Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 148: You Can Also Report Me for Early Marriage

Chapter 148: Chapter 148: You Can Also Report Me for Early Marriage

’What kind of outrageously flirtatious words were these.’

Holly Winslow: "..."

She quickly tore up the note and tossed it into the small trash bag between them. Then, she took out a new piece of paper: *Quincy the Lecher, how many years in prison are you looking to serve?*

Quincy the Lecher read the note and scrawled a line in response.

*With my looks, I probably wouldn’t have to serve time.*

The note quickly returned to Holly Winslow’s hands. "..."

’I really underestimated how shameless he could be.’

She couldn’t help but mutter at him under her breath, "You’re so shameless."

"I only need a wife," Mortimer Quincy said, propping his head up with his hand.

The English teacher walked over to their side. While continuing the lecture, she rapped on Mortimer Quincy’s desk, signaling for them to pay attention.

Holly Winslow immediately hid the note under her textbook. She awkwardly picked up her pen and pretended to listen, stealing a glance out of the corner of her eye at Scholar Quincy in the outer row.

The thick-skinned rascal didn’t even change his posture. Despite slacking off, he was still keeping up with the teacher’s lecture.

The English teacher stood there for over ten minutes before moving to the other side of the room.

Pantheon turned around with a long face and whispered, "Can you give me a break? I’m in a ranked match!"

Mortimer Quincy gave him a cool glance, a look of "scorn" worthy of a pro gamer. "Does it make a difference whether you play or not?"

Pantheon: "..."

’Damn it, he almost choked on his own anger.’

’Are those the words of a human being?’

"Pantheon, stand up and tell me the answer to this question," the English teacher instructed.

Pantheon: "..."

He picked up the test paper. "B."

"Why B?"

"’I had been born in the 16th century’ is a conditional clause in the subjunctive mood, so it needs to be introduced by ’if’."

The English teacher, looking reasonably satisfied, let him sit down. "Pay more attention in class."

...

During fifth period chemistry on Thursday, the chemistry teacher didn’t show up. The physics teacher from the class next door came to substitute. He pushed up his glasses. "Your Mr. Hollis had a family matter to attend to, so he went home. I’ll be teaching this period. Take out your chemistry worksheets."

The whole class hooted with laughter.

The physics teacher and the chemistry teacher were husband and wife.

Paul Powell led the applause. "Welcome, teacher!"

Instantly, the other boys joined in, a complete turnaround from how they usually behaved in chemistry class.

Ahem, the substitute physics teacher was famously gentle. In short, the students loved him.

The physics teacher lectured on chemistry from the podium, while the students below were all busy with their own things.

The boys started their shenanigans. A note was passed from the front to the back, from the back to the left, and from the left back to the right where it started.

*Let’s team up.*

Pantheon, Zeke Zane, and the others had already figured out a way to deal with Gabe Chaucer collecting phones. They had haggled together at a second-hand market and bought a few crappy thirty-yuan phones to hand in as decoys.

This was why Zeke Zane had mooched a meal off Mortimer Quincy.

With students teaming up for games in front of her and behind her, even Holly Winslow was getting a bit distracted. She turned to look at Mortimer Quincy. He was still listening to the lecture, idly twirling and clicking his pen.

He seemed to be in deep thought.

’Scholar Quincy’s ability to get first place is actually due in large part to his hard work.’

She silently encouraged herself. ’I have to work even harder.’

The next second, she saw Mortimer Quincy pick up his pen and write out the solution to a math problem on his scratch paper. "..."

’I take back what I just thought.’

After Mortimer Quincy finished writing, he caught sight of his wife staring at him blankly. He raised an amused eyebrow. "What’s wrong?"

"I’m going to tell on you for doing math during physics class." Holly Winslow pointed her pen at his scratch paper, an "I caught you red-handed" expression on her face.

Faced with his wife the little tattletale, Mortimer Quincy wasn’t scared at all. Instead, he propped up his chin and said earnestly, "You can also tell on me for marrying young."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Just as she was about to retort, she caught a sudden glimpse of a figure with glasses in the window. Her heart skipped a beat. She immediately sat up straight and whispered a warning, "Ahem, Teacher Chaucer."

Mortimer Quincy’s posture didn’t change, but his gaze shifted to the chemistry worksheet.

Many other students saw him too and quickly straightened up. The classroom, which had been buzzing with noise just moments before, now fell silent, leaving only the sound of the physics teacher explaining the worksheet.

After several minutes, Gabe Chaucer finally walked away from the window.

This was probably the "happiest" class the advanced class had had recently. When the physics teacher left, everyone even asked him to substitute more often.

Mortimer Quincy grabbed his lunchbox and, just like usual, wrapped an arm around Holly Winslow to go eat. But as soon as they stepped out of the classroom, he froze. "..."

’His father-in-law had arrived.’

He pulled his hand back. Ahem. Forcing a calm expression, he said, "Uncle Winslow."

Holly Winslow also froze for a moment. When she snapped out of it, she ran up with a smile, saying coaxingly, "Dad."

Wyatt Winslow didn’t look at Mortimer Quincy, clearly displeased by his earlier action. "Mm."

He handed what he was holding to Holly Winslow. "Take this and put it in the classroom for now."

Mortimer Quincy proactively helped carry it into the classroom. Seeing her dad’s grim expression, Holly Winslow awkwardly touched her nose and tried to change the subject. "Dad, you haven’t eaten, have you? I’ll treat you. The food at our school is delicious."

"The braised pork is especially good."

Wyatt Winslow didn’t refuse, just grunted, "Mm."

「In the Cafeteria」

Mortimer Quincy went to the school store to buy a bowl. After getting food for the three of them, he tactfully carried his meal over to where Pantheon and the others were sitting.

’Best not to disturb his father-in-law and wife’s one-on-one time.’

Wyatt Winslow’s expression softened slightly. He looked at Holly Winslow again and again, finally lecturing her in his capacity as a father, "Be mindful of your conduct at school. You’re a girl."

"Okay."

Holly Winslow agreed meekly. Then she picked up a piece of pork rib from her bowl and said with a beaming smile, "Dad, try this."

Not far away, Mortimer Quincy kept glancing over. He breathed a small sigh of relief only when he saw his father-in-law’s expression improve significantly.

’Earning brownie points with his father-in-law was ten times harder than the college entrance exams.’

Pantheon suddenly leaned in, a wicked grin on his face. "Mortimer Quincy, why don’t you go say a proper hello to your father-in-law?"

"Get lost." Mortimer Quincy couldn’t be bothered with him.

The boys all ate quickly. By the time Mortimer Quincy had finished washing his bowl, Holly Winslow and Wyatt Winslow were still at their table. Wyatt Winslow had finished, but Holly Winslow was still eating.

Mortimer Quincy stood at the entrance to the dishwashing area, attracting the gazes of many female students. They would walk past in twos and threes, only to circle back around.

Getting impatient, a certain Mr. Quincy singled out one of the girls for not wearing her school ID and docked her five points.

After that, the area in front of him cleared up considerably.

A few minutes later, Holly Winslow and Wyatt Winslow finally got up to wash their bowls.

Wyatt Winslow glanced at him, then said to Holly Winslow, "Holly, go wash your bowl."

He clearly had something to say to Mortimer Quincy.

Having been caught in an intimate moment, Holly Winslow gave Mortimer Quincy an "you’re on your own" look and obediently went to wash her bowl.

Under a large tree a short distance from the dishwashing area, there were only two or three other students.

Wyatt Winslow carefully sized up the young man, who was taller than him. His eyes held not immaturity, but a kind of steady composure.

’Judging by looks alone, he’s indeed outstanding. But the more outstanding he is, the more I worry that Holly will be at a disadvantage.’

He thought for a moment before speaking seriously. "It’s best to be mindful of your conduct at school. It’s better for both Holly and for you. You’re young, and there are many things you don’t understand."