Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 109: Wifey, a Good Night Blown Kiss

Pantheon raised his hand. "Teacher, Chase Hawkins says he wants to go play basketball."

"If his grades were as good as Mortimer Quincy’s, I wouldn’t just let him play basketball—I’d support him launching a rocket," Gabe Chaucer said, glaring at Chase Hawkins.

The whole class laughed.

Chase Hawkins lowered his head and gritted his teeth. "Forrest, you just wait. See if I don’t skin you alive."

Their homeroom teacher’s Chinese class was the hardest to get through, especially since it was the first period after lunch when everyone was drowsiest.

Holly Winslow yawned several times. Drinking water twice didn’t help, so she held out her hand under the desk. "Pinch me."

Seeing that she could barely keep her eyes open, Mortimer Quincy glanced at Gabe Chaucer writing on the board, then suddenly propped up his Chinese textbook and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

They sat close together, so it was hard for anyone to see.

Holly Winslow was stunned for a few seconds. When she came to her senses, she jolted awake—out of shock.

She glanced around. Everyone else looked groggy, so no one had noticed them.

She let out a sigh of relief, then glared at the culprit.

Mortimer Quincy’s lips curled into a smirk as he winked. "Awake now? If not, I can give you another one. My lips are feeling a little sleepy, too."

’My lips are feeling a little sleepy, too...’

Holly Winslow: "..."

She picked up her pen and went back to taking notes.

That afternoon, the group was eating together when Paul Powell spoke up mid-bite. "Quincy, don’t you get any ideas about Luna Lynch, or we can’t be bros anymore."

Hearing this, Holly Winslow shot Chase Hawkins a gossipy look. ’He likes Luna Lynch, too?’

Everyone else also turned to look at Chase.

Chase Hawkins nearly choked on a mouthful of rice. He quickly took a gulp of water. "What the hell are you talking about? I’m not into girls like Luna Lynch. I like girls like our cousin."

Instantly, the whole group turned to look at Holly Winslow, their expressions screaming that something was up.

Holly, who had just been enjoying the drama, suddenly broke into a fit of coughing.

Mortimer Quincy’s face darkened. He shot Chase Hawkins a hostile glare, scanning him up and down before saying with cold disdain, "You?"

The Quincy-sister-con was now online.

Chase Hawkins: "..."

Not wanting to lose fifty points every week and have to make a public apology in front of the whole school, he quickly waved his hands. "A misunderstanding! I meant I like girls *like* our cousin, not our cousin herself."

"Quincy, I have to say, you’ve got guts," Pantheon said, giving him a big thumbs-up before bursting into laughter. HAHA!

Chase Hawkins kicked him under the table. "Piss off, piss off!" he said irritably.

After that incident, Chase Hawkins realized that Mortimer Quincy was a real bastard. Damn it, he was actually abusing his power for a personal grudge by assigning him to erase the blackboard.

This was a special privilege Old Shaw had given him—the authority to hand out appropriate punishments to maintain discipline.

He tried to resist. "Why?"

Mortimer Quincy casually listed a few of his rule violations. "Playing games in class, eating snacks, talking, copying homework."

He paused for a moment, then added, "Not enough?"

Chase Hawkins: "..."

’Mortimer Quincy, you’re a real bastard.’

He resigned himself to his fate. "Fine, I’ll erase it."

Holly Winslow rubbed her nose. ’I’m guilty of two of those things myself.’

’Good thing I have my big-shot Mortimer, who’s willing to turn a blind eye.’

If Mortimer Quincy knew she was describing him as someone who "turns a blind eye," he’d make sure she learned just how wicked her "husband" could be. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

While Chase Hawkins was erasing the blackboard, Pantheon and Zeke Zane shamelessly laughed at him. Pantheon shouted, "Quincy, you missed a spot up top! The left, the left!"

"Piss off!! Piss off!!"

Annoyed, Chase Hawkins grabbed a piece of chalk and threw it at him. Pantheon dodged it with a tilt of his head, and the chalk landed right on Mortimer Quincy’s desk.

In the next second, both Pantheon and Chase Hawkins were on the receiving end of Mortimer’s "death glare." Pantheon quickly snatched the piece of chalk and tossed it back to Chase. "You got a death wish?!"

Chase Hawkins didn’t dare throw it again.

...

Mortimer Quincy left for a competition in Branton City and would be gone for two days.

With the seat next to her empty, Holly Winslow felt a little unused to it. But that feeling only lasted for a moment. She had too much homework—she hadn’t even finished her math when the chemistry homework was assigned.

When she got back to her dorm that night, she had 99+ messages on her phone, all from Mortimer.

She read them while brushing her teeth. There was nothing important. Just as she finished brushing and was about to call him, he called her.

She scrambled into bed. "Are your exams over?"

"There’s one more tomorrow." Mortimer Quincy stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows of his hotel room, gazing out at the brightly lit city. His voice was deep and magnetic. "Honey, I miss you."

Holly Winslow giggled, then pulled the blanket over her head and whispered, "Honey, I miss you too."

A smile touched Mortimer Quincy’s lips. "Want me to go over any problems with you?"

"Yes, there are two math problems I don’t get," Holly Winslow said, pulling out her math workbook and reading the questions to him.

Mortimer found a pen and jotted down the key points of the problems, then began explaining them to her.

By the time he finished explaining the two problems, it was lights-out in the dorms.

By the time Mortimer Quincy got back to school the next day, it was already 9:30 p.m. He didn’t head straight back to his dorm, but instead sent Holly Winslow a message: *Asleep yet?*

Holly: *Not yet, still doing homework. What are you up to? You weren’t answering my texts.*

Mortimer was quite pleased with his "wife" checking up on him: *Come out to the balcony.*

Holly Winslow’s eyes lit up when she saw the message. She quietly got out of bed and went to the balcony. All she could see was darkness. She picked up her phone: *Where? I don’t see you.*

Soon, a beam of light shone from downstairs, illuminating a handsome boy’s face. Few people could look good with a white light shining directly on them like that.

She couldn’t help but smile foolishly. She quickly aimed her phone’s flashlight at her own face and waved.

The girl’s silly, smiling face filled his vision. Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle. ’Fucking adorable.’

He typed a few words on his phone: *Honey, blow me a goodnight kiss.*

Holly Winslow let out a soft "hmph," then blew him a kiss. A few seconds later, he blew one back, and her face bloomed into a huge smile.

Just then, another light beam shone from not too far away downstairs, and a security guard’s voice called out, "Who’s over there?"

Holly Winslow jumped, nearly dropping her phone off the balcony. She clutched her phone and crouched down, listening nervously to the sounds from below. She vaguely heard Mortimer Quincy’s voice say, "Took a wrong turn."

After a moment, it was quiet below. She carefully peeked her head over the edge. It was completely dark again.

She went back to her bed and chatted with Mortimer Quincy for a while. Once she knew he was fine, she went back to her homework.

...

Mortimer Quincy won another first prize for the school, attracting a great deal of attention from the principal and teachers. They called him out for a talk during the lunch break.

Pantheon suddenly turned his head. "Cousin, tell me the truth. Is Mortimer Quincy even human?"

The Branton City math competition was notoriously, insanely difficult—even harder than the national math competition.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’She was suddenly reminded of that rascal Mortimer asking, "Honey, are you sleeping with a ghost?"’

She rubbed her nose. "Well, he’s not a ghost, anyway."

Pantheon: "..."

’He never expected their cousin to crack a joke.’

He couldn’t help but tease her. "A monster, then?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

’She felt the need to defend her "husband" in front of others.’

"He’s the invincible God of Studying."

Pantheon: "..."

’Right, I forgot they’re a couple.’

Zeke Zane, who was working on a problem, mocked him, "Ugly people should have some self-awareness."