Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 119: Mortimer Quincy, the Hypocrite

Just as Holly Winslow was getting nervous, the girl three places ahead of her jumped 1.2 meters, then 1.1 meters on her second try.

It was probably because she was overweight.

She was five-foot-one and weighed about 143 pounds.

That girl’s name was Claire Langley. She had a meek personality and was prone to crying. After every exam, she would always cry in their dorm room.

The rumor was that her family put too much pressure on her, demanding she be the best at everything.

She looked at the PE teacher and cried, "Sir, please let me jump one more time."

Her voice was similar to Valerie Walsh’s baby-like tone, but it didn’t sound as endearing.

The PE teacher was very easygoing. Besides, PE grades didn’t count toward the college entrance exam scores. "Go ahead and jump."

The girl jumped again, but only managed 1.2 meters.

Claire Langley cried even harder, and the other girls tried to comfort her.

The PE teacher had been teaching this class since the second semester of their first year, so he already knew the girl’s personality. He smiled and comforted her, "It’s alright. It’s much better than that girl from Jarton Second High who jumped 0.8 meters."

"PE grades don’t count toward the entrance exam. It’s fine, don’t cry."

Holly Winslow, the very girl who had jumped 0.8 meters in question: "..."

’I wish I could find a hole to crawl into.’ 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

’How did my embarrassing past at Jarton Second High spread to Jarton High?’

"This PE teacher is married to your old PE teacher from Jarton Second High," Mortimer Quincy explained from the side.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’So it was pillow talk.’

She glared at him, flustered and angry. "Why are you explaining it to me? It’s not like he was talking about me."

"Okay, okay, he wasn’t talking about you, honey." A thick smile spread across Mortimer Quincy’s face as he placated his bristling girlfriend.

When it was the second-to-last girl’s turn, the PE teacher called out to the students who were starting to disperse. "Don’t leave yet. We’ll assemble for a headcount later."

The students reluctantly returned to the standing long jump area.

Holly Winslow: "..."

When it was her turn, she held her breath and leaped.

’Is my darling doing the long jump or the high jump?’ The moment she jumped, Mortimer Quincy couldn’t help but laugh.

The PE teacher measured with a tape. Seeing the student’s red face, he said consolingly, "One meter. Don’t be nervous. Try again. Lean your body forward and try to jump lower, not higher."

Holly Winslow followed his advice and jumped 1.1 meters.

Pantheon couldn’t hold it in, leaning on Zeke Zane and letting out a huge "HAHAHA!"

The next second, he felt a kick to his shin. Mortimer Quincy warned him darkly, "Shut up."

Pantheon’s smile froze. "..."

’Weren’t you just laughing too?’

’Such a hypocrite.’

The PE teacher said comfortingly, "It’s alright. It’s much better than that girl from Jarton Second High who jumped 0.8 meters." As he spoke, he wrote down 1.6 meters in Holly Winslow’s column.

Looking down the row, everyone had 1.6 meters or higher, which was considered a passing grade.

Even though PE didn’t count toward her grades, the results would still be compiled at the end of the semester.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’And that’s supposed to be comforting?’

After that, the whole class began to assemble. Just as the PE teacher finished the headcount, the bell for the end of class rang.

The PE teacher waved them off, and the students scattered in their own groups. Holly Winslow left without waiting for Mortimer Quincy.

Mortimer Quincy rubbed the tip of his nose, then strode after her. He looked down at her small, pouting face. "Honey, want to get some ice cream?"

"No."

Holly Winslow refused with great resolve. ’He can’t think I didn’t hear him laughing when I jumped.’

Mortimer Quincy bent down and whispered in her ear, "Choclairs, mango sorbet, pudding, ice cream cones..."

The June weather was already getting sweltering. It was definitely time for ice cream.

Holly Winslow stopped, pouted, and shot him a glare. The next second, she turned and headed toward the school store.

Behind her, Mortimer Quincy’s eyes curved into a rare, happy smile. An air of delight radiated from him as he strode to catch up.

Pantheon, watching from the side, couldn’t take it anymore. He tutted, "Tsk tsk. I always thought Mortimer Quincy was born cold and aloof. Turns out, it just depends on the person."

"Choosing his girl over his bros."

Zeke Zane shot him a disdainful look. "You want him to prioritize you over his girl? Are you prettier than my cousin?"

"Fuck, Zeke Zane! Aren’t you supposed to be on my side?" Pantheon glared at him.

Zeke Zane shrugged and tossed a sentence over his shoulder as he walked away, "Sorry, I fly solo."

Pantheon: "..."

’What a headache.’

...

As final exams approached, while Holly Winslow was nervously studying, Wyatt Winslow began looking into tutoring centers. For convenience, he had previously enrolled her at Pearson.

After a parent-teacher conference, he learned that Holly’s math scores were lagging and decided to find a center with better instruction.

This was the third center he had visited today. He stood in the lobby, beads of sweat on his forehead.

A receptionist at the tutoring center quickly offered him a tissue and some water. "Sir, which student’s parent are you? Is there something urgent?"

Wyatt Winslow wiped away the sweat and nodded. "I’d like to learn more about your tutoring center."

"Middle school or high school?"

"Second year of high school."

"Ah, so she’ll be a senior next year. This last year is very important. Sir, you’ve definitely come to the right place at Elite Students. Here is the information on our tutors. They are all veteran teachers with over a dozen years of experience in education."

The receptionist flipped to the first page. "This is Mr. Langdon. He teaches math and is very good. Last year’s top scorer in all of Jarton County was one of Mr. Langdon’s students. They scored a 146 in math..."

After listening to the introduction, Wyatt Winslow felt it sounded acceptable. He said politely, "I need to call my daughter and discuss it with her."

"Of course. When you’ve made a decision, sir, just give me a call. My name is Robert Nolan."

After the receptionist left, Wyatt Winslow didn’t call Holly right away. Instead, he went online to look up the teachers who had just been mentioned, and then he researched the center itself.

The reviews were good.

He checked the time. Holly’s class would be over in two minutes. He waited three minutes before calling her.

When Holly Winslow got the call, Mortimer Quincy was in the middle of explaining a problem to her. She ducked under her desk to answer the phone.

"Dad? Tutoring? Okay. Thanks for all your hard work, Dad. I’ll make dinner for you when I get home to thank you."

She glanced at Mortimer Quincy, then added, "Him? No, he doesn’t need tutoring. He’s going to get his driver’s license."

After she hung up, Mortimer Quincy asked, "Your dad’s looking for a tutoring center?"

Holly Winslow nodded. "Dad even asked if you wanted to join. See how good my dad is to you?" She said this with her chin tilted up proudly.

"Thank our dad for me."

Mortimer Quincy couldn’t resist reaching out and tapping her smooth chin with his index finger. Seeing her smug little look, he added, "To repay his kindness, I’ll pledge myself to you."

"Oh, really? Then I’ll make you do chores every day from now on." Holly Winslow grinned at him, baring her teeth playfully. "Washing the dishes..."

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, interrupting her with two simple words. "Doing you."

Holly Winslow: "..."

...

After hanging up, Wyatt Winslow called for Robert Nolan. He asked in a serious voice, "Do you offer one-on-one tutoring?"

Robert Nolan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. "We do, but it’s much more expensive than the group classes. For the entire summer, it would be sixteen thousand yuan. If you’re really set on one-on-one, sir, we can offer a slight discount."

Sixteen thousand yuan was an astronomical price for tutoring in a small county town.

"That’s not a problem."

Wyatt Winslow pressed his lips together. "My child is a girl. Can you guarantee her safety?"

Over the past year or two, there had been several news reports on TV about teachers acting inappropriately with students.