Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 45: Want to Change Husbands? Give Up That Thought.
Julian Carlton came over and saw Holly Winslow with her head down, assuming she was being scolded. He glanced over a few times, but figured it wasn’t his place to intervene, so he turned and went into the classroom to tell the rowdy students to settle down for their afternoon nap.
Mortimer Quincy raised his wrist to check his watch. 1:28 PM. There were still forty minutes until class. "Go tell Mr. Carlton I’m taking you out."
"Go out for what?" Holly Winslow tilted her head up, a sliver of her fair neck peeking out from her red scarf before she quickly shrank back into it. It was too cold.
Mortimer Quincy chuckled and reached out to pull her scarf a little tighter. "What else could it be?" he teased. "I’m worried if my wifey doesn’t get her milk tea today, she’ll be climbing over the school wall again tonight."
Holly Winslow was speechless.
She glanced around, quickly jabbed him in the side, and muttered a weak threat before going to speak with Mr. Carlton.
Julian Carlton readily agreed. When a guardian was signing a student out, they didn’t need to fill out a leave request form.
It was only for the lunch break, however.
「Security Office」
Mortimer Quincy was signing in, writing down his name and ID number. The security guard who had caught Holly Winslow the day before glanced at her a few times and chuckled. "You’re the student who was climbing the wall yesterday, aren’t you? Did you get a good chewing out?"
Holly Winslow was speechless.
Mortimer Quincy looked up. "Sorry for the trouble my Holly caused you."
"Ah, it was no trouble at all. Just don’t do it again." The security guard waved his hand amicably.
The two of them left the school and went to a nearby milk tea shop. Since classes were in session, the shop was nearly empty.
Mortimer Quincy first ordered a milk tea with half sugar. Then, he pulled out six hundred yuan and handed it to the shop’s owner. "Please deliver three milk teas to the school gate at noon on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Thank you."
He jotted down a phone number for her and added, "If this isn’t enough, just call this number. I’ll come by and add more money to the tab."
Holly Winslow tugged on his sleeve. "That’s too much."
Mortimer Quincy glanced down at her without a word before looking back at the shop owner.
The shop owner was stunned by his extravagance; it was rare for a high school student to pull out six hundred yuan all at once.
The owner then counted out 160 milk tea vouchers for him. "The extra ten are on the house. From now on, just hand over three vouchers for the milk teas."
"Thank you."
Mortimer Quincy took the vouchers, bent down, and tucked them into Holly Winslow’s pocket. "If you want anything to eat, just give me a call."
He added with a smile, "I don’t have to climb the wall."
"Mortimer Quincy, say that one more time and we’re breaking up," Holly Winslow huffed, glaring up at him.
"You can try."
Mortimer Quincy lightly tapped her on the head, then pulled her down to sit. He took her icy hand and tucked it into the pocket of his hoodie. "Thinking of swapping out your husband in this lifetime?" he asked.
"You can forget about it."
Holly Winslow was speechless.
She turned to look at him, a wide grin on her face. "I happen to like latching onto a powerful patron."
"Then hold on tight." Mortimer Quincy chuckled and leaned down to give her a quick kiss.
The milk tea shop owner was speechless.
’I didn’t see a thing.’ He brought the milk tea over and set it on their table.
Mortimer Quincy took a straw, poked it into the milk tea, and handed it to Holly Winslow. As he watched her take a sip with a look of pure bliss, he raised an eyebrow. "What’s the sum-to-product formula for sin(a) + sin(b)?"
The question was so sudden and unexpected that Holly Winslow nearly spat out her mouthful of milk tea. "COUGH, COUGH..."
She gave him a wounded look. "Hubby, can we please not talk about math formulas when we’re on a date?"
"You can’t answer? Hmm? Go back and copy it twenty times," Mortimer Quincy said, raising an eyebrow.
Holly Winslow was speechless.
’Is he the devil?’
"sin(a) + sin(b) = 2sin[(a+b)/2]cos[(a-b)/2]."
"And what’s the product-to-sum for sin(a)sin(b)?"
...
People probably wouldn’t believe it, but she spent the next half an hour reciting math formulas.
After the wall-climbing incident, Holly and her friends behaved themselves much more. Under the "lethal" supervision of Scholar Quincy, Holly spent every spare moment reciting and memorizing math formulas. By the time she went to sleep, her head was swimming with equations.
That night, she had a dream where she and Mortimer Quincy were getting married. When the officiant asked Mortimer if he would take Holly as his wife, that rascal replied, "What is the AM-GM inequality?"
And for the life of her, she couldn’t remember what it was.
She bolted awake, startling Iris Kensington, who had just come to wake her. "You scared the life out of me, Holly! Are you possessed? You were mumbling about the AM-GM inequality in your sleep."
With her hair a mess, Holly said listlessly, "Maybe I am."
She pulled out her phone and sent a message to a certain someone.
Mortimer Quincy, you jerk!
The moment she hit send, her phone rang with a call from Mortimer Quincy. "Having a nightmare? Did I cheat on you, or did you catch me in bed with another woman?"
After several years of marriage, he was already used to getting cursed at first thing in the morning like this.
Holly huffed. "What’s the AM-GM inequality?"
Mortimer Quincy, who was in the middle of brushing his teeth, was left speechless.
’This is a bit much for first thing in the morning,’ he thought.
He spat out a mouthful of toothpaste foam. "The square root of ab is less than or equal to (a+b)/2."
Holly hung up, got out of bed, and started brushing her teeth and washing her face. Today was the first day of midterm exams.
The first exam was Language Arts. Holly took it in her homeroom. She finished her essay with more than ten minutes to spare, checked her work for a few minutes, and then set her pen down.
Jared Zimmerman, sitting diagonally in front of her, had been asleep since the exam began.
After the Language Arts exam, they had a twenty-minute break before the math exam started.
The key topics Scholar Quincy had reviewed with her were almost all on the test.
When she saw the first fill-in-the-blank question, Holly’s pen paused. It required the AM-GM inequality.
...
When the math exam was over, Iris Kensington threw her arms around Holly, laughing excitedly. "Holly, I owe you one! I heard you talking about the AM-GM inequality this morning, so I glanced at it. I can’t believe it was actually on the test!"
"Holly, quick, tell me! Who visited you in a dream to give you the answer?"
Holly took out all three of their lunch boxes and joked with a grin, "I prayed to my dear cousin last night."
"AHHH!!! I completely forgot! No way, I have to go pray to our handsome cousin later."
Iris Kensington actually believed her. Holly Winslow was speechless.
"Ellie, please be reasonable."
Anna Willow, who had been taking the exam in Class 10, had just returned. "Holly!" she said excitedly. "What did you get for the first fill-in-the-blank question?"
"There were five fill-in-the-blanks, and that was the only one I knew how to do. It has to be right!"
"3."
Holly wasn’t very sure, adding, "Or maybe 2. I’m not positive."
Anna Willow: "I put 3 too, hahaha."
Iris Kensington, who had been so excited just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. After a pause, she asked, "Is it possible the answer was 238?"
Holly Winslow and Anna Willow were speechless.
The answers for fill-in-the-blank questions were rarely that large.
Iris Kensington knew her fate. Her face fell. "I want to cry."
Holly Winslow and Anna Willow patted her shoulder comfortingly, but both of them couldn’t stop themselves from bursting into laughter.
"Holly, Anna, our friendship is over for the next five minutes!" Iris Kensington pouted, glaring at the two of them.
Once the math test was over, Holly breathed a huge sigh of relief. The English exam that afternoon went very smoothly. This time, she didn’t deliberately change any of her correct answers to wrong ones. She wanted to see how big the gap was between her and the top science student when she got a perfect score in English.
The teachers stayed up late grading the exams from that day. When David Lewis saw one particular test paper, he laughed in exasperation and drew a giant red X across the answer. "What class is this student in? 238! Was their math taught by the gym teacher?"
The next day was the comprehensive science exam. The physics section was difficult, but biology and chemistry were relatively easy.
The teachers were highly efficient. By the end of the day, all the exams were graded; the scores just needed to be entered into the computer system.
