Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 42: Writing the Triple-Angle Formula
Holly Winslow took off her backpack and set it on her desk. Then she flopped onto Iris Kensington’s bed, blinked earnestly, and said, "But I already have a husband."
Iris Kensington and Anna Willow burst out laughing, thinking she’d read so many novels she’d lost her mind. Anna Willow sidled up to her with a sly grin. "Quick, tell us! Is it Leo Lowell or Third Young Master Quincy?"
Both were male leads from currently popular campus novels.
Holly Winslow: "..."
’It’s Scholar Quincy.’
Then, they heard Anna Willow add, "If Holly has a husband, then I have three! One Leo Lowell to do the laundry and cook, one Third Young Master Quincy to bring home the bacon, and one Caleb Langdon to eat and go shopping with me."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’I’m being serious. I’m not joking.’
Iris Kensington held out a hand like a fortune-teller. "A quick divination tells me Holly’s husband is still..."
She paused, then chuckled mischievously. "Still in the womb! HAHAHAHA..."
Anna Willow was doubled over with laughter.
Holly Winslow: "..."
"I’m serious, I..."
"Oh, come on, Holly! HAHAHAHA..." Anna Willow grabbed her arm and shook it, mocking her mercilessly.
Iris Kensington was laughing so hard her stomach hurt. She added, "Holly, why don’t you just say your husband is Cousin? HAHAHAHA..."
Holly Winslow: "..."
The name "Mortimer Quincy" reached her lips, but she forced it back down.
Anna Willow wiggled her eyebrows, teasing her. "Holly, is your husband as handsome as Cousin?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
"He’s just as gorgeous."
Anna Willow and Iris Kensington rolled around on the bed, howling with laughter. Iris said, "Holly, you’re getting more and more hilarious lately."
...
At 5:40, the three of them headed to their classroom.
There were two cups of milk tea on Holly Winslow’s desk from the shop where they had taken pictures yesterday. She looked at Mina Shaw. "Mina, who are these from?"
Mina Shaw always came in early on Sundays.
Mina Shaw looked up at the milk tea. "Xavier Jennings and Jared Zimmerman."
Anna Willow and Iris Kensington nudged Holly’s arms from either side. Anna whispered, "Holly, aren’t you popular?"
Holly pinched her arm. "Oh, get outta here. Are you going to copy the homework or not?"
After Anna Willow and Iris Kensington left, Holly Winslow passed the milk teas to the students behind her, asking them to help return them to Xavier Jennings and Jared Zimmerman.
After that, she started softly reciting from a classical text. "To let this single reed drift where it may, to cross a boundless, misty sea... Grand, as if treading the void and riding the wind, with no knowledge of where to stop; ethereal, as if leaving the world to stand alone, sprouting wings to become an immortal..."
Jared Zimmerman, who had been sleeping with his head on his desk, was woken by a tap. He glanced at the milk tea with an annoyed expression. "Pass it back." After saying that, he put his head back down. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Both cups of milk tea were returned. Holly Winslow didn’t want to bother her classmates again, so she picked up the drinks and walked out, passing by Sean Hayes’s desk.
She first went to Xavier Jennings, who was closer. Xavier scratched his head. "You don’t like it?"
"I already had some this afternoon, thank you." Holly Winslow placed the milk tea on his desk, then walked over to Jared Zimmerman’s desk. He was sleeping.
She didn’t disturb him, just placed it gently on his desk and left.
At 6:05, Julian Carlton entered the classroom from the back door. He woke up the students sleeping in the back row, then stood at the podium and spoke about the weekend’s parent-teacher conferences.
He finished with a quip, "Anyone go home and get a taste of ’bamboo shoots on lean pork’?"
The whole class roared with laughter. One male student quipped, "Couldn’t afford it."
This was immediately met with another wave of boisterous laughter.
Julian Carlton laughed. "If you can’t afford it, then study hard. The midterm exams are coming up soon. Try to get good grades."
"Tonight’s two evening self-study periods will be for going over the physics homework."
The students, who had just been laughing moments ago, now all let out a reluctant "Awwwh."
Julian Carlton ignored them, walking down from the podium with his hands behind his back. "Hurry up and take out your classical texts to memorize. Mr. Webb said he’ll be calling on people to recite tomorrow. If anyone gets picked and can’t do it, I’ll have them come to my office and copy it out a hundred times."
This time, no one dared to groan. They all took out their language arts books and started memorizing.
After the evening self-study session, Iris Kensington haltingly said she needed to go to the campus store alone.
Anna Willow and Holly Winslow glanced at each other, sharing a look that clearly said ’something’s up.’ Then they each grabbed one of Iris Kensington’s arms.
Anna Willow whispered with a wicked grin, "Ellie, are you seeing someone secretly?"
Iris Kensington’s face suddenly turned red. "I’ll... I’ll tell you guys when I get back."
Anna Willow and Holly Winslow let her go. Once Iris was gone, Anna linked arms with Holly and started gossiping, "Holly, I bet Ellie is totally in a relationship. I heard Chris Chaucer call her this afternoon. Hmph! We’ll give her a good grilling later."
"Holly, you’re going to help me interrogate Ellie later."
Holly nodded guiltily.
Just before lights-out, Iris Kensington finally returned. She handed Holly Winslow and Anna Willow each a bottle of milk and then hurried off to wash up.
After washing up, the three of them huddled under their blankets and initiated group chat mode.
Little Fairies Group Chat
Anna Willow couldn’t wait and sent the first message: Spill it!! NOW!!
Iris Kensington: Chris Chaucer and I are together.
Anna Willow: AHHH!!!
Holly Winslow: ...
Anna, keep it down. Someone else in the dorm is still studying.
Anna Willow: I’m just so excited! I can’t believe Ellie is the first of us three to get a boyfriend.
Congrats, congrats!
In her bunk, Holly guiltily rubbed her nose and chimed in with her own congratulations.
Iris Kensington: Chris Chaucer said he wants to treat you guys to dinner tomorrow.
Anna Willow: YAY YAY YAY! Let’s get pork ribs!
Holly Winslow was about to reply when she saw that Mortimer Quincy had posted a status update: "The one you love most is around." It was accompanied by a picture—the same one she had seen in Brian Willow’s post yesterday.
There were a few comments below.
Brother Alden: Holy shit
Bro_Sips_Loneliness: Hook me up! That girl’s smile is gorgeous!!! Intro please!!
HollysDarling replied to Bro_Sips_Loneliness: Thanks. The exit is to your left.
Bro_Sips_Loneliness: ????
Brother Alden replied to Bro_Sips_Loneliness: Idiot. Scholar Quincy is telling you to get lost.
Bro_Sips_Loneliness replied to Brother Alden: ...Zeke Zane, you have a death wish!
Brother Alden: Bring it on!!! Idiot!!
Holly silently liked the post.
The Little Fairies group chat blew up.
Anna Willow: What does Cousin’s post mean? I don’t get it. I know all the words separately, but I have no idea what they mean together. The one you love most is around?
Holly, translate for us.
Holly Winslow: ...
Iris Kensington: Dummy! It means ’my most loved one is by my side.’
Anna Willow: Huh? That feels... weird. Is Cousin saying Holly is the one he loves most?
Holly, it seems like Cousin really likes you.
Iris Kensington: I think so too!!! The way Cousin looks at Holly is so swoon-worthy.
Other people’s cousins are like *that*, but my cousin is a total jerk. He still hasn’t paid me back the five bucks he borrowed last time.
Anna Willow: Holly, you should just have a forbidden romance with Cousin, hahahaha! If I wrote a novel about it, people would definitely read it.
Suddenly, the sound of Holly Winslow coughing came from the dorm. She felt like she was going to die of shock sooner or later from Anna Willow and Iris Kensington’s outrageous comments.
Just then, a QQ message from Mortimer Quincy arrived: Wifey, write out the triple-angle formulas for me.
Holly Winslow: ...
She then obediently typed out the triple-angle formulas.
Mortimer Quincy: Correct. You’re the best, wifey.
