Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 93: Mortimer Quincy Says Persuading People to Divorc

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Mortir Quincy Says Persuading People to Divorce Invites Heavenly Retribution

’A five-star smooch? How about a five-star smack instead!’

Holly Winslow glared at him and said what she was thinking out loud, "How about I give you a five-star smack?"

Mortir Quincy: "..."

He glanced at Holly Winslow’s small fist and said softly, "A smack for a kiss. I can live with that."

Holly Winslow: "..."

...

Mortir Quincy was being too flagrant about his puppy love, and soone reported him to the Dean of Students. The dean then called Gabe Chaucer in for a talk.

"Teacher Chaucer, soone said Mortir Quincy is in a relationship. Are you aware of this?"

Gabe Chaucer let out an "Ah?" and lied through his teeth. "Mortir Quincy is dating soone? I don’t think so. That kid does nothing but study all day."

Puppy love would earn him a derit. Although it would eventually be removed from his record, it was still a black mark.

The Dean of Students wasn’t suspicious. He pushed up his glasses. "The report says Mortir Quincy admitted it himself. Teacher Chaucer, please go confirm it. They’re about to be seniors, so let’s try to avoid any trouble."

Gabe Chaucer nodded. "I understand. I’ll ask him about it."

He paused for a mont before adding, "This is most likely false. Aside from Holly Winslow, Mortir Quincy barely interacts with any other girls. Besides, his grades have always been very stable, and he’s been putting a lot of effort into his essays."

Mortir’s only weak point was his essays, so that was the only area where he could really improve his score.

At the thought of Mortir’s grades, the Dean of Students’ expression softened. "I imagine it’s false as well. Teacher Chaucer, just do a simple check. Don’t put any pressure on Mortir."

Gabe Chaucer breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly. "I understand."

After the Dean of Students left, Gabe Chaucer rubbed his temples, a headache brewing. When he recalled his previous conversation with Mortir Quincy, his head throbbed even more.

At noon, Gabe Chaucer called Holly Winslow out of the classroom. They went to a spot under the stairs where there weren’t many people.

Holly suddenly grew a little nervous. ’Has our relationship been exposed?’

Gabe Chaucer said, "Holly, do you know if your cousin is dating soone?"

Holly’s expression turned strange for a mont. ’Of course I know. Not only do I know, I’m the one he’s with.’

’...’

She touched the tip of her nose guiltily. ’That guy Mortir already announced it in front of the whole class. I can’t very well deny it now; that would just make things more obvious.’

"Mm."

Gabe Chaucer tried to find an opening with Holly. "You’re all about to be seniors. This is a crucial ti. I hope you all focus on your studies. It’s only for one more year. After this year passes, you’ll be free to do whatever you want."

"Could you help

talk to Mortir and persuade him to focus on his studies?"

Holly’s wide eyes were filled with guilt. "Okay."

’Before, my attitude was that if we got exposed, I’d just write a self-criticism essay. But now, I absolutely cannot let it get out.’

Gabe Chaucer thought Holly was such an obedient child, and his expression softened. "How have your studies been lately?"

"They’re okay, but I’m having a little trouble keeping up in math," Holly said.

"Don’t worry, take your ti. Your math is already quite good," Gabe Chaucer said encouragingly.

Just then, a noise ca from the stairs. Mortir Quincy and Zeke Zane were back, carrying a water cooler jug. Mortir glanced at the prim and proper Holly, then at Gabe Chaucer. "Teacher Chaucer, when do you have a mont? I wanted to ask you a question about a problem."

Zeke Zane: "..."

As soon as he heard the word "problem," Gabe Chaucer’s deanor turned amiable. "I have ti right now."

The group trickled back into the classroom. Mortir Quincy tore the seal off the water jug and installed it on the dispenser.

After returning to his seat, he glanced at Holly Winslow but didn’t ask anything, because Teacher Chaucer was already walking over.

This ti, Mortir Quincy asked about a difficult problem from a physics competition.

After about a twenty-minute explanation, Mortir reorganized his thoughts and wrote out the solution process under Gabe Chaucer’s watchful eye.

Gabe Chaucer nodded. "That’s how it’s done."

Once Gabe Chaucer had left the classroom, Mortir put down his pen and leaned closer to Holly, who was doing her chemistry howork. "What did Teacher Chaucer want to talk to you about?"

"He wanted

to persuade you not to get into a relationship." Holly’s pen wrote down a ’B’.

Mortir Quincy: "..."

He pointed a finger at her chemistry workbook. "You’re using hydrogen bonds to explain why water is more stable than hydrogen sulfide? Hydrogen bonds only determine a substance’s solubility and its lting and boiling points. The stability of a molecule has nothing to do with hydrogen bonds."

He raised his hand and lightly tapped Holly on the head. "Go review the material on hydrogen bonds."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She changed her answer, pulled out her chemistry textbook, and muttered softly, "We should be more careful from now on. And you shouldn’t talk about our relationship at school."

Mortir rested his chin in one hand, his eyes narrowed in a look of defiance. "We’re not in a puppy love relationship. We’re in an early marriage."

"Telling people to get a divorce is a sin that invites heavenly retribution."

Holly Winslow: "..."

She stared at her chemistry book, not looking up, and warned with a "Hmph, hmph," "If you don’t tone it down, I’m not sitting next to you when we change seats at midterms."

"I’ll just sit next to my wifey," Mortir said, lounging leisurely on his desk, completely unfazed by her threat.

Holly Winslow: "..."

「On Wednesday, the entire school had a big clean-up.」

Mortir found the classroom too dusty, so he took Holly downstairs to wait. Bored, the two of them started looking at the display board and suddenly noticed it had been updated. It was now a display about the sports et.

Mortir saw sothing and burst out laughing. "Hopper, you made it onto the display board."

The picture was that "enthusiastic" photo taken by one of the student photographers.

In the photo, the girl’s innocent face was split in a wide grin, her eyes curved into crescents. She was holding two round signs, the words on them clearly visible: *Go Mortir!* and *Mortir is the best!*

What made Mortir laugh was that her feet were off the ground, frozen in a pose just like a little frog hopping.

When Holly saw it: "..."

Mortir pulled out his phone, wanting to take a picture of it as a nto. Holly hurriedly grabbed his hand, exclaiming in a fit of embarrassnt and anger, "Don’t you dare take a picture! Don’t! If you take it, I’m breaking up with you!"

Mortir held his phone up high, dodging backward on his long legs. Seeing her puffed-up cheeks, he deliberately teased her, "Already got it. When we get married, I’ll have it printed as a poster and plaster it all over our house."

"And when we have kids, I’ll show it to them and say, ’Look, this is how your mom, like a little hopper frog, used to cheer for your dad.’"

Holly absolutely did not want her future children to see this dorky picture of her. She got on her tiptoes and jumped with all her might. "Mortir Quincy!! Delete it right now!"

"Nope." Mortir passed the phone from his left hand to his right.

At this point, all Holly wanted was to delete that photo. She threw her arms around Mortir, clinging to him with her arms and legs as she strained to grab the phone.

A certain softness pressed against Mortir’s chest. His body stiffened for a second, and Holly seized the opportunity to snatch the phone. She then slid off him, unlocked the phone, and started searching for the photo, only to find nothing.

She said angrily, "Quincy the Puppy, you were tricking !"

Mortir bent down and murmured into her ear, "Key knowledge point: I’m having a reaction."

Upon first hearing "key knowledge point," Holly’s initial reaction was to think of a math formula. But then she heard the second half of the sentence... "..."

A mischievous smile spread across her face. She took out her phone, pointed it at Mortir’s face, and started recording. "Sing ’Conquer’ right now, or I’ll expose you."

Mortir Quincy: "..."

’Damn it. She’s so infuriating she’s actually making

laugh.’

He looked into the phone’s cara and said, enunciating every syllable, "I... on... ly... sup... port... sing... ing... in... bed."