon realized his mistake and immediately corrected himself. "My math book! I found it! That’s great, now I don’t have to spend a dollar to buy one."

Holly Winslow held back her laughter. Once everyone’s gazes had shifted away, she hid her face behind a book and whispered, "Mortimer Quincy, is Pantheon the life of the party in your dorm?"

"No."

Mortimer Quincy denied it without a second thought. He saw that she was still smiling, and over some other guy, no less.

He was jealous.

He warned her quietly, "If you keep smiling, I’m going to kiss you."

Holly Winslow: "..."

「Chemistry Class」

The chemistry teacher handed out a test to the whole class. "You won’t be able to focus on a lecture tonight anyway. Use these three class periods to work on this test. Turn it in at the end of class."

"Take it seriously. Anyone who doesn’t score at least a ninety on this will have to copy the entire test by hand. These are all problems I’ve gone over in class."

Now that they were in their senior year, the teachers for every subject had become much stricter with them.

This was also a school requirement.

The performance of the honors class directly affected Jarton High’s reputation.

Holly Winslow was halfway through when she got stuck on a chemical formula that just didn’t feel right, no matter how she wrote it. She saw it was worth four points.

’Nope, can’t lose these points.’

She carefully glanced at the chemistry teacher on the podium, then nudged Scholar Quincy, who was almost done with his test, with her elbow. She whispered, drawing out the words: "First question... part... two..."

To avoid being noticed, she propped her head up with her hand and didn’t dare look at him. Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle, then slid his test paper over a bit, mimicking her tone. "O... kay..."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She kept one eye cautiously on the teacher while using her peripheral vision to "borrow" from Mortimer Quincy’s test.

Just then, Chase Hawkins, who was sitting behind them, saw this and whispered, "Mortimer Quincy, move it over a little. I can’t see."

Mortimer Quincy’s "double-standard" face appeared. He said heartlessly, "Look at your own."

His test paper didn’t move from its perfect viewing angle for Holly Winslow. Chase Hawkins: "..."

He had no choice but to crane his neck to see.

As he copied, he cursed inwardly, ’Mortimer Quincy, you total hypocrite.’