Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 89: My Wife is So Ambitious

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: My Wife is So Ambitious

Holly Winslow tucked away her textbook for morizing classical Chinese, got up, and dusted off her pants. "Hehe," she said, playing along. "My hubby is so impressive, daring to lecture a teacher... just be careful you don’t trip up."

Mortir Quincy bent down, picked up the lunchbox, and casually slung an arm around her shoulders. In a deep, magnetic voice, he said, "A man finds strength for his wife. It’s a battle I must fight."

Holly Winslow burst out laughing. She poked him in the waist and chided, "Mortir Quincy, you’re really sothing else."

"Call

hubby," Mortir Quincy said, raising an eyebrow.

"Make ."

Holly Winslow wriggled free, grinned, and ran off. Mortir Quincy chased after her with long strides.

Back in the classroom, Mortir Quincy went over the translation of "Discourse on Teachers" with Holly Winslow. Then, he pulled five hundred yuan from his pocket. "If my wifey morizes ’Discourse on Teachers’ before evening self-study, this money is hers."

He let out a low chuckle and added, "So, wifey? Feeling motivated?"

Holly Winslow’s eyes lit up as she stared at the five hundred yuan. "For real?"

Seeing this greedy little look on her face, Mortir Quincy couldn’t help but reach out and pinch her cheek. "When has your hubby ever lied to you?"

He reached out and tucked the money into her pocket.

"Better get morizing. If you don’t finish, your hubby will have to ’punish’ you."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She picked up her Chinese textbook and started morizing. Spurred on by the money, she quickly learned "Discourse on Teachers" by heart.

After closing the book, she shook her head smugly and declared, "Quincy the Moneybags, listen up."

Hearing the three words "Quincy the Moneybags," the pen in Mortir Quincy’s hand paused. He let out a laugh. "Alright, Quincy the Moneybags is listening."

Holly Winslow recited "Discourse on Teachers" without a single pause, finishing quickly.

Mortir Quincy quizzed her on a few random lines, and she answered them all perfectly. He raised an eyebrow knowingly. ’Money really makes the world—and my wifey—go round.’

"As a reward, Quincy the Moneybags will give you a kiss."

Holly Winslow: "..."

...

During evening self-study, Gabe Chaucer announced that the entire school would have a physical examination the next day.

It was a once-a-sester event.

So classes would have their exams in the morning, and the rest in the afternoon.

The next day, after lunch, Gabe Chaucer led the entire class to the music room, where the examination was being held.

Gabe Chaucer handed each of them a physical examination form and let them go through the stations on their own.

Holly Winslow scanned the room and found the station with the shortest line: the lung capacity test. Mortir Quincy, of course, was right behind her. He watched as she puffed out her cheeks, gathering all her might to blow.

He stared at her, thoroughly amused.

Holly Winslow blew with all her might.

1800.

Mortir Quincy couldn’t hold back a low chuckle.

Holly Winslow’s feminine pride took a hit from the score of 1800. "..."

The girl’s little expression was adorable. The young nurse smiled. "Sweetie, take a deep breath and blow a little more slowly."

Holly Winslow nodded and started her second attempt. She took a huge breath and blew hard into the mouthpiece. The number climbed past 1800 and stopped at 1926.

Mortir Quincy laughed out loud again, his shoulders shaking with the effort.

Holly Winslow shot him a glare and then pinched him. "You’re so great! You try it."

Mortir Quincy raised an eyebrow. After the nurse changed the mouthpiece, he bent down. Compared to Holly Winslow’s straining, he looked far more relaxed.

First try: 4800.

Second try: 5200.

Holly Winslow: "..."

The two of them handed their forms to the young nurse to be filled out, then left. Mortir Quincy bent down to look at the sullen Holly Winslow and said suggestively, "I have a thod to improve that, you know. Want to try it?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

Of course she understood what he ant. She pouted and retorted sharply, "Don’t you get too smug. Rember that first ti... Hmph."

She left the rest unsaid.

Mortir Quincy instantly knew she was talking about their first ti. "..."

’I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life proving my manly dignity all over again,’ he thought.

After that, the two went to get their height, weight, and chest circumference asured.

Mortir Quincy went first. Height: 181cm. Weight: 66kg. Chest circumference: 86cm. A fairly standard build.

Seeing the attendant asure his chest, Holly Winslow thought of sothing, glanced down at her own chest, and fell silent. "..."

When Mortir Quincy was done, she waved a hand at him, shooing him away.

Holly Winslow. Height: 165cm. Weight: 48kg. Chest circumference: 82cm.

Seeing her chest asurent, Holly Winslow fell silent. "..."

Afterwards, she clutched her examination form to her chest, refusing to let Mortir Quincy see it. That rascal was uncharacteristically prim and proper, and surprisingly, he didn’t try to peek.

She quickly found out why. It was Mortir Quincy’s job to collect the examination forms.

Looking at Mortir Quincy’s outstretched hand, Holly Winslow was speechless. "..."

’So devious!’

She reluctantly handed over her form, then kept her head down, pretending to do her howork.

Mortir Quincy took the form and his eyes went straight to the chest circumference entry. 82cm. He raised an eyebrow.

’No wonder she didn’t want him to see.’

After collecting all the forms from the class and handing them to Gabe Chaucer, Mortir Quincy returned to his seat. He looked at his "wifey," who was hiding like a turtle in its shell, raised an eyebrow, and said in a aningful tone, "Wifey, should I ask Mom to stew so pig’s feet for you? You know, to help you... develop?"

The ntion of "pig’s feet" infuriated Holly Winslow. She glared at him. "What do you know? Haven’t you ever heard the saying? ’It is the flat-chested who are destined to conquer the world.’"

"Ohhh~"

Mortir Quincy drew out the sound, unable to hide the laughter in his eyes. He repeated, "It is the *flat*-chested who are destined to conquer the world, is it~" putting special emphasis on the word "flat."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She couldn’t take this guy anymore. She raised her hand and called out, "Teacher Chaucer, Mortir Quincy has sothing for you."

The whole class looked over. Gabe Chaucer nodded to show he’d heard.

Mortir Quincy: "..."

Gabe Chaucer walked down the aisle toward them.

Mortir Quincy pulled out a physics test, pointed to one of the long-form problems, and said with a perfectly natural expression, "Teacher Chaucer, I don’t get this question."

Gabe Chaucer had taught physics for several years before switching to Chinese when the school had a shortage of Chinese teachers.

This was the first ti Mortir Quincy had ever asked him a question. Gabe Chaucer felt a sliver of a teacher’s pride and said amiably, "Let

explain it to you."

Pantheon was curious to see a problem that Mortir Quincy couldn’t solve. He craned his neck to get a look and then stared in disbelief. "You don’t get this one? But you were just..."

He had just explained it to Holly Winslow two or three tis yesterday.

Gabe Chaucer found Pantheon’s attitude inappropriate. Even good students had questions they couldn’t answer sotis. He chided him gently, "Sit down properly. No talking during self-study."

Pantheon: "..."

Gabe Chaucer leaned on Mortir Quincy’s desk and explained the problem to him with great earnestness. When he finished, he asked, "Did you get it? If not, I can go over it again."

He added with a kind smile, and, taking Mortir Quincy’s potential embarrassnt into account, he tried to comfort him. "Don’t be shy about it. It’s perfectly normal to get stuck on a problem occasionally. It even happens to teachers."

Mortir Quincy nodded. "Thank you, Teacher Chaucer. I get it now."

Gabe Chaucer felt a sense of satisfaction. "As long as you understand. Next ti you run into a problem you can’t solve, just co find a teacher."

He watched Mortir Quincy work on the problem for a mont before leaving the classroom.

Once Gabe Chaucer had left the room, Pantheon piped up from behind them, "Mortir, are you possessed or sothing?"

Holly Winslow, feeling vindicated, chid in with a nod. "He is. He’s totally possessed." After saying her piece, she let out a "hehe" laugh.

Being "scolded" by his wifey, Mortir Quincy was left speechless. "..."

He glanced at Holly Winslow, then let his gaze sweep over to Pantheon. With a look of disdain, he said, "This is the kind of fun couples have. Sothing a single guy like you could never understand."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Pantheon: "..."

Zeke Zane: "..."