Chapter 101: Chapter 101: So Greenhorn Wants to Steal My Wife?
Chase Hawkins was crushed. "..."
He had to admit... that was a fair point.
He was a fan of Holly Winslow’s looks, but he didn’t have the guts to beco Mortir Quincy’s cousin-in-law.
Paul Powell let out a boisterous "HAHA" and said, "Exactly. Even if she were attached to your hip, she’d still have nothing to do with you."
Chase didn’t dare get mad at Mortir, but he had no such qualms about Paul. He shot an elbow back at him. "Luna Lynch has nothing to do with you, either."
"Quincy, I’m gonna kill you!"
Furious from the embarrassnt, Paul Powell tried to put him in a headlock, and the two started wrestling right then and there.
The others laughed as they watched the spectacle.
Just then, soone from Class 5 bought a large bag of water and passed it out to the boys. Shane Lester glanced at Holly Winslow in the distance, hesitated for a mont, then walked over. "Holly, here’s a drink for you."
Holly’s voice, which had been reciting classical Chinese, ca to an abrupt halt. She looked up with a sweet smile. "I’m not thirsty, you can have it. Thank you."
Pantheon’s eyes widened when he saw this. ’Well now, a real love rival,’ he thought, shooting a look at the scowling Mortir Quincy.
Mortir strode over.
Just as Shane Lester was about to place the bottle beside her, a large hand intercepted it. A cool male voice said, "Thanks. I was just getting a little thirsty."
Mortir took the water, twisted the cap open right in front of Shane, and took a large gulp. Then, he handed it to Holly. "Holly, have a sip."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’So childish, Mortir.’
That’s what she thought, but she still played along with a certain soone, taking the bottle and pressing it to her lips for a small sip.
Being younger, Shane Lester lacked Mortir’s composure and couldn’t handle the situation. He imdiately said he was heading back to the classroom.
Mortir watched his retreating back with displeasure, then quickly looked away. He took the water bottle from Holly’s hand and tossed it into a nearby trash can, all in one smooth motion.
Holly Winslow: "..."
Pantheon and Zeke Zane, who had been watching the whole ti, ready for a show, were also speechless. "..."
With Shane gone, Mortir lost his enthusiasm for the ga. He sat down next to Holly and watched the others play.
Holly kept her eyes on her classical Chinese text and whispered, "Don’t pick on him. We grew up together, we’re just friends."
’We have to go back to the Winslow estate for the holidays, and we always end up visiting the Lester family. It would be so awkward then.’
Mortir leaned back lazily in his chair. "I’m not picking on him."
"He’s too weak."
His last sentence dripped with disdain.
’So greenhorn trying to steal my wife?’
’Too late.’
’My wife and I have already done everything.’
Holly had no idea what he was thinking. If she did, she would’ve given him a massive eye-roll.
...
High school gossip always travels fast. The story of Mortir Quincy targeting Shane Lester spread throughout the entire sophomore class, and even the teachers in their office heard about it.
Gabe Chaucer even made a point to check in on Mortir. He asked, "Mortir, do you have so kind of feud with Shane Lester from Class 5? You can tell , and I’ll help you sort it out."
He truly worried himself sick like a mother hen just to get his students to focus on their studies.
Mortir frowned. "Shane Lester?"
A mont later, he added, "Who?"
"Don’t know him."
Gabe Chaucer had a whole speech prepared, but now he had to swallow it all. ’Who’s spreading these rumors!’ he fud. ’If I catch them, I’m docking them a hundred points!’
That afternoon during study hall, an announcent ca over the school’s PA system. The dean of students gravely repeated three tis that students were not to spread rumors, and anyone caught would be docked five points.
Only then did the wave of gossip about Mortir and Shane finally die down.
But that guy Mortir was a real piece of work. During the once-a-sester, all-school cleanup, he abused his authority as a student leader and assigned Class 5 to restroom duty.
Zeke Zane, holding a trash basket, looked at Mortir, who was holding one as well. "Mortir, you never cease to amaze ."
Mortir raised an eyebrow, not the least bit embarrassed. "Thanks for the complint."
The Rocket Class’s assigned area was the small grove, where they were to clear away trash.
Holly wasn’t very close with the other girls in her class, so she was picking up trash in a corner by herself. Mortir ca over with his basket and heard her reciting, "The road to Shu is hard, harder than climbing to the clear blue sky..."
The sight of her reciting poetry while picking up trash was so amusing that he couldn’t help but laugh.
He decided to tease her and feigned a look of horror. "Honey, there’s a rat at your feet! Don’t move."
The color drained from Holly’s face, and her skin crawled. Not daring to look down, she let out an "AHH!
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