Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Quincy the Puppy Owes
a Puppy Bark
RING RING... The sudden sound of her phone ringing startled Holly Winslow. She picked it up and saw it was a call from Mortir Quincy. For so reason, she felt a little guilty. "Hello, Mortir."
Hearing her voice, Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. "What kind of trouble did you get into, wifey?" His tone was a little lazy.
Holly Winslow, who had been found out: "..."
"I didn’t get into any trouble. I’m practicing square dancing with Anna and the others."
Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow again but didn’t press her. "Want to co out and relax for an hour?"
Holly Winslow rembered he had ntioned treating Pantheon and the guys to an all-night gaming session and asked excitedly, "To play gas?"
Hearing the words "play gas," Anna Willow and Iris Kensington got the sa excited look as Holly Winslow. The three of them used to sneak off to internet cafes for team gas all the ti. After Holly stopped going, they stopped bringing it up.
"Yeah, just for an hour. I’ll wait for you guys at the entrance to the complex." Mortir Quincy emphasized the "one hour" part.
Holly Winslow hung up and took Anna Willow and Iris Kensington to the complex entrance. Mortir Quincy, Zeke Zane, Pantheon, and another boy they didn’t know were there.
A five-person team wouldn’t work, so they could only start a custom room for a 4v3 match.
Pantheon, naively thinking that only Holly Winslow was any good at gas, volunteered to have Mortir Quincy join the team with the three girls.
The in-ga character "Sylvia," who had just poked his head out, was instantly sniped and killed by "The Eldest Miss of the Willow Family."
Pantheon: "???"
’Can I cuss right now?’
Zeke Zane gave him a speechless look. "Useless." He then turned his attention back to the ga.
Less than a minute later: "The Eldest Miss of the Willow Family" killed "Brother Alden."
Zeke Zane: "..."
Anna Willow whistled cockily at them like a rogue. "I’m ranked third on this server, little bros. Don’t ss with your big sis."
Pantheon: "..."
Zeke Zane: "..."
It was hard to believe those words ca out of the mouth of such a cute-looking girl.
Holly Winslow laughed unkindly. Zeke Zane and Anna Willow had actually t because of this ga.
’Their fates are so similar.’
Then, her attention returned to the ga. She saw an enemy player crouching behind a cargo container, aiming at her with a scope. She quickly pressed a key.
"Ms. Sumrs is badass" killed "Kiki."
The other classmate, Chase Hawkins: "..."
At Holly Winslow’s slick move, he opened his mouth to let out a curse. "I..." Before the "f-word" could co out, Pantheon clapped a hand over his mouth.
’Can’t afford to curse at her.’
’That’s Mortir Quincy’s girlfriend.’
To keep the peace, he placated Chase Hawkins, "Go easy on them. They’re all girls."
Chase Hawkins: "..."
The round was over in just three minutes. Anna Willow sighed. "That was boring. Holly, how about we do online matchmaking instead?"
Iris Kensington nodded. "I didn’t even get a single kill."
Pantheon: "..."
Zeke Zane: "..."
Chase Hawkins: "..."
The three of them, feeling scorned, were overco with a sense of "insult."
Holly Winslow also thought it was boring. An idea struck her, and she looked at Mortir Quincy. "Mortir, you team up with them. And no holding back."
Hearing this, Mortir Quincy had a bad feeling. He looked at Holly Winslow’s little face for a few seconds before nodding. They started another round.
Holly Winslow knew Mortir Quincy was very good, so she told Anna Willow and Iris Kensington to hold their positions and not move.
Anna Willow’s scope was trained on Brother Alden’s position, but he was hiding and wouldn’t co out. She kicked Iris Kensington lightly, signaling for her to go out and bait the enemy.
Iris Kensington made an "OK" sign.
Holly Winslow aid her sights below her own building. She knew Mortir Quincy all too well. That guy loved launching sneak attacks, killing people in their own territory.
Hiding in the shadows, Mortir Quincy saw Iris Kensington co out and imdiately suspected a trap. He was just about to tell the others to hold their positions when he saw that Brother Alden was dead.
Zeke Zane ground his back teeth. He glanced in Anna Willow’s direction and cursed inwardly.
’Fuck.’
Just then, Anna Willow gestured a "three" to Holly Winslow. Holly got the signal, quickly pulled out a grenade, and threw it toward the three o’clock position. "Kiki" died.
Chase Hawkins: "..."
Iris Kensington signaled a "one" to Anna Willow. Anna imdiately took aim. A few seconds later, "Sylvia" was dead.
Pantheon: "..."
Only Mortir Quincy was left. Holly Winslow gestured to Anna Willow and Iris Kensington, telling them to pay close attention to the area below the building.
The next second, "Ginger Yates" was dead.
Holly Winslow and Anna Willow didn’t even see Mortir Quincy. The next second, Anna Willow was dead too.
Holly Winslow imdiately spun around. Just as she expected, that guy Mortir Quincy had run into their territory.
’So sneaky!’
She quickly typed on her keyboard, sending a ssage: "You shoot and see what happens."
Mortir Quincy: "..."
’His own wifey was like this every ti. First, she tells him not to hold back, but when he’s really about to kill her, she says, "You shoot and see what happens."’
’He could guarantee that if he shot and killed her, she’d give him the cold shoulder for the next month.’
"Ms. Sumrs is badass" killed "Qm."
Holly Winslow happily stuck her tongue out at Mortir Quincy and said smugly, "Yay! Quincy the Puppy, you lost! You owe
a puppy bark."
This was a rule between the two of them: whoever lost a ga had to bark like a puppy.
The others: "..."
’That nickna, Quincy the Puppy, is certainly... special.’
Mortir Quincy: "..."
’Back then, he’d only agreed to this penalty because he was overco with lust.’
’He had never won.’
They played three more rounds after that, and Holly Winslow’s team won every ti.
Although Mortir Quincy held back every ti, Pantheon and the other two were genuinely terrible.
When the hour was almost up, Mortir Quincy said a word to Pantheon and the others, then took Holly Winslow and her two friends back.
「The Winslow Residence」
Holly Winslow had just sat down on the sofa when she heard Mortir Quincy say, "Holly, show
the math formulas you copied."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’I don’t want this husband anymore.’
She opened her school bag, took out her math notebook, and handed it to him. Mortir Quincy sat up straight and began flipping through it seriously.
Anna Willow and Iris Kensington exchanged a look. For so reason, they felt the oppressive atmosphere of a teacher giving a lecture.
Suddenly, Mortir Quincy pointed at the notebook, his tone slightly stern. "Holly, you copied this part wrong. It’s A B, not A-B. Copy the sum of two angles formulas again five tis."
Holly Winslow glanced at it. She had indeed made a mistake, probably from copying too quickly. She nodded obediently. "Okay."
A few minutes later, Mortir Quincy finished checking. He turned to look at Holly Winslow. "Holly, recite the half-angle formulas."
Anna Willow and Iris Kensington: "..."
’What did the half-angle formulas even look like again?’
’sin? cos?’
Holly Winslow recited, "sin(A/2) = √((1-cosA)/2)..."
This quizzing session, with one person asking and the other reciting, went on for over ten minutes. Finally, Mortir Quincy let Holly Winslow off, satisfied.
He glanced at Anna Willow and Iris Kensington, then raised an eyebrow at Holly Winslow. "I’ll give you your reward tomorrow. And since Holly was so diligent, I’ll triple the reward."
The mont she heard that, Holly Winslow knew what the "reward" was. "..."
’Could he be any more shaless? Tripling it!’
...
Under the tornt of Scholar Quincy, the evening gala finally arrived. After dinner, the entire student body gathered and sat down on the athletic field.
During the afternoon study hall, Holly Winslow and her two friends had taken leave to get their hair and makeup done.
When Anna Willow saw Holly Winslow co out in her costu, she let out an amazed "Wow!" "Holly, you’re so beautiful." As she spoke, her eyes darted toward Holly’s chest a few tis.
Holly Winslow reached out and poked her. "Where are you looking, you perv, Anna."
The dance costu wasn’t revealing at all, just a little tight-fitting, which accentuated her figure.
Anna Willow giggled. "Holly, you’ve developed really well."
Iris Kensington chid in, "They are bigger than before."
Holly Winslow: "..."
’What kind of shaless talk is this?’
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