Chapter 136: Chapter 136: How Could a Cousin Kiss Her Cousin?
Mortir Quincy heard this but showed no unusual reaction. While toweling his hair dry, he asked, "Got a problem with that?"
’So blatant about their puppy love!’
Pantheon was sick of their PDA. He turned and got into his bunk, sighing dramatically, "Alas, what a cruel and arduous world..."
The others were confused, wondering why he’d suddenly started spouting classical poetry.
You could almost sll it—the sour stench of jealousy.
"Mortir, you’re just too rich! Spending five hundred yuan to boost a poll? Jealousy is making
ugly," Paul Powell wailed, his face a mask of cosmic injustice.
Chase Hawkins saw his opening and twisted the knife. "You don’t need jealousy to be ugly."
"Get first in our year, and you can do it too."
Mortir Quincy replied coolly, then decided not to waste any more ti on them. He got into his bunk to call his girlfriend, but she didn’t pick up after a long while. ’She must be in the shower,’ he figured.
Paul Powell was only just recovering from the blow of Mortir’s words.
’Back in middle school, I was always first in my class.’
"Mortir, does anything in your life ever not go your way?"
"In so aspects, my life is more satisfying than yours," Mortir said, looking down to text his girl.
Zeke Zane laughed wickedly. Seeing that they still hadn’t caught on, he "kindly" explained, "Mortir ans his love life is more satisfying than yours."
Paul Powell: "..."
’Fuck.’
A few minutes later, Holly Winslow called back, and the two began another one of their half-hour-long phone calls.
For most of that ti, they each just worked on their own howork.
If the top students were doing their howork... ahem, what excuse did the rest of them have to slack off? Pantheon and the others pulled out their assignnts to work on.
Boris Owens was the only other person in the dorm besides Mortir Quincy who had a phone. He was about to start a ga, but then he saw everyone else doing their howork. "..."
He suddenly had a feeling that if he didn’t study now, his scores on the next midterms would plumt.
"Holy shit! It’s like everyone’s possessed."
A few seconds later, he too pulled out his howork and got to work.
When Gabe Chaucer ca by to check the dorms, he was astonished to see them all doing howork. This had never happened before.
Even though these students had good grades, they were still teenagers, so it was only natural for them to want to ss around a little.
He stood at the door for a mont, not wanting to disturb them, and took a photo with his phone.
Dorm Room 206: "..."
After leaving the dorm room, Gabe Chaucer chuckled as he told the other teachers, "My students are really applying themselves today. Look, they’re all doing howork. It actually gave
a bit of a shock."
The other teachers glanced at the photo, and a wave of bitterness washed over them as they thought about the students in their own classes.
’The good students are always in soone else’s class.’
...
After the morning self-study session, Holly Winslow’s stomach hurt. She needed to use the restroom, so she had Mortir Quincy take their al containers and go get food first.
Breakfast wasn’t like lunch or dinner; if you went even a little late, all the better-tasting buns would be gone. This was especially true for the congee—if you were last in line, you might end up with nothing but broth.
When Holly Winslow ca out of the restroom, she happened to make eye contact with two boys. The one in the black t-shirt was staring at her in a very strange way.
She glanced down at her clothes, but nothing seed out of place. She rubbed her nose. "Can I help you?"
The two boys shook their heads.
’Weird.’
Holly Winslow rubbed her nose again and walked away.
Once she was a safe distance away, the two boys behind her started talking. The one in the black t-shirt had a shocked expression. "Holy shit, wasn’t that Mortir Quincy’s cousin from yesterday? Her hair looks exactly like hers."
The boy in the striped t-shirt—the sa one who had first seen Mortir Quincy kissing soone yesterday—gave him a strange look. "What the hell are you talking about? There’s no way a guy would be making out with his own cousin."
"No sane person would do that."
The first boy who had spoken: "..."
’He’s right, that’s probably impossible.’
’Was I mistaken?’
"But she really looked like her."
"Lots of people have similar hair. Hey, so people even say I look like Mortir Quincy," the boy in the striped shirt said smugly.
The boy in the black t-shirt imdiately scoffed, giving him a disgusted look. "Fuck, are those people blind? Mortir Quincy has a cold, shitty personality, but you can’t deny he’s seriously handso."
"You, on the other hand, just qualify as ’generically ugly.’"
"Get lost," the boy in the striped shirt said, kicking him indignantly.
And so, with their conversation, the truth drifted further and further off course.
...
「Dining Hall」
Mortir Quincy stood at the entrance, his gaze fixed on the academic building. Before long, he saw a girl running toward him, her ponytail swinging, radiating youthful energy.
Just then, the girl spotted him too and waved.
He let out a low chuckle and raised a hand in response.
Holly Winslow was sweating from her run. She reached into his pocket to look for a tissue. Inside, she found a hair tie and so candy. She switched to his other pocket, felt around for a mont, and whispered, "You even carry pads around?"
"Yeah. It’s almost ti," Mortir Quincy nodded.
Holly Winslow felt a small surge of warmth. "Did you get the food? What are we having, red bean buns or youtiao?"
As soon as he heard that, Mortir Quincy knew his girl wanted both. "I’ll go buy them," he said dotingly. "Go sit down and start eating."
Zeke Zane and the others were already halfway through their al. After sitting down, Holly Winslow took a sip of congee and then began watching the line to see where Mortir Quincy was.
Suddenly, Pantheon leaned in and said mysteriously, "Cousin, I’ve got a secret to tell you. It’s about your boyfriend."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’Why does it sound like he’s about to tell
Mortir’s cheating on ?’
"What is it?"
Seeing her this close, Pantheon once again marveled internally at how good Holly Winslow’s skin was. It was fair and clear, and even the one or two pimples on her forehead didn’t detract from her good looks.
’Guess having a few pimples has nothing to do with whether you’re beautiful or not.’
"Mortir Quincy spent five hundred yuan to boost your ranking in the Campus Beauty poll."
’The Campus Beauty poll?’
Holly Winslow rembered Mortir Quincy saying he was boosting a ranking during last night’s study hall, but she had never heard of a Campus Beauty poll. "What’s that?"
"It’s a poll to decide who’s the best-looking girl, and Cousin, you’re number one," Pantheon explained. He added, "A lot of guys voted to boost your rank."
Holly Winslow: "..."
Her focus was stuck on the first part of what he said. ’He spent five hundred yuan just to decide who’s the best-looking?’
’That guy Mortir has way too much money to burn. I’m confiscating all of it later.’
Mortir Quincy had no idea that Pantheon had just ratted him out. As he walked over with the youtiao and red bean buns, he heard Holly Winslow huff twice.
He sat down. "What’s wrong?"
Holly Winslow gave him a fake smile. "Do I look like I’m worth five hundred yuan?" she asked, tilting her head.
Mortir Quincy: "..."
He imdiately lifted his gaze to look at Pantheon.
Pantheon rubbed his nose and timidly averted his eyes.
In front of others, Holly Winslow decided to give her man so face. She didn’t say anything else and continued eating her breakfast.
After they finished washing their bowls, Mortir Quincy and Holly Winslow went off on their own, parting ways with Pantheon and the others.
Holly Winslow switched into lecture mode. "I’m not trying to nag you, but you’re always wasting money! You could do so much with five hundred yuan."
Mortir Quincy: "..."
His years of "marital" experience told him that the best first move was to stay silent.
After she’d been talking for several minutes without a response from him, Holly Winslow said unhappily, "So now you’ve decided to go quiet? Why didn’t you think about it when you were spending the money? You could have done so much with five hundred yuan."
"If you don’t say sothing, we’re going to have a cold war."
Mortir Quincy: "..."
He considered this for a mont before saying, tentatively, "I was wrong."
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