Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 77: Caught in the Grove

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Caught in the Grove

Holly Winslow: "..."

She pinched Mortir Quincy’s hand. When he finally let go, she huffed, "I was just hugging your head! I saw your shirt had ridden up and was trying to cover you, you exhibitionist!"

After saying her piece, she shot him a glare, stopped helping him clean, and dropped the rag before heading into the classroom.

Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow when he heard the word "exhibitionist." Then, peering through the window, he saw his girlfriend’s ears turn red, and his throat felt a little tight.

’These days of abstinence are a little hard to bear.’

...

For the next two classes that evening, Holly Winslow ignored "Mortir the exhibitionist." The consequence was that after evening self-study, the "exhibitionist" led her away into the small grove of trees.

The school had been cracking down lately, so they couldn’t hang out in the classrooms anymore.

Mortir Quincy pinned Holly Winslow against a tree trunk, murmuring softly, "Honey, honey, honey..."

Holly Winslow couldn’t stand it when he acted like this. She pushed against his chest and whispered, "Spit it out or get off the pot."

Mortir Quincy grabbed her hand with one of his, pulling them even closer. He let out a low, magnetic chuckle. "In that case, I’ll just have to kiss you instead."

Just as he was about to kiss her, a beam of white light flashed over them, then quickly moved away.

They both froze for a second before realizing what was happening and pulling apart, but it was too late. The beam of light swept back and landed on the side of Mortir Quincy’s face.

The Dean of Discipline couldn’t quite see who it was and shouted from a distance, "What class are you in? What are you doing! Get over here right now."

Holly Winslow’s mind went blank. Then, she turned and ran. There was a path here that led around and out of the grove.

Mortir Quincy: "..."

In the end, Mortir Quincy was the only one caught by the Dean of Discipline.

When the dean saw it was Mortir Quincy, she instinctively frowned, but her tone was still decent. "What class is the girl from?"

Mortir Quincy shook his head and said calmly, "No idea. I don’t know her. We just bumped into each other. I ca down here to look for sothing."

The grove was right behind Dormitory A.

The dean was inclined to believe a good student. "What are you looking for? I’ll help you find it."

Mortir Quincy: "..."

He tugged at his sleeve. "My math paper."

The balconies at Jarton High were wide, and many students liked to do their howork out there, so it was normal for papers to fall off.

Hearing it was a math paper, the dean’s expression imdiately softened. "I’ll help you look for it."

Then she made a call, telling the other teachers on patrol to co and help with the search.

Five or six flashlights swept back and forth through the grove, scaring off all the other couples on dates, who quickly scattered.

When Zeke Zane received Mortir Quincy’s text, he was just about to get into bed. He froze for a mont but did as he was told and threw one of his math tests down.

The dean found a math test at the base of a tree and said kindly, "Mortir Quincy, is this it?"

Mortir Quincy took the test, glanced at it, and said, "Yes, it is. Thank you, teachers."

"Don’t ntion it. Hurry back to your dorm." The dean completely believed him now and escorted him out of the grove with her flashlight.

After leaving the grove, Mortir Quincy saw Holly Winslow huddled by the entrance to the boys’ dormitory, and he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

He walked over and teased, "Your escape skills are pretty impressive, honey."

Holly Winslow rubbed her nose guiltily and lifted her simple, pretty face to curry favor. "Moira, are you okay?"

"I’m not. I got twenty points deducted," Mortir Quincy said, pursing his lips and pretending to be upset.

Holly Winslow’s mouth fell open. "Ah," she gasped, tugging on the corner of his shirt and offering a weak attempt at consolation. "Well, at least I didn’t get points deducted. Otherwise, it would’ve been forty."

Mortir Quincy: "..."

He was so exasperated he laughed.

eting his dark gaze, Holly Winslow rubbed her nose again and decided to offer Mortir Quincy a little sothing sweet to console him. "I’ll let you kiss

when we get ho."

"Ten tis," Mortir Quincy said, suppressing the smile at the corners of his mouth.

Holly Winslow hesitated for a mont, then nodded.

The next day, Holly Winslow was worried that Gabe Chaucer would talk to Mortir Quincy, but he never did. He even praised Mortir during language class.

At noon, Gabe Chaucer called her over. He told her she’d won first place in the English speech competition and gave her a crystal pen holder as a prize.

She placed it on the desk between her and Mortir Quincy, securing it with double-sided tape. Then she put both her pens and Mortir’s pens inside and stuck a sticky note on it.

Study hard and make progress every day.

Mortir Quincy rested his head on his hand, looking at the ugly little pen holder and suddenly finding it quite pleasing to the eye. He reached into his desk, fumbled around for a mont, and pulled out an eraser to toss inside.

Zeke Zane: "..."

Pantheon: "..."

’Who would believe it? We’re being subjected to this public display of affection over a cheap-looking pen holder.’

...

In early March, the Rocket Class had its monthly class movie.

It took up the two self-study periods on Sunday evening. The movies the school showed were usually educational—the kind students hated watching the most—but that didn’t stop them from being happy about it.

Because it ant two free periods.

Gabe Chaucer used the multidia projector to put on the movie for them, set the volu to a dium level, and then warned, "Keep it down. No loud talking, or I’ll use these two periods to give a lecture instead." After saying his piece, he turned off the lights, left the classroom, and pulled the door shut.

Mortir Quincy took Holly Winslow’s hand, lacing their fingers together. Then, he scooted his chair closer to her.

Holly Winslow carefully scooted her chair a little closer to him as well until their shoulders were touching. She broke into a grin.

Just then, so rustling and whispers started up in the classroom. Pantheon lowered his voice and said, "Rook, wanna play a ga?"

"Sure," Paul Powell replied.

Then Pantheon asked Mortir Quincy too, but Mortir refused. "Not right now, I’m busy."

Hearing this, Pantheon didn’t press him.

With her hand held by Mortir Quincy, Holly Winslow couldn’t do much else, so she just focused on the movie, which was actually not bad.

Mortir Quincy wasn’t watching the movie; he was watching his girl. He would fiddle with Holly Winslow’s fingers from ti to ti, occasionally scratching her palm.

Holly Winslow shot him a glare, signaling for him to behave. But perhaps emboldened by the darkness of the classroom, that rascal Mortir, instead of backing off, leaned in and nipped her lip.

Just then, the classroom lights flicked on. At the sa ti, a boy in the corner of the front row played a prank, yelling, "Hahaha, scared ya, didn’t I?"

Holly Winslow’s first instinct was to push Mortir Quincy away.

Mortir Quincy lost his balance and started to fall backward. Holly Winslow quickly threw her arms around him to catch him, but she couldn’t hold on. With a CRASH, the two of them, chairs and all, tumbled to the floor.

Holly Winslow landed on Mortir Quincy’s chest, her mouth bumping against his lips.

Holly Winslow: "..."

Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. ’Not a bad perk.’

The whole class turned to look, letting out a collective "Whoa!" Pantheon’s jaw dropped. The shock was a little too much. "..."

’Juicy!’

A mont later, he started teasing them mischievously. "Mortir, Cousin, what are you two doing? There’s a whole audience here!" He burst out laughing.

Mortir Quincy shot him a look, and Pantheon imdiately shut his mouth.

Holly Winslow, her face beet red, got up and then pulled Mortir Quincy to his feet. She dusted off his back and whispered, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I’m fine."

Seeing his girl’s face was so red it looked like it could bleed, Mortir Quincy looked toward the boy in the front row, his tone turning cold. "Turn off the lights."

"Hahaha, don’t be mad, Mortir. I was just trying to liven things up." The boy in the front row turned the lights off again.

After that incident, Holly Winslow sat properly and watched the movie, not even letting Mortir Quincy hold her hand, terrified that sothing like that would happen again.

’At least it wasn’t Gabe Chaucer who turned on the lights.’