Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 34: Praying to Scholar Quincy for the Exam

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: Praying to Scholar Quincy for the Exam

Suddenly, he saw two boys in the back row with their heads together. He said angrily, "Beau Sullivan, Craig Zane, what are you talking about? You did so poorly on the monthly exam, and you still have the nerve to chat!"

Craig Zane and Beau Sullivan: "..."

Beau Sullivan had just heard a key point and wanted to take notes, but he didn’t have a pen, so he asked Craig Zane to borrow one.

"You two, listen carefully. I’ll be calling on you later to explain this. If you can’t, you’ll copy it twenty times."

Julian Carlton didn’t give them a chance to explain and immediately started going over the problems.

After physics came math. This block of three classes was one that many students dreaded.

During the first two periods, taught by their head teacher, they didn’t dare act up. The last period was with the very strict David Lewis, who would hand out copying punishments at the drop of a hat.

So, even if the students didn’t understand, they still had to keep their heads up and listen. No sleeping, no playing on their phones, no talking.

Most students endured these classes in agony, repeatedly glancing at the clock during the last five minutes. By the final minute, they were counting down in their heads.

After class, David Lewis assigned homework, then took his textbook and went back to the office to give Julian Carlton an update.

After listening, Julian Carlton sighed helplessly. "These kids will only understand the importance of studying later on. I’ll have to trouble you to be even stricter with them, Mr. Lewis."

David Lewis nodded.

Just then, Director Vance walked in. "The monthly exam scores from Jarton High have been tallied. The top student scored a seven forty-three. The only seven points they lost were on the essay."

The top student at Jarton Second High only scored in the five hundred and thirties, a difference of more than two hundred points. In the college entrance exams, a single point can separate you from many other students; a two-hundred-point gap is almost unimaginable.

The teachers all sighed in amazement. Even if they took the test themselves, they knew without a doubt they couldn’t achieve such a high score.

’If we could get scores that high, who would still be teaching at this "lousy" school?’

Julian Carlton was intrigued. "Director Vance, who is it?"

"Mortimer Quincy, from their honors class. The school is currently in discussions with Jarton High to have him come to Jarton Second High and speak with our first and second-year students."

As Thomas Vance spoke of Mortimer Quincy, a smile touched his stern face, and he couldn’t help but praise him. "Jarton County is going to produce an Ivy League-level student."

Somehow, a student must have overheard, because by dinnertime, everyone was talking about it.

Seven hundred and forty-three points.

Suddenly, Holly Winslow felt that her score in the four hundred and eighties wasn’t so impressive anymore.

’I had thought it was discouraging enough when that guy, Mortimer Quincy, had said he scored "around seven hundred." Turns out, he was already being considerate of my "fragile" heart.’

Iris Kensington was now in complete awe of her "own" cousin. Clasping her hands together as if in prayer, she said, "I’m going to pray to my cousin before the next midterm exam. I’m sure it’ll work."

"Count me in," Anna Willow chimed in, raising her fork.

Iris Kensington automatically included Holly Winslow in the plan and declared with a grand wave of her hand, "Alright, the three of us will pray together! With my cousin’s blessing, our scores will soar, and we’ll reach the pinnacle of our lives!"

Holly Winslow: "..."

’The image of me kneeling before Scholar Quincy is too horrifying to contemplate.’

She raised her hand. "I am formally and firmly requesting to withdraw from this organization."

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington replied in unison, "Request denied by the organization."

After that, the three of them burst out laughing.

Speak of the devil—just as they were talking about Scholar Quincy, his call came in. She answered it. "Hello?"

"So, you got reported for dating?"

On the other end of the line, Mortimer Quincy was leaning against a balcony railing in a hallway.

Holly Winslow glanced at Iris Kensington and Anna Willow, then covered the phone and whispered, "How did you know?"

"Mr. Carlton just called me," Mortimer Quincy said. "He wants me to talk some sense into you."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’If Mr. Carlton ever finds out he asked a student’s boyfriend to counsel her, I wonder if he’ll want to retire early from his teaching career.’

Mortimer Quincy’s voice came through again. "Holly, I’m your husband. Why didn’t you explain?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

’How was I supposed to explain? Just go up to Mr. Carlton and say, "My husband is Mortimer Quincy"? And that we’re a legally married, have-slept-together kind of husband and wife?’

’Mr. Carlton would probably think I’d lost my mind.’

"It’s hard to explain."

"Then your husband will explain it for you."

"???"

"The school asked to speak with me and wants me to give a speech at Jarton Second High. The entire school will be there, which will make it very convenient to explain."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’That guy, Mortimer Quincy, would totally do something like that. Back when they were in college, they had argued over something trivial.’

’At the time, she was under immense pressure studying for her bachelor’s transfer exams. Coupled with her long-held feeling that she wasn’t good enough for Mortimer Quincy, she had suggested they break up.’

’The very next day, Mortimer Quincy had rushed over from his university. Ahem, that was the day she was dragged to the Civil Affairs Bureau by a certain someone and got a marriage certificate.’

’When they took the photo for the marriage certificate, she was a crying mess, while he was grinning like a child.’

’It got to the point that she later had the urge to get a new marriage certificate just to retake the photo. But she’d only seen the certificate once before Mortimer Quincy locked it away in a safe.’

’He had bought a safe that cost a small fortune specifically for that certificate, and he threw the key into a river right in front of her.’

She stood up, gestured toward the phone to Anna Willow and Iris Kensington, and walked to the entrance of the cafeteria. She whispered a warning, "Don’t you dare do anything reckless. The Director of Academics will call me in for a talk."

"Holly, I’m jealous," the young man’s voice deliberately slowed.

Holly Winslow had absolutely no defense against this side of Mortimer Quincy. Her face immediately flushed red. Glancing at the students around her, she whispered a reply to him, "I’m yours."

On the other end of the line, the boy’s lips curved into a smile, his mood excellent. "What do you want to eat? Your husband will buy it for you."

...

During the morning exercises on Tuesday, the school announced that Scholar Quincy would be giving a speech on Wednesday. To highlight Jarton Second High’s school spirit, it was specially emphasized that all first and second-year students must wear their school uniforms the next day.

Jarton Second High was relatively democratic; aside from when the school explicitly required uniforms, wearing them was optional.

Most students chose not to. The Jarton Second High uniform was just too ugly—it was baggy and oversized, a mishmash of black, yellow, and white.

At noon, Julian Carlton came in to make an announcement.

"The hosts for tomorrow’s assembly will be chosen from our class—one boy and one girl. Any volunteers?"

Starting this semester, Jarton Second High had begun rotating through the classes in each grade level every Monday to select students for a speech. This Monday had been Class 7’s turn, and Class 8 was supposed to be next week. However, due to the extra assembly, they were being chosen now.

It was a prestigious task, but facing the entire student body and faculty made most students nervous, so usually, no one was willing.

The classroom instantly fell silent.

Julian Carlton was used to this scene and wasn’t awkward at all. "Since no one is saying anything, I’ll take it that you all agree. Alright, the class president and Holly Winslow it is."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Sean Hayes pushed up his glasses, his expression blank. He was already used to being singled out by the head teacher.

"Here’s the program schedule for you two. Use the afternoon study hall to rehearse." Julian Carlton pretended not to see Holly Winslow’s resistance, walking down to place the schedule on Sean Hayes’s desk.

...

Wednesday’s second period arrived quickly. The first and second-year students began carrying their stools out to the athletic field. Usually, when they had to move their own seating, it meant the assembly would last at least half an hour.

The first and second-years didn’t have the same tension as the third-years facing the approaching college entrance exams. Knowing their next class period was being taken up by the assembly, most of them were delighted, chatting away as they carried their stools.

They promptly forgot their head teachers’ instructions to stay quiet.