Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 130: Recite Classical Chinese 5000 Times

Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Recite Classical Chinese 5000 Times

After a desperate countdown to the break, the first monthly exam of their senior year finally arrived.

On the morning of the exam, Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy had already come to an agreement: Mortimer would spot her one of the major questions.

A *very* major question.

The essay, to be precise.

The end of the monthly exam marked the start of their first break of the semester—two whole days.

Jarton High was much more generous than Jarton Second High in this regard. According to Anna Willow and Iris Kensington’s complaints, their school only gave them one day off.

They’d barely have time to catch their breath before the noose tightened again.

On the afternoon the break started, Mortimer Quincy made good on the "two all-nighters" promise from the men’s dorm, room 206. He rented seven computers at an internet cafe for two full days, plus two more for an hour.

Holly Winslow was genuinely skilled at games, managing to carry four scrub teammates to victory.

And then they lost.

Zeke Zane looked at Mortimer Quincy in frustration. "Can you stop throwing the game?"

Mortimer clicked his mouse a few times and said nonchalantly, "It has nothing to do with me. You guys are just less skilled."

"You can’t even beat my Holly." He let out a soft chuckle.

Zeke Zane was speechless. "..."

’What the hell? Why did I have to be on his team?’

Pantheon, who was on Holly’s team, laughed outrageously. "You can’t even beat my cousin! Pathetic!"

The words had barely left his mouth when he was hit with a death glare from a certain someone.

He quickly corrected himself. "Not mine! She’s Mortimer’s!"

"As long as you know." Mortimer shot him a cool glance, as if to say, ’You know what’s good for you.’

Pantheon was speechless. "..."

’Yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s all yours.’

Mortimer and Holly played for their allotted hour, and when the time was up, Mortimer announced they were leaving. Chase Hawkins, who was just getting into the groove, tried to persuade her to stay. "Cousin, just one more game with us! Ugh, it’s no fun playing with trash teammates like Rook and the guys."

That single sentence managed to offend six people. Paul "Rook" Powell scoffed, "Us? Trash? I wonder who’s the one playing like a bot."

Pantheon twisted the knife. "Walks like a bot, too."

Mortimer delivered the final blow. "Don’t get any ideas. She has nothing to do with you."

Chase Hawkins was speechless. "..."

Once the pair had left the internet cafe, Chase Hawkins started tsk-tsking. Ahem, not that he would dare say it to Mortimer’s face. "Mortimer is way too overprotective. If it were me, I would’ve rebelled ages ago."

"Pfft. With a guy like you, you wouldn’t even need to rebel," Pantheon taunted ruthlessly, his eyes still on his game. "Mortimer wouldn’t give you the time of day. He probably wouldn’t even want to speak to you."

Chase Hawkins was speechless. "..."

Then he suddenly asked, "What do you think Mortimer would do if I tried to pursue ’Cousin’?"

Zeke Zane and Pantheon were so stunned they started coughing violently. Pantheon stared at him in shock. "You’d die."

Zeke Zane added with grave seriousness, "Yep."

Chase Hawkins was speechless. "..."

"Sounds kind of exciting to me."

’Exciting?’

’More like getting yourself killed.’

Pantheon’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "I’m staying far away from you, dude."

He knew Chase was just joking. In their hearts, they all really did think of "Cousin" as an actual cousin.

Paul Powell laughed out loud, his eyes on the screen. "Quincy, I think you must’ve gotten your head stuck in a door. To actually want Mortimer as your brother-in-law."

"If I had a brother-in-law like Mortimer, I’d go memorize classical literature three thousand times. No, five thousand times!"

"Hahaha! Anyway, no more talk. I’ve got company over here! Hurry and give me some support!"

Pantheon and the others were speechless. "..."

’To say something as drastic as memorizing classical literature five thousand times!’

’Badass.’

...

After getting home, Holly started on her homework. It might have been a break, but in reality, she was just doing homework in a different place.

Messages started popping up one after another in the "Little Fairies" group chat.

Iris Kensington: I don’t think Chris Chaucer likes me anymore.

Anna Willow: ???

Iris Kensington: I text him, and he takes forever to reply. Like, one or two minutes.

Holly Winslow: ...

’Ellie, do you not have enough homework to do?’

Iris Kensington: ...

Anna Willow: Hahahaha, I’m dying.

Iris Kensington: We’re done!

Anna Willow: I think you’re overthinking it. Didn’t Chris come to school to see you just a couple of days ago?

Iris Kensington: That was a few days ago. Not today.

Holly exited the group chat and sent Mortimer a text. After a minute or two, there was still no reply.

...

’I don’t think you like me anymore.’

When Mortimer got out of the shower, he picked up his phone and saw her message. He raised an eyebrow and immediately called her. "What do you want to buy? Or what do you want me to do?"

Holly was speechless. "..."

’My post-marriage image is unsalvageable.’

"Mortimer, I think..."

"What do you want to buy?" Mortimer asked, ruffling his damp hair.

Holly gave up. She whispered tentatively, "Spicy skewers?"

"Go do your homework. I’ll bring them over in half an hour. Be good, and stop pulling these stunts."

As soon as she hung up, Mortimer got up and headed to the kitchen.

Half an hour later, the Winslows’ doorbell rang.

There stood Mortimer, holding a container of spicy skewers. He asked dryly, "This whole ’I don’t think you like me anymore’ thing... what was that all about?"

"Hehe." Holly just gave him a goofy grin.

Mortimer tapped her on the head with his index finger, seeing right through her. "Got some ’inspiration’ from your girlfriends again?"

Those three girls were like conjoined triplets. If one couple had a ’fight,’ the other two were bound to follow suit.

He knew the drill by now.

"Nope," Holly denied.

...

Mortimer left around six o’clock, and Holly started making dinner.

Wyatt Winslow returned at seven, laden with fruits and snacks—all of Holly’s favorites.

"Dad, go wash your hands. There’s just one last soup to finish."

Holly, wearing a black apron, placed a dish on the table.

Wyatt Winslow hummed in acknowledgment.

After dinner, Holly curled up on the sofa to watch the news with her father. Suddenly, Wyatt turned the volume down. "Holly, have you ever thought about studying abroad?"

Back then, studying abroad was much more prestigious than it would become in later years. For a family to have a child studying overseas was a huge deal.

Holly didn’t immediately reject her father’s kind offer. She thought for a moment before shaking her head. "I don’t want to be too far away from you, Dad. Besides, there’s a school I want to get into here."

"Branton University’s College of Education. I want to be a teacher."

This was the first time she had told him about her plans for the future. Wyatt was taken aback for a second, but after a moment, he respected her choice. "Okay."

He paused for a moment. "You don’t have to factor me into your decision." With that, he got up to get a glass of water.

Watching his retreating figure, Holly felt an inexplicable pang in her heart. She forced a cheerful laugh. "No, *I’m* the one who can’t bear to leave my dad."

...

「The next morning」

Wyatt was on the phone out on the living room balcony. "Yes, go ahead and make the arrangements... We’ll deal with any issues on Monday. Pay the wages on Monday, too. Everyone will get an extra two hundred. Mm-hm. Just put everything on hold for these two days."

He hung up and saw Holly in the living room, sipping a glass of milk.

After a few sips, Holly asked, "Dad, is the factory short on money?"

She always worried about adult matters, which gave Wyatt an indescribable feeling. He pressed his lips together. "No. We don’t have anything planned today. Want to go to the zoo?"

Holly instantly understood that he was trying to take her out for fun. Her face blossomed into a wide smile. "Yes! I’ve been wanting to go for ages! Hehe, I’ll go change into a dress."

Wyatt’s tone softened as he called after her, "Eat breakfast first."

They spent the second day of their break in the city before driving back. Afterward, Wyatt dropped Holly off at school.

Holly entered the school gates, laden with bags. Just past the main statue, a boy was standing there. He wore a plain gray t-shirt, black casual capris, and white summer sneakers.

His head was down, focused on his phone. Just then, the phone in her pocket vibrated twice.

She tiptoed up behind him. "Ribbit."

Perhaps because of the heat, two rosy spots appeared on her cheeks. Mortimer couldn’t help but smile. He put his phone away and took the bags from her hands. "Hopper. How about a couple more ribbits?"