Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 141: Mr. Quincy, I Don’t Understand

Paul Powell, who was sitting across from him, got sprayed right in the face, and some even landed in his bowl. "..."

"What the hell, man!"

"Don’t be mad. I’ll get you a new serving. Braised pork."

Chase Hawkins hurriedly grabbed his lunchbox and fled the scene of the crime.

Watching him as a fellow sufferer, Pantheon couldn’t help but roar with laughter. ’Finally, someone else gets to share my "pain."’

...

That evening, after the nightly reading session, there were three consecutive periods of math.

Five minutes after the bell, the math teacher still hadn’t shown up. The classroom began to fill with chatter as students grew excited at the prospect of a free period.

Not a minute later, Gabe Chaucer, who had a class next door, walked in. Before he could even say a word, the entire class let out a collective, miserable "AHHH!"

They hated their homeroom teacher’s classes the most.

Gabe Chaucer knew exactly what they were thinking. "I have a class next door, so knock it off. Your math teacher had something come up unexpectedly and won’t be here tonight."

"Mortimer Quincy, come up and continue going over this morning’s math test with them."

This wasn’t the first time Mortimer Quincy had helped a teacher by explaining a test. Whenever they couldn’t find a substitute or there was a real emergency, they would ask him to go over the problems.

Mortimer Quincy nodded. Gabe Chaucer still had his own class to teach and couldn’t stay long. "Don’t talk. I can hear you from next door." With that, he rushed out.

Mortimer Quincy was even more serious than the actual math teacher when going over the test. With a cold, unsmiling face, he methodically explained the problems.

’Ugh, the mind of a top student... we can’t quite keep up.’

Holly Winslow was also struggling to keep up. Before she could even grasp the second step, he was already done with the third. After a moment of hesitation, she raised her hand and blurted out, "Mr. Quincy, I don’t get it."

Hearing the words "Mr. Quincy," the class went quiet for a second before everyone roared with laughter.

"Mr. Quincy’s" lips curved upward slightly before he quickly composed himself. He tapped the lectern, signaling for silence.

Once the room was quiet, he looked at Holly Winslow. "I’ll go over it again."

This time, his explanation was noticeably slower. If a certain someone’s gaze hadn’t been fixed on a certain young lady the entire time, Zeke Zane and the others might have praised him for his "professionalism."

Seeing his girl scribbling furiously with her pen, Mortimer Quincy walked down from the lectern to her desk. His finger landed on her scratch paper. "Mm, right. Just like that. You can skip this step..."

The rest of the class: "..."

’Is this a lecture for the whole class or a one-on-one tutoring session?’

’One-on-one.’

It suddenly clicked for Holly Winslow, and she nodded repeatedly to show she understood.

Only then did Mortimer Quincy pick up the test and return to the lectern. "Got it? If you got it, we’re moving on to the next question."

The rest of the class: "..."

Pantheon deliberately raised his hand. "Mr. Quincy, I don’t get it."

The class burst out laughing again.

Mortimer Quincy said coolly, "If you don’t get it, then get out."

A classic case of double standards.

Laughter aside, some students genuinely hadn’t understood, so Mortimer Quincy explained it one more time.

At one point, Gabe Chaucer found a moment to pop in and check on them. Seeing that no one was misbehaving, he returned to his own class next door, completely at ease.

It took two and a half periods to get through three of the major problems. Mortimer Quincy was about to collect the tests when a male student raised his hand. "Mortimer, could you go over number twelve of the multiple-choice section?"

The math teacher had already gone over that one. With forty students in the class, he couldn’t cater to everyone; as long as the majority understood, that was good enough.

All teachers were like that; they simply didn’t have enough energy to spare.

Mortimer Quincy flipped his test over. After looking at the question for a second or two, he saw that it was indeed a bit difficult. He nodded and began to explain.

Holly Winslow had already asked Mortimer Quincy to explain this problem to her after the math teacher’s lecture. Now, she rested her chin on the end of her pen, watching the young man at the front as he held the chalk and wrote out mathematical formulas on the blackboard.

’He has the soul of an adult, after all. The way he raises his hand and speaks carries a mature air that’s really captivating to a girl’s eyes.’

’No wonder those first-year girls were willing to get points deducted from their conduct grade just to write him love letters.’

’And with Mortimer Quincy’s full support, she was the one who got to throw those love letters away several times a day.’

When Mortimer Quincy finished writing the steps, he turned and met his girl’s attentive gaze. He raised an eyebrow, but quickly went back to explaining the problem as usual.

After the evening study session, Mortimer Quincy walked Holly Winslow to her dorm building. On their way, they saw Valerie Walsh eating ice cream with a boy.

Mortimer Quincy glanced at them once before looking away, and Holly Winslow did the same. She poked him in the chest and whispered, "Good night, darling."

"Good night to you too, sweetheart. Don’t stay up late doing practice tests for the next couple of days. Be good and get to sleep early." Mortimer Quincy affectionately ruffled her hair. He watched until she was inside the dorm before turning to leave.

...

Holly Winslow entered the dorm a step behind Valerie Walsh. As they were going up the stairs, Valerie dropped a book. Holly simply picked it up and handed it back to her.

"Thanks." Valerie Walsh looked at her with a complicated expression.

Holly Winslow shook her head. "You’re welcome."

Right as they were about to enter their dorm room, Valerie Walsh suddenly called out to her. "Holly Winslow."

Holly Winslow turned to look at her. ’My first thought was that she was going to warn me not to say anything about what I saw.’

Valerie Walsh bit her lip and whispered, "I’m sorry about... before."

Holly Winslow froze for a second before shaking her head.

The social dynamics of adolescence were actually quite straightforward. So straightforward that if someone disliked you, they would show it directly.

It was much simpler than the complex relationships of the adult world.

Seeing Holly forgive her so easily made Valerie Walsh’s face flush. She bit her lower lip. "I’m really sorry. Let me take care of your share of the dorm cleaning for the next few weeks."

Holly Winslow could tell she was sincere and smiled. "You really don’t have to. It’s almost lights out, you should hurry and get ready for bed."

「The next morning.」

After Valerie Walsh finished getting ready, she looked over at Holly Winslow, who was still at the sink. She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Holly, how much longer will you be? We can wait for you."

The other girls in the dorm were a little surprised, but they quickly went back to what they were doing.

"You guys can go on ahead. My cousin is waiting for me downstairs," Holly Winslow replied, turning her head with a faint smile.

Valerie Walsh said, "Okay," and left with Jade Sullivan and the others.

As they went down the dormitory stairs, Jade Sullivan linked arms with Valerie Walsh. "Val, did you make up with Holly Winslow?"

"Yeah. I was definitely in the wrong before."

Valerie Walsh had agonized over it for a long time. Now that she had finally cleared the air, she felt a wave of relief. She smiled at her good friends beside her and added, "Thank you, guys."

Lilian Upton knew what she meant. "Hehe," she said, "What’s there to thank us for? The three of us are best friends. Friends for life."

"Exactly," Jade Sullivan agreed with a nod.

...

All morning, Holly Winslow kept receiving snacks from Valerie Walsh and her friends, to the point where she felt a little embarrassed. Later, she filched some snacks from Mortimer Quincy’s drawer and shared them with the girls.

They all accepted.

Holly Winslow was starting to fit in with the girls of the honors class. They would fill her in on all the school gossip, and she even found out that Valerie Walsh’s boyfriend was her next-door neighbor.

The two were childhood sweethearts in the truest sense of the word, having grown up on the same floor of their apartment building.

Mortimer Quincy felt like he’d been cast aside. ’This is the third day in a row I haven’t had lunch with my girl.’

Seeing Holly Winslow about to team up with Valerie Walsh and her friends for lunch again, he grabbed her by the wrist and "accused" her mournfully, "You have an entire imperial harem; isn’t it my turn to receive your favor?"