Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 144: A Test Paper Date Will Do

Holly Winslow froze for a moment, then looked down at the black shaver in her hand. "..."

’Shave my leg hair on the basketball court?’

When she saw him lift one pant leg and start to roll up the other, she quickly pulled it back down. "There’s no way I’m shaving my legs on a basketball court," she whispered.

’Actually, she’d dealt with Mortimer’s leg hair before. Like, when she was waxing her own legs... *cough*, she’d just do his too while she was at it.’

"Then you’ll come home with me to shave them?"

Seeing her adorably proud expression, Mortimer couldn’t resist kissing her. "Actually," he added, "whether you shave them or not won’t affect your husband’s performance."

"Your husband is accomplished, inside and out."

"..."

’Holly suspected that Sultry Mortimer had really been reading her secret stash of novels.’

’He knew all the tropes.’

She held out her hands, putting on the air of a debt collector. "Time to pay the reading fee. You’re not leaving until you do."

"I’m afraid I don’t have any money for the reading fee."

Mortimer raised an eyebrow. The next second, he pulled her into his arms. "Wifey, hold on tight."

Holly: "..."

’So sappy it’s sickening.’

Her leg hair went unshaved. The two of them sat on a bench at the basketball court, watching a group of middle-aged uncles play basketball. Suddenly, Holly seemed to remember something and pulled a pen and an exam paper from her pocket.

It had become a recent habit of hers to carry a pen and a test paper everywhere. She’d even manage to do two or three multiple-choice questions during a trip to the bathroom.

"Hubby, I’m going to do my test paper now."

Mortimer watched as she unfolded a physics paper, picked up her pen, and immediately started working. "..."

’Damn it.’ He laughed in exasperation.

’Fine.’

’A test-taking date it is, I guess.’

In the end, the two of them were squatting down, working on the test paper they had spread out on the bench.

It was still a little hot, so the boy gently fanned the girl with his hand.

Many passersby glanced over, curious to see which family had such studious children.

An auntie who lived on the floor below the Winslows said to the person beside her, "Isn’t that the Winslow family’s girl? She’s really shaping up lately. She’s at Jarton High now, and I hear she’s even in the honors class."

"The honors class? That’s so impressive!"

"That’s right. My son goes to Jarton High, and he said the Winslow girl even ranked first in their grade on the last exam."

"Is that really true? I heard the top student at Jarton High was from that family in the foreign-style house. That tall, slim boy, handsome as a TV star. He was on the Jarton High television station last time."

"I heard that boy didn’t even write the essay, but he still ranked second in the grade. He’s really something else."

"Hey, the boy next to the Winslow girl... he looks like that boy who was on TV."

"Wow, it really is him. Are their families relatives? I’ve never heard of the Winslows having any relatives around here."

Holly heard every word. "..."

She quickly put her test paper back in her pocket and tugged on Mortimer’s sleeve, ready to make a run for it.

The auntie who lived in the same building as Holly called out to her with a beaming smile, "Holly, is this a relative of yours?" Her eyes landed on Mortimer as she spoke.

Faced with a flock of aunties ready to gossip, Holly: "..."

She took Mortimer’s hand. "Yep. He’s mine."

Hearing those two words—"he’s mine"—Mortimer raised an eyebrow, satisfied.

’Yep. He was Holly’s.’

"What’s his name? How old is he?" the auntie in the dark green dress asked, smiling warmly at Mortimer. The more she looked at him, the more she approved. What a handsome boy.

’This feels like she’s about to try and set him up.’

Holly: "..."

"Aunties, sorry, but we really have to get going. My dad just called and told us to hurry home. Bye!"

She grabbed Mortimer and quickly ran out of the basketball court. Once they were a safe distance away, she finally let out a sigh of relief, which was immediately followed by a quiet "hmph."

She shook her head smugly. "Hubby, you should be thanking me. If this little fairy hadn’t made the first move back in the day, you’d have to face that flock of aunties and endure an endless cycle of matchmaking."

’She remembered when she and Mortimer got married. The whole neighborhood had been in an uproar. How did the Quincy family’s top science scholar end up marrying the Winslow family’s daughter, who only went to a vocational college?’

’It must be because she’s pretty, they’d said.’

’That was the only thing the entire neighborhood could agree on about her.’

’No, wait, there was one other thing: she was just plain lucky.’

Mortimer raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly in agreement. "Such a monumental kindness... I can never repay it. Well, I suppose your husband will just have to offer his body in return."

Holly burst out laughing. She tilted her head back and giggled, then fumbled in her pocket and pulled out a fifty-yuan bill. Waving it around like a little heiress, she said, "Come on. This little sugar mama is treating you to ice cream. You can have whatever you want—the five-yuan bars, the eight-yuan bars, take your pick!"

"I’m not picky. I’ll just have a taste of what my wifey’s having," Mortimer said languidly. "Hmm, a kiss would be even better."

...

Due to the summer heat, there had been several incidents of students from other schools drowning while playing in the water. As a result, Jarton High began to take the issue with extreme seriousness.

On Monday, the second day after all grades returned to school, a school-wide safety assembly was held. Usually, the seniors were exempt, but this time, they were required to attend as well.

The sophomore who usually emceed these events was absent, so Mortimer Quincy, a frequent speaker on stage, was chosen at the last minute to be the assembly’s keynote speaker and read the safety notice.

Holly glanced at the safety notice. It was over a thousand words long. ’This is going to take forever,’ she thought.

After second period, over three thousand students in their matching school uniforms gathered on the athletic field.

It was already a hot day, and standing packed together in a large crowd only made it worse.

The students were slumped over and leaning every which way, each one trying to use the person in front of them to block the sun.

Pantheon was standing behind Paul Powell. "Rook, shift over a little. Block some of this sun for me."

"Piss off."

Annoyed, Paul Powell deliberately shuffled to the opposite side, instantly exposing Pantheon to the full force of the sun.

Pantheon couldn’t outwit Mortimer Quincy or Zeke Zane, but he could definitely mess with an idiot like Paul Powell. "Teacher Chaucer, Rook has a sec—"

"Shut up!" Paul Powell shot him a glare and resignedly shifted back to block the sun.

Pantheon grinned victoriously. ’If only I was as bold as Mortimer,’ he thought, ’I wouldn’t even have to stoop to making threats.’

Holly was in the front row, and since her class was at the very front, there was nothing to offer shade. The sun was so bright she had to squint, her eyes narrowed to slits.

Mortimer stood on the left side of the stage, his figure cloaked in the shade of a tree. He was much better off than the students baking in the sun below.

Listening to the principal’s usual long-winded speech, he looked down at his wife. She was squinting so hard her eyes had almost vanished.

’She looked just like she does when she first wakes up and can’t open her eyes.’

’If they were at home, he’d be kissing her over and over.’

He chuckled softly, then waved in her direction. Instantly, the heads of numerous students swiveled to look.

Holly didn’t see him right away. She kept her eyes squinted and her gaze directed downward, trying to minimize the harsh glare.

Suddenly, Gabe Chaucer walked over. "Holly Winslow, Mortimer Quincy needs to see you."

Holly paused in confusion, then looked over to where Mortimer was. He was beckoning to her.

Thinking it was something urgent, she jogged up onto the stage under the watchful eyes of the entire school.

The principal, who was in the middle of his speech, glanced their way for a moment before continuing, "Safety must be treated with the utmost importance. You cannot afford to be careless just to have fun..."

When Holly reached Mortimer’s side, she glanced at the dean of students and whispered, "What is it?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Stand with me, I’m nervous," Mortimer said, his voice calm and face perfectly straight, making sure the dean of students could hear.

Upon hearing this, the dean of students glanced at the pair.

Holly: "..."

Realizing that it was much shadier up here than down below, she guiltily played along. "Alright, I’ll keep you company then."

As she said this, she peeked at the dean of students out of the corner of her eye. "Mr. Hollis, is that alright?"

"Of course."

The dean of students nodded amiably, though he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, and his attention soon drifted back to the principal at the center of the stage.