Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 184: Reporting to University

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Reporting to University

Holly Winslow sent a screenshot of the "evidence" to Mortir Quincy: Look what you’ve done. If Dad doesn’t spank you senseless, my na isn’t Winslow.

On the other end of the line, Mortir Quincy was lounging on the sofa, casually comnting on the news about the good-looking, genius couple: A perfect match.

He hit send, and a mont later, a ssage ca in.

After reading it, he replied innocently: What’s this?

’Hmm, not a bad review,’ Holly thought sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes. "..."

’It’s a headline and he doesn’t know?’

She was willing to bet that rascal Mortir had even left a comnt, and it was probably sothing shalessly flirty. "Quincy the Puppy, I know exactly what you’re like without even having to guess."

You just wait for Dad to spank you raw.

Mortir let out a low chuckle. "My dear wife, I’ll drop my pants and let you have at it."

Holly Winslow was stunned by the shaless and flirty Mortir. "..."

She was starting to suspect that rascal had flirted his way to that perfect 750 score.

...

Garrison City producing a top scorer with a perfect score was a glorious and proud event. Mortir Quincy’s handso student ID photo was printed in every newspaper and publication.

He even appeared in the sa paper as the mayor.

The neighborhood aunties’ gossip revolved around the Quincy and Winslow families. Every ti Holly went downstairs and ran into them, the aunties would ask with beaming smiles, "Holly, are you dating that Quincy boy?"

A simple chat could easily last over ten minutes.

Holly Winslow learned her lesson and just holed up at ho, refusing to go out.

This morning, the newspaper delivery arrived.

When Holly saw Wyatt Winslow flip the newspaper straight to the back, she guessed he had seen Mortir’s student photo.

She found it inexplicably funny. Taking a sip of water, she asked, "Dad, what do you think about

applying to the math departnt at Branton University?"

Gabe Chaucer and Julian Carlton both agreed that her score was too high to be wasted on the education program at Branton University. They felt that if she wanted to be a teacher, the specific school wasn’t the most important factor.

As long as it was a top-tier, prestigious institution.

As for her major, she decided against foreign languages. She had already been studying them for seven or eight years, and while continuing would certainly give her an advantage, she knew sothing else.

Being a teacher wasn’t just about mastering one subject; you had to be knowledgeable in others as well.

In her past life, a student had asked her a math problem that she couldn’t answer.

The student had only replied with simple curiosity, "You don’t know either, Teacher?"

At that mont, she’d felt that she wasn’t cut out to be a teacher, that her lack of knowledge would end up misleading her students.

Later, Mortir had comforted her: "There’s no sha in not knowing. The only sha is in not trying."

’That’s right. The only sha is in not trying.’

’If I don’t know how, I’ll work hard until I do.’

Wyatt Winslow didn’t respond right away. He looked at her for several seconds before asking in a serious, deep voice, "Do you like it?"

He knew math was Holly’s worst subject and had occasionally heard her co ho and complain about it.

He added, "Choose what you like."

Holly froze. In that mont, it felt like she was experiencing the kind of selfless fatherly love you only read about in essays. He only cared if she liked it, not whether her score was "worth it" for that major or what her job prospects would be.

It wasn’t that he was being irresponsible; it was that he was confident in his ability to support her for the rest of her life.

She threw her arms around his shoulders. "Dad, I love it. I’m going to be a smart math teacher soday."

"Okay."

Wyatt Winslow studied her for a few more monts but didn’t say anything else.

The university application was already filled out. Her first choice was Branton University, and her second was Branton University’s College of Education.

Mortir only put down Branton University’s finance departnt. With a perfect score, he had no fear of being rejected.

Holly was surprised at first when she learned Mortir had applied for finance, but after a mont’s thought, she understood why.

Given their scores, it was no surprise that both of them received acceptance letters. Pantheon, Zeke Zane, and Cynthia Owens also got into Branton University.

Except for Cynthia Owens, who was in the sa major as Mortir, everyone else had chosen different fields of study.

Anna Willow and Iris Kensington were both in Branton City. Anna was at a first-tier art school in the city, while Iris, choosing her boyfriend over her friends, picked a second-tier school in ridian City to be with Chris Chaucer.

With just over a month left, Holly went to get her driver’s license. Chauffered by Mortir every day, she managed to get it without getting much of a tan.

By the ti she had her license, it was already ti for school to start. Garrison City wasn’t far from Branton City, just a seven or eight-hour drive away.

On the second day of the three-day registration period, Wyatt Winslow personally drove Holly to the university. The trunk and back seat were completely filled with her things.

Holly didn’t actually have much stuff; Wyatt was the one who had packed the car full for her.

At the entrance of Branton University, so male students had been assigned to welco the freshn. It was a hot afternoon, so the boys were lazing around under a tent, reluctant to move.

A boy in a gray t-shirt said, "Hey, look, that girl is pretty."

The other boys looked over. A boy in a white t-shirt stood up. "I’m going to go help the new student."

The pretty ones were called "new students"; the not-so-pretty ones were "invisible."

The boy in the white t-shirt walked over to help with the suitcases. "Hi, I’m here to welco new students at Branton. What departnt are you in? Foreign Languages?"

The Foreign Languages departnt had always been known for its beauties.

Wyatt Winslow disliked the way the boy was looking at Holly. He pursed his lips. "No need."

Holly also waved him off, then pointed behind him. "Thanks, but no thanks. My people are here."

Mortir Quincy, Zeke Zane, and Pantheon walked over. Zeke and Pantheon were still in flip-flops. When they saw Wyatt and Holly, they suddenly had a bad feeling about what was coming next.

"..."

’Dammit, we were supposed to be going out for dry pot!’

’Fuck.’

’We were so naive.’

They had all arrived the day before. Mortir had originally planned to co with Holly, but figuring Wyatt would definitely be driving her, he ca to the university early to get things settled.

Mortir ca over to take the luggage. He shot a displeased glance at the boy with ulterior motives, then looked at Wyatt Winslow and swallowed the words he wanted to say.

He took Holly’s suitcase from the boy and said flatly, "Thanks. You can go now."

The boy in the white t-shirt looked at Mortir’s face. "..."

He scurried away dejectedly.

Wyatt didn’t say anything. The five of them started carrying the luggage, but the car was still half-full.

Pantheon had only brought one suitcase when he’d arrived yesterday and had plenty of space. He switched the bag he was carrying to his other hand. "Sis-in-law, you’ve got way too much stuff..."

Hearing him casually call her "sis-in-law," Zeke Zane’s eyes went wide, and he quickly nudged him.

’What the hell are you saying, you idiot? Believe it or not, Mortir’s future father-in-law is about to backhand you.’

Pantheon realized his mistake. He clapped a hand over his mouth and glanced ekly at Wyatt Winslow, then t Mortir’s glare. "..."

’I really didn’t an it.’

To make up for his "blunder," he sensibly went to buy a few bottles of water. He handed the first one to Wyatt, trying to curry favor. "Uncle Winslow, have so water."

Wyatt glanced at Holly out of the corner of his eye. He accepted it. "Thanks. How much was it?" As he spoke, he handed the water to Holly.

To others, this might have sounded a bit distant, but Holly knew Wyatt was just thinking that they, as students, didn’t have much money.

She said with a grin, "Dad, don’t be so formal with them. I’ll treat them to dinner later."

Pantheon nodded vigorously. He chuckled. "Exactly! Uncle Winslow, don’t stand on ceremony with us. We’re all family here."

Mortir gave him a cool glance and kicked him warningly.

’Who the hell is family with you?’

Sohow, Pantheon understood instantly. "..."

’I was just being polite!’

Wyatt Winslow glanced at Mortir, whose eyes t his. "..."

Mortir flinched.

Holly stood to the side, trying to stifle her laughter.

By the ti they finished unpacking everything, her other three roommates still hadn’t arrived.

After dinner, it was already seven or eight o’clock. Wyatt was going to stay in a hotel for the night and head back the next day. Holly had offered to stay with him, but he said there was no need and insisted on watching her go into her dorm before he left.

Mortir watched until Wyatt was far away, then turned to the inconvenient "third wheels" standing beside him. "You two can get lost now."

Pantheon and Zeke Zane: "..."

’Fuck.’

The two third wheels walked away, emitting a faint glow.