Chapter 104: Chapter 104: A Husband Can Be Classical Chinese
The mont she heard "Old Shaw is here," Holly Winslow imdiately pulled her hand back and sat up straight. She then lowered her head to her book, feigning intense concentration.
It was a single, fluid motion.
Mortir Quincy: "..."
He sat back down in his seat.
Gabe Chaucer stood at the classroom door, reprimanding the students who were chasing each other. "What are you running for? If you want to run, go do twenty laps on the field."
The classroom instantly fell silent. The rowdy students imdiately returned to their seats.
Gabe Chaucer chided them for a few more monts. "The seniors are reviewing for their exams! Why are you all making such a ruckus? You should go take a look at what the seniors are doing right now. Don’t think you can slack off just because you’re juniors. In a month and a half, at most, you’ll be seniors yourselves."
After rattling off a lecture for another minute or two, he finally looked at Mortir Quincy. "Mortir Quincy, co out here for a mont."
「Outside on the balcony」
Gabe Chaucer looked at the flush on the side of Mortir Quincy’s face and asked kindly, "What’s wrong with your face? An allergic reaction?"
"No, it’s probably just the heat," Mortir Quincy lied with a completely straight face.
"It is a bit hot today. Just hang in there for another month or so. When you move to the senior classrooms, you’ll have air conditioning."
"Mm."
After a few more monts of small talk, Gabe Chaucer got down to business. In a consultative tone, he said, "Jarton County Television Station wants to do a feature on Jarton High, and the school was hoping to have you do the interview. It’s not mandatory, we just wanted to get your opinion on it. If you don’t want to, it’s no problem."
Mortir Quincy was a student whose academic performance was impeccable, but his personality was indeed a bit cold, and he wasn’t fond of interviews.
Last sester, when the city’s station ca for an interview, he had turned them down.
The school didn’t force him.
Mortir Quincy shook his head. "Teacher Chaucer, please find soone else. I’m preparing for the Branton City math competition right now."
Hearing this, Gabe Chaucer said, "Oh," and looked at the student before him with admiration. "Well, in that case, prepare well. But don’t let your regular studies fall behind, alright?"
Mortir Quincy nodded. "Okay."
During second period, Gabe Chaucer called Holly Winslow, Zeke Zane, Pantheon, Luna Lynch, and a few others out for a talk. They were gone for a long ti. When they returned, Mortir Quincy asked and found out they had been chosen to represent Jarton High in the interview.
Holly Winslow wasn’t technically a student of Jarton High, but the school had her participate in the interview with so ulterior motives. After all, a student who could score over seven hundred was undoubtedly great for the school’s reputation.
Mortir Quincy shot Holly Winslow a woeful look and whispered, "Wifey, you’re abandoning your hubby."
Holly Winslow was preoccupied, wondering what kinds of questions the TV station would ask. ’Ahem, a first in my life.’
Getting on TV for having good grades.
Hearing his words, she asked in surprise, "You’re not going?"
’Mortir Quincy is first in the grade, after all,’ she thought. ’It makes no sense that the school wouldn’t ask him.’
"Turned it down," Mortir Quincy said lazily, reaching out to play with her ponytail.
Holly Winslow: "..."
’To turn down such a great honor... As expected of soone who’s used to the big stage.’
A few minutes later, Mortir Quincy went to the office and told Gabe Chaucer he wanted to do the interview after all.
Gabe Chaucer found it a bit strange but didn’t say anything. The school was more than happy to have Mortir Quincy participate.
He was, after all, the student with the best grades the school had seen in decades. To recruit him, Jarton High had even paid a hundred thousand.
Not only that.
When he was the horoom teacher for the honors class, the principal had personally instructed him to take special care of Mortir Quincy.
The interview was scheduled for noon that day.
To best represent Jarton High’s image, the school had the English teacher, Eileen Webb, apply so light makeup on them and even hired a hairstylist to do their hair.
Eileen Webb looked at Mortir Quincy and Holly Winslow. Both of them had excellent skin, so clear that no flaws would show up on cara.
Then, she waved at Zeke Zane, motioning for him to sit down.
Zeke Zane: "..."
Watching Zeke Zane get powder applied to his face like a girl, Pantheon was laughing like a total fool. He stopped laughing when it was his turn.
Zeke Zane, ever the vengeful type, whipped out his phone and snapped a few pictures of him. "Alright, ti to post these online."
Pantheon didn’t dare to move. He just wailed, "Zeke Zane, delete those right now!"
Beside them, Holly Winslow held Mortir Quincy’s hand, laughing so hard she had to bend over.
The interviews started with Mortir Quincy.
Holly Winslow stood behind the caraman, watching the monitor. On screen, the young man stood before a backdrop of green plants, looking youthful and handso in his Jarton High uniform.
’That guy Mortir Quincy really is photogenic.’
The interviewer was a young woman in her twenties. She asked, "As a student at Jarton High, you must face a lot of academic pressure. How do you relieve that stress?"
Hearing this, Holly Winslow scoffed inwardly. ’If that guy Mortir Quincy feels any pressure, I’ll write my na backward.’
’Winslow Holly.’
Mortir Quincy’s gaze went past the cara and landed on Holly Winslow. "By talking with my deskmate."
He chuckled, then added, "My deskmate is Holly Winslow."
Holly Winslow: "..."
Pantheon and Zeke Zane: "..."
’Is this supposed to be a serious interview?’
Instantly, everyone turned to look at Holly Winslow. No matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn’t take all the stares, especially when the interviewer wore a look of dawning comprehension.
She secretly shot Mortir Quincy a glare, signaling him to tone it down.
The interviewer was a true professional. She quickly returned to a normal line of questioning. "Talking with classmates is indeed a great way to de-stress. I hear your grades are exceptional, Mortir Quincy. Could you share your study thods with us?"
"Nothing special. It’s the sa as how other students study," Mortir Quincy said.
Zeke Zane could vouch for the truth in that statent. Mortir Quincy really did study the sa way they did, just following the teacher’s lesson plans.
The only difference was the brain inside his head.
A few minutes later, Mortir Quincy’s interview was over.
They were alternating between the boys and girls for the interviews, so Holly Winslow was next.
The interviewer’s first few questions were similar to the ones she’d asked Mortir Quincy, and Holly Winslow’s answers were all standard and proper.
The interviewer suddenly glanced toward Mortir Quincy, then flashed a professional smile. "Could you tell us how you and your deskmate usually communicate about your studies?"
Holly Winslow froze for a second. The question stumped her. After more than ten seconds, she said, "We don’t really communicate much about our studies. It’s basically just him explaining problems to ."
"My deskmate... Mortir Quincy is very good at his studies."
This sentence served as her response to Mortir Quincy’s "My deskmate is Holly Winslow."
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow, his expression one of deep satisfaction.
Zeke Zane and Pantheon: "..."
They both turned to look at Gabe Chaucer. ’There’s no way you can’t see these obvious signs of puppy love!’
But Gabe Chaucer really didn’t see it. He was just ntally agreeing with Holly Winslow’s statent. ’Mortir Quincy’s academics are indeed excellent.’
After the interviews, the crew from the television station announced that the feature would air on Saturday at eight o’clock on Jarton County Television Station.
That afternoon, Gabe Chaucer announced that the midterm exams would be held from Monday to Wednesday of the following week, telling everyone to use their ti wisely to review.
While jealously eyeing Scholar Quincy’s "leisurely" review pace, Holly Winslow cramd as hard as she could. By the end of the week, her brain was filled with nothing but math formulas and classical Chinese texts.
On the way ho from school, Holly Winslow was still on the back of the bicycle, muttering and reciting classical Chinese. Mortir Quincy laughed in exasperation. He stopped the bike, turned his head, and asked seriously, "Wifey, who am I?"
Holly Winslow gave him a strange look and said softly, "Who else could you be?"
Mortir Quincy pointed at the classical Chinese textbook in her hand. "Apparently, your husband is a classical Chinese text."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She didn’t recite any more texts for the rest of the way ho.
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