Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Recite Classical Chinese 5000 Tis
After a desperate countdown to the break, the first monthly exam of their senior year finally arrived.
On the morning of the exam, Holly Winslow and Mortir Quincy had already co to an agreent: Mortir would spot her one of the major questions.
A *very* major question.
The essay, to be precise.
The end of the monthly exam marked the start of their first break of the sester—two whole days.
Jarton High was much more generous than Jarton Second High in this regard. According to Anna Willow and Iris Kensington’s complaints, their school only gave them one day off.
They’d barely have ti to catch their breath before the noose tightened again.
On the afternoon the break started, Mortir Quincy made good on the "two all-nighters" promise from the n’s dorm, room 206. He rented seven computers at an internet cafe for two full days, plus two more for an hour.
Holly Winslow was genuinely skilled at gas, managing to carry four scrub teammates to victory.
And then they lost.
Zeke Zane looked at Mortir Quincy in frustration. "Can you stop throwing the ga?"
Mortir clicked his mouse a few tis and said nonchalantly, "It has nothing to do with . You guys are just less skilled."
"You can’t even beat my Holly." He let out a soft chuckle.
Zeke Zane was speechless. "..."
’What the hell? Why did I have to be on his team?’
Pantheon, who was on Holly’s team, laughed outrageously. "You can’t even beat my cousin! Pathetic!"
The words had barely left his mouth when he was hit with a death glare from a certain soone.
He quickly corrected himself. "Not mine! She’s Mortir’s!"
"As long as you know." Mortir shot him a cool glance, as if to say, ’You know what’s good for you.’
Pantheon was speechless. "..."
’Yeah, yeah, yeah, she’s all yours.’
Mortir and Holly played for their allotted hour, and when the ti was up, Mortir announced they were leaving. Chase Hawkins, who was just getting into the groove, tried to persuade her to stay. "Cousin, just one more ga with us! Ugh, it’s no fun playing with trash teammates like Rook and the guys."
That single sentence managed to offend six people. Paul "Rook" Powell scoffed, "Us? Trash? I wonder who’s the one playing like a bot."
Pantheon twisted the knife. "Walks like a bot, too."
Mortir delivered the final blow. "Don’t get any ideas. She has nothing to do with you."
Chase Hawkins was speechless. "..."
Once the pair had left the internet cafe, Chase Hawkins started tsk-tsking. Ahem, not that he would dare say it to Mortir’s face. "Mortir is way too overprotective. If it were , I would’ve rebelled ages ago."
"Pfft. With a guy like you, you wouldn’t even need to rebel," Pantheon taunted ruthlessly, his eyes still on his ga. "Mortir wouldn’t give you the ti of day. He probably wouldn’t even want to speak to you."
Chase Hawkins was speechless. "..."
Then he suddenly asked, "What do you think Mortir would do if I tried to pursue ’Cousin’?"
Zeke Zane and Pantheon were so stunned they started coughing violently. Pantheon stared at him in shock. "You’d die."
Zeke Zane added with grave seriousness, "Yep."
Chase Hawkins was speechless. "..."
"Sounds kind of exciting to ."
’Exciting?’
’More like getting yourself killed.’
Pantheon’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "I’m staying far away from you, dude."
He knew Chase was just joking. In their hearts, they all really did think of "Cousin" as an actual cousin.
Paul Powell laughed out loud, his eyes on the screen. "Quincy, I think you must’ve gotten your head stuck in a door. To actually want Mortir as your brother-in-law."
"If I had a brother-in-law like Mortir, I’d go morize classical literature three thousand tis. No, five thousand tis!"
"Hahaha! Anyway, no more talk. I’ve got company over here! Hurry and give
so support!"
Pantheon and the others were speechless. "..."
’To say sothing as drastic as morizing classical literature five thousand tis!’
’Badass.’
...
After getting ho, Holly started on her howork. It might have been a break, but in reality, she was just doing howork in a different place.
ssages started popping up one after another in the "Little Fairies" group chat.
Iris Kensington: I don’t think Chris Chaucer likes
anymore.
Anna Willow: ???
Iris Kensington: I text him, and he takes forever to reply. Like, one or two minutes.
Holly Winslow: ...
’Ellie, do you not have enough howork to do?’
Iris Kensington: ...
Anna Willow: Hahahaha, I’m dying.
Iris Kensington: We’re done!
Anna Willow: I think you’re overthinking it. Didn’t Chris co to school to see you just a couple of days ago?
Iris Kensington: That was a few days ago. Not today.
Holly exited the group chat and sent Mortir a text. After a minute or two, there was still no reply.
...
’I don’t think you like
anymore.’
When Mortir got out of the shower, he picked up his phone and saw her ssage. He raised an eyebrow and imdiately called her. "What do you want to buy? Or what do you want
to do?"
Holly was speechless. "..."
’My post-marriage image is unsalvageable.’
"Mortir, I think..."
"What do you want to buy?" Mortir asked, ruffling his damp hair.
Holly gave up. She whispered tentatively, "Spicy skewers?"
"Go do your howork. I’ll bring them over in half an hour. Be good, and stop pulling these stunts."
As soon as she hung up, Mortir got up and headed to the kitchen.
Half an hour later, the Winslows’ doorbell rang.
There stood Mortir, holding a container of spicy skewers. He asked dryly, "This whole ’I don’t think you like
anymore’ thing... what was that all about?"
"Hehe." Holly just gave him a goofy grin.
Mortir tapped her on the head with his index finger, seeing right through her. "Got so ’inspiration’ from your girlfriends again?"
Those three girls were like conjoined triplets. If one couple had a ’fight,’ the other two were bound to follow suit.
He knew the drill by now.
"Nope," Holly denied.
...
Mortir left around six o’clock, and Holly started making dinner.
Wyatt Winslow returned at seven, laden with fruits and snacks—all of Holly’s favorites.
"Dad, go wash your hands. There’s just one last soup to finish."
Holly, wearing a black apron, placed a dish on the table.
Wyatt Winslow humd in acknowledgnt.
After dinner, Holly curled up on the sofa to watch the news with her father. Suddenly, Wyatt turned the volu down. "Holly, have you ever thought about studying abroad?"
Back then, studying abroad was much more prestigious than it would beco in later years. For a family to have a child studying overseas was a huge deal.
Holly didn’t imdiately reject her father’s kind offer. She thought for a mont before shaking her head. "I don’t want to be too far away from you, Dad. Besides, there’s a school I want to get into here."
"Branton University’s College of Education. I want to be a teacher."
This was the first ti she had told him about her plans for the future. Wyatt was taken aback for a second, but after a mont, he respected her choice. "Okay."
He paused for a mont. "You don’t have to factor
into your decision." With that, he got up to get a glass of water.
Watching his retreating figure, Holly felt an inexplicable pang in her heart. She forced a cheerful laugh. "No, *I’m* the one who can’t bear to leave my dad."
...
「The next morning」
Wyatt was on the phone out on the living room balcony. "Yes, go ahead and make the arrangents... We’ll deal with any issues on Monday. Pay the wages on Monday, too. Everyone will get an extra two hundred. Mm-hm. Just put everything on hold for these two days."
He hung up and saw Holly in the living room, sipping a glass of milk.
After a few sips, Holly asked, "Dad, is the factory short on money?"
She always worried about adult matters, which gave Wyatt an indescribable feeling. He pressed his lips together. "No. We don’t have anything planned today. Want to go to the zoo?"
Holly instantly understood that he was trying to take her out for fun. Her face blossod into a wide smile. "Yes! I’ve been wanting to go for ages! Hehe, I’ll go change into a dress."
Wyatt’s tone softened as he called after her, "Eat breakfast first."
They spent the second day of their break in the city before driving back. Afterward, Wyatt dropped Holly off at school.
Holly entered the school gates, laden with bags. Just past the main statue, a boy was standing there. He wore a plain gray t-shirt, black casual capris, and white sumr sneakers.
His head was down, focused on his phone. Just then, the phone in her pocket vibrated twice.
She tiptoed up behind him. "Ribbit."
Perhaps because of the heat, two rosy spots appeared on her cheeks. Mortir couldn’t help but smile. He put his phone away and took the bags from her hands. "Hopper. How about a couple more ribbits?"
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