Chapter 131: Chapter 31: Expressway
"Ribbit, ribbit, ribbit. Gim the money." Holly Winslow held out her hands.
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. "Get it yourself."
"If you say so."
Holly Winslow reached into his pocket. After feeling around for a mont, she pulled out a wad of several hundred yuan and stuffed it all into her own pocket.
She waved her hand grandly. "I’ll be your sugar mama this month."
"In that case, I suppose I’ll reluctantly let you sleep with ." Though Mortir Quincy’s words were grudging, his expression was anything but.
Holly Winslow: "..."
She shot him a sideways glare. "You should be glad I’m not charging *you*."
"Na your price. A price to sleep with you."
Mortir Quincy paused for a mont. "For keeps."
"I’m afraid my price would scare you to death, Quincy the Puppy!" Holly Winslow grinned, baring her teeth at him, then skipped away.
...
By evening, the test results were out. A thousand thoughts had crossed Gabe Chaucer’s mind, but he never imagined that Mortir Quincy’s scores would drop, placing him second in the grade.
He usually scored in the 140s on Language Arts, but this ti he only got a 107.
He specifically pulled up Mortir’s test paper and discovered he’d only written two lines for the essay portion.
’Good, so his performance hasn’t actually slipped.’
That emotional roller coaster was enough to give him a heart attack.
The other teachers caught wind of the situation. One of the horoom teachers from a parallel class said with a sigh, "There’s just no comparison. Mortir Quincy’s score, even without the essay, is still better than the Language Arts scores of most of the students in my class."
"Not at all. Teacher Sawyer, your students are excellent," Gabe Chaucer replied politely.
The difficulty of this Language Arts test was about the sa as the last one. The highest score in the entire school was a 129, achieved by Paul Powell from the "rocket class."
The next highest was Holly Winslow with a 127, making her number one in the grade for this exam cycle.
Her math score, which was usually average, was in the 130s this ti, just one point off from Pantheon’s.
She was one point higher than him.
Gabe Chaucer exercised his authority as the horoom teacher and swapped the three evening class periods with the math teacher.
A few minutes before he entered the classroom, the test papers for all subjects had already been handed out.
Holly Winslow calculated her own score and Mortir Quincy’s. She realized that even with him having a zero on his essay, she had only beaten him by a few points.
At first, it didn’t sink in for Holly Winslow. But after a few seconds, it hit her. "..."
Pantheon saw that he’d scored over 130 in English. He glanced at Zeke Zane—they were only three or four points apart. He puffed up his chest smugly. "It won’t be long before the third-place spot is mine for good."
"If you’ve got the guts, why don’t you look at the scores of the people behind us?" Zeke Zane, who had reclaid his number-three spot this ti, retorted irritably.
He knew he was third out of sheer confidence.
Aside from the variable that was Pantheon, Zeke Zane was simply that self-assured.
"Fine, I’ll look."
But Pantheon was no fool; he wasn’t about to torture himself by looking at Holly Winslow’s and Mortir Quincy’s English scores. He chuckled slyly at Holly. "Hey, Cousin, what’d you get in Math?"
Holly Winslow pulled the math paper from her stack of six tests and handed it to him. Pantheon could clearly see her perfect 150 in English and the 136 in Math.
One point higher than him.
"..."
Fuck.
His one last shred of "dignity" was gone.
"Cousin, what tutoring center did you enroll in? I’ve got to go!"
"Elite Scholars."
"Huh? I’ve been there before. I felt like it wasn’t that effective, the pacing was too slow."
Mortir Quincy chid in quietly, "One-on-one."
Pantheon: "..."
He’d forgotten that his "cousin" was a "rich kid," too.
That car with the four rings—he’d heard it cost a fortune.
He was truly jealous. "If I could, I’d want to be reincarnated as my cousin in my next life."
She’s rich, has a boyfriend, and is a top student.
"Get lost." Mortir Quincy rcilessly kicked his stool.
Pantheon: "..."
Gabe Chaucer entered the classroom and got straight to summarizing the monthly exam results. "You’ve all seen your scores. You know in your hearts how much you’ve improved or fallen behind, so I won’t belabor the point."
"First, I want to congratulate our own Holly Winslow for taking first place in the entire grade."
Zeke Zane and Pantheon: "..."
’Are you kidding ?’
’First place is Mortir Quincy’s girlfriend?’
The other students let out a collective "Whoa!
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