Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 30: Scholar Quincy’s Intangible Domination
Holly Winslow tilted up her fresh face, blinked, and said, "So even the 700-point Scholar Quincy needs tutoring."
Mortimer Quincy slung the pink backpack over his left shoulder. With a slight arch of his brow, the corners of his eyes lifting, he said in a low, husky voice, "I’m here with my wifey."
"Who’s your wifey? I haven’t married you, you know."
With that, Holly Winslow broke into a light jog, her jet-black ponytail bouncing with every step.
Mortimer Quincy chuckled, strode forward on his long legs, and quickly caught up, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Hm? Say that again, wifey. Your hubby didn’t hear you clearly."
...
The two of them entered the tutoring classroom just in the nick of time. There were no seats left in the front, so they found a pair of seats at the very back and sat down, ending up as desk mates.
The morning was a double period of math. The male teacher had a receding hairline, wore a pair of glasses, and looked very much like a veteran teacher who had been in education for many years.
He pushed up his glasses, his Mandarin carrying a regional accent. "Hello, students. I’m your math teacher, Damon Young. You can call me Teacher Young, or you can call me Uncle Young."
His tone was very gentle, probably because they were paying for this tutoring.
"This is the first time I’m teaching you all, and I don’t know your current level yet. So, let’s spend forty minutes on a quiz. It consists of twenty multiple-choice questions covering the key concepts from the entire first year of high school."
"Students in the front row, please pass them back."
After getting the quiz, Holly Winslow glanced over it, took out her pen, and neatly wrote her name. She glanced at Mortimer Quincy beside her, who had also written his name.
From the podium, Damon Young added, "Students, you must do this on your own. No cheating. Otherwise, I won’t know how well you’ve grasped the first-year material."
The quiz began.
Mortimer Quincy glanced at Holly Winslow beside him, who was using scratch paper to work out the problems. He then picked up his pen and filled in the answers on his paper. The twenty questions didn’t even take him ten minutes.
His gaze fell to his side again. Holly was only on the fifth problem, and she’d already gotten four of them wrong. It seemed her fundamentals were... hmm... not terrible.
Damon Young came down from the podium, about to remind Mortimer Quincy not to cheat, but then he discovered that his quiz was already finished.
"Young man, you’re finished?"
"Yes."
Mortimer Quincy nodded.
Damon Young picked up his quiz. He was shocked to see it was all correct. He had written these questions himself, so there was no possibility of cheating by looking them up online.
He couldn’t help but size Mortimer Quincy up for a few moments, but afraid of disturbing the other students, he placed the quiz back on the desk and walked away.
Holly Winslow glanced at Mortimer Quincy’s quiz. It was already finished.
’He’s fast,’ she thought.
The next second, she realized that of the five questions she had done, four of her answers didn’t match "Quick" Quincy’s.
"..."
Given Scholar Quincy’s abilities, it was almost certain that she was the one who was wrong. She was completely crushed.
The forty-minute period ended, and Teacher Young began collecting the quizzes. He then sat at the podium and quickly graded them.
Mortimer Quincy’s gaze fell on the two densely packed pages of scratch paper on Holly Winslow’s desk. "..."
’How on earth did my wifey manage to fill up so much scratch paper when she can’t even solve the problems?’
Out of twenty multiple-choice questions, she got three right. And hmm, one of those was a lucky guess. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
With a success rate like that, she would have been better off just picking the same letter for every answer.
"Mortimer, this is so hard," Holly Winslow sighed, her face crestfallen.
Mortimer Quincy patted the back of her head and praised her against his conscience, "You did great."
"Really?"
Holly Winslow thought that if Scholar Quincy said she did great, then it must be true. Her gloomy mood instantly vanished.
The quizzes were handed back. Her paper was covered in red X’s, with no score written on it. Holly Winslow looked at Mortimer Quincy. "..."
’This is what he calls ’great’?’
She only got three questions right. She really would have been better off guessing randomly.
She looked at Mortimer Quincy’s quiz. A big checkmark, followed by a 1 and two 0s.
"..."
She figured the teacher hadn’t given her a score because he didn’t want to crush her self-esteem.
Damon Young stood before the class and analyzed the results. "With the exception of a few students who have a strong foundation, the rest of you have a fairly weak grasp of the first-year material. Since that’s the case, I’ll start teaching from the first Chapter of the textbook. Everyone, please pay close attention."
While listening to the lecture, Holly Winslow glanced at Mortimer Quincy beside her. He was listening attentively to the teacher. Although he rarely wrote anything down, whenever the teacher mentioned a key point, he would underline it and mark it with a small triangle.
She quickly looked away and focused on the lecture.
During the last period of the morning, Damon Young had them review the material covered that day.
Mortimer Quincy took out the quiz, used a black clicky pen to circle the first problem, and said, "The teacher just went over a problem of this type. Holly, try doing it again."
Holly Winslow picked up her scratch notebook, started working on it, and found the correct answer after four or five minutes.
"Give me the notebook."
Mortimer Quincy wrote a variation of the problem in the notebook. It required a different way of thinking to solve, but it used the same formula.
Holly Winslow read the problem carefully three times and began to work it out on her scratch paper. On the third step, Mortimer Quincy spoke up, lightly tapping the question with the tip of his pen. "That’s wrong. Read the problem more carefully."
"Sometimes, working forward doesn’t work. You can try working backward. The same mathematical formula can be applied to dozens, even hundreds, of different problem types. You can’t just stick to conventional thinking."
Heeding his reminder, Holly Winslow looked at the problem again. She tried a different approach, and it just clicked. "Is the answer 2?"
Mortimer Quincy nodded. "There’s a shortcut for this type of multiple-choice question. You can plug the answer choices directly into the formula, and you’ll find the correct one very quickly."
He didn’t like doing it that way—it was a waste of time. But for Holly Winslow, who was bad at math, it was a valuable shortcut.
After that, he went over some of the key points the teacher had mentioned in class with Holly, helping to reinforce and deepen her memory of them.
...
「After resting at home for a while, Wyatt Winslow glanced at his watch. It was 11:46. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, changed into some casual clothes, and headed to the Peisheng tutoring center.」
He arrived at Peisheng at just 11:53.
He stood by the window, his lips pressed into a tight line, his gaze fixed on the boy and girl in the last row of the classroom.
The boy’s short, layered hair fell just above his eyebrows. His lips moved as he patiently explained something.
The girl’s small, delicate face was full of concentration; she would occasionally nod, and occasionally shake her head.
At 11:59, Wyatt Winslow turned and walked away.
He didn’t know how to handle Holly Winslow’s puppy love.
RING RING... The bell signaling the end of class rang.
Holly Winslow packed her pen and books into her backpack and called out Mortimer Quincy’s new nickname with a grin, "’Quick’ Quincy, what’s for lunch?"
Quick Quincy?
Quick?
Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow meaningfully. "Wifey, are you complaining that I’m too fast?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
If she couldn’t understand the hidden meaning in that scoundrel Mortimer Quincy’s words, then all those years of sharing a bed with him would have been for nothing.
Just then, her phone rang. It was Wyatt Winslow. She made a "shh" gesture at Mortimer Quincy and answered the call. "Dad."
Wyatt Winslow’s voice was as flat as ever. "Remember to get some lunch."
"I know, Dad. Are you at the factory?"
"Mhm."
"Dad, don’t work too hard. Your health is important." Holly Winslow paused, then said, enunciating each word, "Dad, I worry about you."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. "Mhm."
