Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 100: It Has Nothing to Do with You, Even If She Grew

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: It Has Nothing to Do with You, Even If She Grew on Your Head

Sunday, around 4:30 PM.

Wyatt Winslow was taking Holly Winslow to school, so Mortir Quincy went on ahead by himself, all alone.

Holly was wearing a long, light green daisy-print dress with a pair of white canvas shoes. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, making her look youthful and vibrant.

Wyatt glanced at her a few tis and, for the first ti in ages, offered a complint. "You look nice."

Hearing the complint, Holly froze for a mont. When she snapped out of it, she shouldered her backpack, looked at Wyatt, and returned the praise earnestly. "You’re handso too, Dad."

A little flustered by her praise, Wyatt grabbed the car keys and the bag with her clothes. "Got everything?"

Holly nodded.

On Sundays, the school gate was always lined with fruit stands and snack stalls.

Wyatt had several pounds of bananas and apples weighed out for Holly. Just as he was about to pay, he saw Shane Lester arriving for school.

Shane was in his usual school uniform. He’d spotted them too and hurried over to greet them. "Uncle Winslow, Holly." As he spoke, he couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances at Holly.

’She looks so pretty in a dress.’

Wyatt naturally noticed. He gave Shane a longer look, then nodded and had the vendor weigh out another portion of fruit for Shane, the sa amount he’d gotten for Holly.

Shane waved his hands, embarrassed. "Uncle Winslow, please give them to Holly. I don’t need any. I’ve got a bunch of loquats in my bag."

The Lester Family had always been very kind to Holly, saving her a portion of any tasty treats they had. When Holly was little, she loved running over to the Lesters’ house.

Wyatt rembered their kindness. He handed the fruit to Shane. "Holly has her own. Take these."

Shane had no choice but to accept. "Thank you, Uncle Winslow."

When they reached the school gate, Wyatt, who couldn’t go inside, handed the snacks, fruit, and clothes to Holly. "Call

if anything cos up. Do you still have credit on your phone?"

Holly nodded. "I have over thirty yuan left. Dad, take care of yourself at ho."

Just as she was about to take the bags, Shane intercepted them. "Holly, I’ll help you carry these. We’re on the sa floor."

Holly was about to say he didn’t have to, but Wyatt said, "Thanks, Shane. I appreciate it."

...

Once they got to the second floor, Holly reached for the bags. "Thanks."

"Don’t ntion it, Holly."

Shane seed a little shy. Then, as if rembering sothing, he opened his backpack and gave her half of his loquats. "These are from the loquat tree in our yard. It bore a lot of fruit this year, so Grandma told

to bring so for you."

When she was little, Holly had certainly done her fair share of damage to the Lester Family’s loquat tree. She accepted the fruit with a smile. "Please thank Grandma Lester for ."

"No problem. I’ve gotta go." Shane glanced at the figure that had appeared at the doorway of the Rocket Class, then picked up his things and headed toward his own classroom.

Holly thought he left in a bit of a hurry but didn’t think much of it. She put the loquats into her fruit bag, and when she turned around, she jumped and couldn’t help but let out a small "Ah!"

That damn Mortir Quincy was standing at the classroom door, staring at her as if he’d just caught her cheating.

She shot him an annoyed glare. "You scared

to death." As she spoke, she thrust all the bags she was holding at him.

Quincy the Vinegar Jar was radiating jealousy. "What’s there to be scared of? Hmm?"

He took the bags from her and added unhurriedly, "If you can’t explain yourself, you can copy the physics formulas a hundred tis."

Holly: "..."

’All he ever does is make

copy formulas. Can’t he co up with sothing new?’

"You suddenly appeared behind

with that murderous look on your face. How could I not be scared?"

"I’ve been here since you two were standing at the door. How is that ’suddenly’? I think my dear wife has a guilty conscience," Mortir said, refusing to let it go.

Holly: "..."

’Guilty conscience, my ass.’

She ignored Quincy the Vinegar Jar, walked past him into the classroom, and sat down.

Mortir followed her. When he got to their seats, he disdainfully picked out the loquats and handed them to Zeke Zane and Pantheon. "Here, for you guys."

"This stuff is an eyesore."

Zeke Zane and Pantheon: "..."

’What the heck?’

Holly shot Mortir a dissatisfied glare. He didn’t even leave one for her, and the Lester Family’s loquats were really sweet.

After putting the things down, Mortir left the classroom again. Holly glanced out the window; it looked like he had gone downstairs.

"..."

She muttered under her breath, "I’m not even the one who’s mad."

Ten minutes or so passed, but Mortir still hadn’t returned. Holly couldn’t focus on her howork anymore. She pulled out her phone and called a certain soone, but he didn’t pick up.

She poked her finger a few tis at the picture of the boy on her screen with his face sared with cake. "Still not answering?! You’ve got so nerve, Quincy the Puppy."

Just then, her desk shook slightly. She turned to see a huge crate of loquats on it. She stared at Mortir, who was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt. "..."

Quincy the Moneybags said coolly, "Go on, eat. When you finish, I’ll buy more. Anything soone else can give you, I can give you too. Don’t accept things from other people from now on, understand?"

Holly: "..."

Zeke Zane and Pantheon, who were doing their howork, were force-fed a faceful of PDA. "..."

Zeke Zane didn’t want to stay in the classroom for another second. "Forrest, wanna take a day trip to the bathroom?"

"Let’s go. If we don’t, I’m gonna choke to death on all this lovey-dovey crap," Pantheon said, imdiately snapping his notebook shut.

The two of them fled the classroom.

Holly: "..."

She looked at Mortir and said very seriously, "I think all that money has gone to your head." She even nodded her little head as she said it.

Mortir: "..."

’Damn it, I’m so pissed I could explode.’

He gritted his teeth. "Let

see your howork."

Holly had a bad feeling. "..."

And sure enough, that scoundrel Mortir pointed at her howork, using his authority for personal revenge. "Wrong, wrong, wrong. Copy it all a hundred tis."

Holly: "..."

’Son of a bitch, Mortir.’

...

That petty scoundrel Mortir could no longer tolerate his "love rival," Shane Lester.

On Monday, their gym class was scheduled at the sa ti as Class Five’s.

Shane Lester was in Class Five.

There was only one basketball court. The Rocket Class got there first, so the boys from Class Five asked if they could play together.

It was normal for two classes to play basketball together, so Pantheon and the others readily agreed.

Mortir’s eyes swept over the Class Five boys and landed on Shane. With an almost imperceptible arch of his eyebrow, he tossed the basketball to Shane. "Your ball first."

Over by the benches, Holly, who was holding a classical Chinese text, glanced up when she heard Mortir’s voice.

After all, the two of them were a legally married couple. Holly knew what that scoundrel Mortir was up to just by the way he postured.

During the ga, Mortir completely shut Shane down, not letting him get a single shot off. The suppression was so obvious that everyone else noticed.

During a break in the ga...

Pantheon bent over, catching his breath. He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe away so sweat. "Why is Mortir shutting that guy down so hard? If I were him, I’d be suffocating."

Next to him, Chase Hawkins made one of his characteristically startling comnts: "Doesn’t it feel like rivals in love eting, their eyes blazing with hatred?"

Pantheon: "..."

Zeke Zane: "..."

’He’s actually got a point.’

Both of them looked toward Holly. She was still off to the side, morizing from her little classical Chinese text, completely unconcerned with the battle unfolding on the court.

"So, who exactly is Mortir’s girlfriend? The curiosity is killing . I keep imagining so kind of goddess," Paul Powell muttered, leaning in.

Pantheon’s eyes darted around, and he said aningfully, "I think ’the cousin’ is quite the goddess."

"’The cousin’ is definitely my type," Chase Hawkins said, nodding in agreent as he looked in Holly’s direction.

Mortir, who had appeared beside him at so point, glared at him. "Even if she grew on your head, she’d have nothing to do with you."