Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 121: I Want to Get Into B University’s Normal College

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: I Want to Get Into B University’s Normal College

After realizing this, Holly Winslow practiced with math worksheets every day to stay sharp. Mortimer Quincy would pick out specific types of key problems for her to do.

Holly Winslow wasn’t really considered one of the brilliant ones in the advanced class, but she knew how to make up for it by working twice as hard. Mortimer Quincy had already seen that in her when she was studying for college placement exams and English proficiency tests.

It wasn’t until her final exams were over that Holly Winslow finally relaxed, letting out a long sigh of relief in her seat.

On the day vacation started, Wyatt Winslow came to pick them up. Their belongings filled the trunk, and most of it was snacks.

Mortimer Quincy was always buying snacks, so Holly Winslow’s stash just kept growing. Before she left, she gave a good portion of it away to her dorm mates.

After resting at home for a day, she started her tutoring sessions at Elite Tutoring, leaving for class at seven in the morning and coming home at six in the evening.

Mortimer Quincy had signed up for driving school. He had his lessons at seven-thirty in the morning and was home by five, which was the perfect time to pick up Holly Winslow.

However, on the first day, it wasn’t his turn to drive her; her father did.

The one-on-one instruction was so much better than the large classes at Peisheng. All the teachers focused their attention solely on Holly Winslow, frequently asking if she understood the material.

If she didn’t, they would explain it to her over and over until she got it.

This was especially true for the math teacher. Robert Nolan had specifically told him that Holly Winslow’s math tutoring was a top priority and asked him to be extra diligent with her.

「In the Elite Tutoring security room.」

Robert Nolan glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, who was staring intently at the security monitor. He spoke softly, "Mr. Winslow, please rest assured. We have very strict supervision here. The kind of problem you’re worried about will absolutely not happen."

Wyatt Winslow grunted an "Mm," then took several cards from his briefcase. "Mr. Nolan, please give these meal cards to Holly Winslow when class lets out for lunch. Have her go eat right after. I’ve already loaded them with plenty of money."

He paused for a moment before adding, "And please look after Holly for me, Mr. Nolan. She tends to keep things to herself when something is wrong."

Robert Nolan reached out and took the cards. He couldn’t help but glance again at the stern man in front of him. ’It’s the first time I’ve seen a father this involved,’ he thought. ’Usually, it’s the mothers who handle these things.’

"Don’t worry, I’ll keep a close eye on Holly Winslow. If anything happens, I will contact you immediately."

"Okay, thank you." After expressing his gratitude, Wyatt Winslow headed to his factory.

At eleven-forty, a boy sat on a sofa near the entrance of Elite Tutoring. He had a neat buzz cut and was wearing a white t-shirt, stone-washed blue jeans, and black canvas sneakers.

He had a clean-cut, handsome appearance with a somewhat reserved air.

Class let out after he had been waiting for twenty minutes. The students began to file out, stealing glances at the boy on the sofa—especially the girls.

Almost everyone had left by the time the girl he was waiting for emerged, her attention on her phone.

Her hair was tied up in a bun, with a flower-shaped rhinestone clip on the left side. This put her classic oval face on full display, with a few stray wisps of hair framing it, making her look pure and adorable.

Just then, his phone lit up as a new message popped up on the screen.

My Genius Wifey: Hubby, what are you up to? Are you at your driving lesson? Is it hot?

The corners of his mouth lifted into a smile. He typed back: Wifey, look to your left.

Holly Winslow immediately looked over. Her almond-shaped eyes brightened, and she ran to him, tilting her head up happily. "When did you get here?"

Mortimer Quincy pocketed his phone, reached out to gently pinch her chin, and said dotingly, "If I didn’t come, how would I know my wifey misses her hubby the second class gets out?"

Holly Winslow gave him a look that said, *’I did not!’* before pointing to his hair. "What made you decide to get a buzz cut?"

’The buzz cut made his features look much more defined,’ she thought. ’It gives him a tougher, more masculine air.’

"It gets too hot during the driving lessons," Mortimer Quincy said, draping an arm over her shoulder as they headed for the door. "How was your morning?"

Holly Winslow recounted everything that had happened that morning, and Mortimer Quincy listened patiently to her chatter.

After eating at a nearby restaurant, Mortimer Quincy walked Holly Winslow back to Elite Tutoring before rushing off to his driving lesson.

With half an hour to spare before her next session, Holly Winslow stayed in the small classroom to review the morning’s material.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. She looked up to see Robert Nolan. "Hello, Mr. Nolan," she said politely.

Robert Nolan nodded kindly. "Have you had lunch, Holly?"

"Yes, I have," Holly Winslow nodded.

With an apologetic expression, Robert Nolan placed several cards on the desk in front of her. "Your dad asked me to give you these meal cards. They’re all loaded with plenty of money. I got caught up with something and completely forgot. I’m so sorry."

Holly Winslow glanced at the cards on her desk and smiled, tucking them into her bookbag. "It’s no problem. Thank you, Mr. Nolan."

Bob Nolan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Your dad was worried about you. He watched the security monitors in the control room for a good half hour."

Holly Winslow froze for a moment, a lump forming in her throat. ’Dad always does these things so quietly,’ she thought. ’He never tells me what he’s done.’

’I was so thoughtless before.’

After Robert Nolan left, she called Wyatt Winslow. When he didn’t pick up after a long time, she assumed he was at lunch and decided to try again after her next class.

She was just about to put her phone down when the screen lit up—it was Wyatt Winslow calling back.

The moment she answered, his anxious voice came through the phone, as if he thought something was wrong. "Holly, what is it?"

Holly Winslow clutched her phone, biting her lip, then forced a light, cheerful tone. "Nothing! I just felt like calling my dad. Have you had lunch?"

Hearing her words, Wyatt Winslow audibly relaxed. "I have. What about you?"

"I ate too," Holly Winslow said.

They talked for just a couple of minutes before hanging up.

The frustration that had been nagging him at work instantly vanished. Wyatt Winslow put down his phone, stepped out of his office, and announced to his workers, "Alright everyone, go get some lunch. The work can wait."

...

The day the final exam results came out, before Holly Winslow even had a chance to check hers, she got a call from Pantheon. "Holly! I scored higher than Zeke Zane! Hahahaha!"

Zeke Zane’s annoyed voice immediately followed. "Piss off, piss off! Get the hell out of here. You’re acting all high and mighty over a single point."

Pantheon shot back, "A point is still a point! Hahahaha, I finally beat you!"

"Congratulations," Holly Winslow said sweetly.

Pantheon chuckled. "So, Holly, are you and Mortimer Quincy free today? I want to treat you both to dinner to thank you for helping me with my English."

"Oh, you don’t have to—" Holly Winslow began to refuse, but Pantheon interrupted her, speaking quickly. "I’ve already booked a table, Holly! New Grill Bar, six-thirty. We’ll be waiting for you!" Then he hung up.

Holly Winslow was left speechless.

She then proceeded to check her own score: 707, second in her grade.

Her scores had hit a plateau, mainly because math was holding her back.

She wasn’t too anxious, though. There was still a whole year. If she really buckled down, it shouldn’t be a major issue.

For now, she was content with her score.

"What are you up to?"

Her math tutor, Mr. Langdon, walked in, holding a thermos.

Holly Winslow quickly put down her phone and explained, "Our school just released the exam scores. I was taking a look."

Mr. Langdon asked kindly, "How did you do? What did you score?"

"707," Holly Winslow replied.

Mr. Langdon was taken aback for a second. "That high? That’s a very good score."

"If you can maintain that score for the college entrance exams, you’ll have no problem getting into Branton University."

Holly Winslow thought for a moment before replying earnestly, "I want to get into Branton University’s College of Education."