Reborn with My Genius Husband-Chapter 80: Mortimer Quincy, Your Status at Home Is a Little Low

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Mortimer Quincy, Your Status at Home Is a Little Low

The first class of the afternoon, which was also the last, was Teacher Chaucer’s as usual. The first thirty minutes were for the lesson, and the last ten were for announcements.

He took out the safety notices they had signed earlier, his tone still reasonably pleasant. "Everyone, please sign a new safety notice. Which mischievous male student signed ’Free and Easy Wandering’ on their form?"

As he spoke, he showed the form to the entire class and teased, "Studying hard is a good thing, but you need to remember to relax. The school won’t be able to find a student named ’Free and Easy Wandering.’ If they come asking me for this person, I’ll have to come ask you for them, eh?"

Holly Winslow hadn’t completely scribbled it out, just drawn a large ’X’ over it. She thought it wouldn’t be a big deal, but now that Teacher Chaucer had called it out, she guiltily ducked her head like a turtle hiding in its shell.

The whole class burst out laughing, looking around to see who the culprit was. One of the cheekier boys said, "Teacher Chaucer, you should go ask Teacher Sterling for the student! While you’re at it, ask him if he can even recite ’Free and Easy Wandering’ himself."

The class immediately erupted in another round of laughter, with others chiming in their agreement.

Gabe Chaucer was very easygoing when he wasn’t teaching. "I don’t know if Teacher Sterling can recite it, but I know for sure that all of you will have to."

Seeing his wife next to him shrink so far down her neck practically disappeared, Mortimer Quincy couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. He raised his hand in front of the whole class, willingly taking the fall for her. "Teacher Chaucer, I’m the one who wrote ’Free and Easy Wandering.’ Sorry about that."

The class fell silent.

Gabe Chaucer was stunned for a moment. He clearly hadn’t expected it to be him; he’d assumed it was a prank by one of the more mischievous boys in class.

He gave an awkward cough and said amiably, "Nothing to be sorry about. Just be more careful next time."

Pantheon snickered, teasing, "Hey there, Brother Leo."

Seizing the rare opportunity to catch Mortimer Quincy making a mistake, Zeke Zane didn’t pass up the chance to tease him either. "Brother Leo."

Mortimer Quincy shot the two a warning glance, and they immediately shut up.

A couple of minutes later, the safety notice made its way back to Mortimer Quincy’s hands. He signed his name and passed it to Holly Winslow.

Then he leaned his head over, a hint of a smile in his voice as he reminded her, "Wife, don’t write ’Free and Easy Wandering’ again. You don’t have a second husband to take the fall." He couldn’t help but laugh again after saying it.

Holly Winslow: "..."

’So annoying.’

She finished signing her name, handed it to him, and said through gritted teeth, "Mortimer Quincy, we’re getting a divorce for five minutes. Not a second less."

After passing the safety notice to Zeke Zane, Mortimer Quincy heard the word "divorce."

He was so angry he laughed!

He wouldn’t let her say "break up," so now she was saying "divorce." He tapped her lightly on the head. "I’d advise you to give up on that idea. Otherwise, you’ll have to bear all the consequences."

Holly Winslow rubbed her forehead and pouted. "Quincy the Puppy, you’ve changed. You used to coax me, but now you’re threatening me. You really must be tired of me. I’m mad now." After saying her piece, she started packing her schoolbag.

Mortimer Quincy felt helpless but also amused. However, his years of "marriage" experience told him to never, ever take the bait. No matter what he said, it would be a death sentence.

’Time to change the subject.’

He pulled some snacks from his desk drawer and started stuffing them into her bag. In no time, it was full.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She grumbled softly, "I haven’t even finished packing my books."

"I’ll pack them in mine." Mortimer Quincy took her books and started putting them into his own black backpack.

Up at the podium, Gabe Chaucer spoke again. "Everyone, go home and review thoroughly, alright? And for the top ten, please prepare a speech."

After every monthly exam, Jarton High held a symposium where the top ten students in the grade had to give a speech to share their study tips.

Every time, the top ten were all from the honors class, without exception.

Pantheon, in the row behind them, mumbled, "Ugh, so annoying. We have to give speeches again."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’What a unique way to "show off."’

’A little discouraging.’

...

Since Zeke Zane wasn’t going to play video games, Pantheon lost interest and decided not to go either. So, Chase Hawkins suggested they go roller skating, mentioning that his aunt owned the rink.

Everyone was tired from studying at school all the time, so they all agreed to the idea. What started as a group of four or five people eventually grew to sixteen as more were invited, including Holly Winslow. There were six girls in total, and Valerie Walsh was one of them.

Mortimer Quincy had a bicycle while the other students didn’t, so he gave Holly Winslow a ride and they went on ahead.

Watching the two of them ride off into the distance, Paul Powell slung an arm around Pantheon’s shoulders, let out a whistle, and said with a "Tsk, tsk," "Mortimer Quincy and his cousin actually look pretty good together."

Pantheon shot him a glare. "You think I need you to tell me that? It’s not like I’m blind."

’They’re a real, bona fide couple.’

’Not a good match? Please. As if *he’d* be a better one!’

’The roar of a single dog.’

"What a shame," Paul Powell said, completely missing the subtext. He clicked his tongue again.

Pantheon scoffed. Finally, he had a chance to look down on someone else for a change. "What’s a single dog like you worrying about it for?"

Speaking of single dogs, Paul Powell kept his arm around Pantheon’s shoulders, pulled him a few steps aside, and whispered, "Hey, bro, can you help me out with something later? Yeah?"

Seeing him act like this, Pantheon sensed something was up and guessed, "You’re going to confess to Luna Lynch?"

Luna Lynch was the girl with the best grades in their class, ranked sixth in the grade. But she was very plain-looking, with straight-cut bangs, black-framed glasses, and conservative clothes.

Most of the boys knew that Paul Powell had a crush on Luna Lynch.

Paul Powell got a little bashful. "Yeah. I finally managed to ask her out."

Pantheon held up one finger. "One bottle of Coke."

"Deal." Paul Powell nodded readily.

A few minutes later, Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow arrived at the roller-skating rink. The place was simple but spacious. Red, green, and blue lights shone from overhead, and a popular DJ track was blasting from large speakers, giving it a bit of a KTV vibe.

There were only five or six people there at the moment.

Mortimer Quincy led Holly Winslow to the ticket counter and said, "Eleven tickets, please."

Holly Winslow asked, puzzled, "Aren’t there sixteen of us?"

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow. "I just need to worry about you."

Holly Winslow understood. He wasn’t buying tickets for the girls.

"..."

Although it wasn’t very gentlemanly, she was very pleased. She praised him with a giggle, "Moira, you’re the best!"

Then she thought about it for a moment. It didn’t seem right not to buy tickets for the other girls, so she pulled fifty yuan from her pocket.

Mortimer Quincy reached out and took the money, his tone a little displeased. "If you keep spending money recklessly, I’m going to confiscate it."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’There was a reason people said a guy like Mortimer Quincy couldn’t find a girlfriend.’

Holly Winslow had only been skating twice and could barely stand up. Mortimer Quincy, on the other hand, was different. He’d had lessons. He took her hand and skated with her onto the rink.

Holly Winslow’s whole body tensed up. She cried out softly, "Mortimer, slow down! I’m going to fall!" With that, she threw her arms around his waist to stop him from skating any further.

Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, bent down to give her a kiss, and boasted, "Trust your husband. Your husband is amazing."

Holly Winslow: "..."

"Husband." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Mm-hmm."

"Have some shame."

Mortimer Quincy: "..."

"Wife."

"Hmm?"

"Hold on tight."

Holly Winslow: "..."

"AHH!! MORTIMER!! STOP, STOP!!"

Mortimer Quincy only took her halfway around the rink before stopping. He then pinned her against the railing, bent down, and winked. "Is your husband amazing or what? If not, we can keep going. Your husband knows a lot of fancy moves. Want to try them out together?"

Holly Winslow could guarantee that this guy, Mortimer Quincy, was totally making an innuendo. She reached out and pinched his cheek. "So amazing I could die."

Zeke Zane and the others arrived just in time to see this scene. Pantheon let out a "Whoa," and said in a half-joking tone, "Mortimer, your status at home is a little low, huh?"

Mortimer Quincy straightened up, his tone nonchalant. "Whether it’s low or not doesn’t matter. What matters is, do you even have one?"