Reborn with My Geniu Chapter 96: A Husband Losing Points for His Wife Is Perfectl

Chapter 96: Chapter 96: A Husband Losing Points for His Wife Is Perfectly Reasonable

Eight in the morning.

Holly Winslow was sneezing as she washed her face. Hearing her from the living room, Wyatt Winslow walked over. "Caught a cold?"

Holly waved her hand. "Dad, I’m fine." The words were barely out of her mouth before she sneezed again.

Wyatt frowned. "I’m taking you to the hospital to get checked out."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Wyatt went to open it. Mortir Quincy stood at the entrance, holding a bag of dicine. The words "cold dicine" were faintly visible through the plastic.

Mortir said, "Uncle Winslow."

"Mm."

Wyatt stepped aside to let him in. Holly was in the living room now, and before she could even speak, she let out two consecutive sneezes. Mortir’s face was taut, his voice a bit stern. "Did you eat sothing cold?"

Every year around April or May, Holly was prone to catching a cold if she ate anything cold.

Holly touched her nose guiltily and shuffled her feet. "No."

"She had a popsicle." Wyatt looked from Holly to Mortir, his lips pressing into a thin line.

’He really hadn’t been paying enough attention to Holly.’

Holly: "..."

Mortir stared at Holly for a few seconds, then took out the dicine and pushed the pills from their blister pack. He got her a glass of water and handed everything to her. "If you can’t control yourself next ti, you can forget about eating anything frozen ever again."

Knowing she was in the wrong, Holly didn’t say a word and obediently took the dicine.

If Wyatt hadn’t been there, Mortir would have given his wife a couple of swats on the butt. "I’ll call you in sick for school. Go get so more sleep. I’ll help you catch up on lessons later."

After Mortir left, Holly let out a long sigh of relief. She then looked at Wyatt, who had been silent all this ti. "Dad, you can head to the factory now."

"I’m not going today," Wyatt said.

Afterward, Holly curled up on the sofa to read while Wyatt worked on so docunts nearby. He glanced at her from ti to ti. She had already stopped sneezing.

After a few minutes, he asked, "Why didn’t you ever say anything when you caught a cold from eating frozen things before?"

Holly’s gaze shifted from the classical Chinese text she was reading to Wyatt’s stern face. She chuckled sheepishly. "That was when I was at school. I’d just take so dicine and be fine."

Before she was married, she hadn’t even realized she was prone to catching colds from eating frozen things in April and May. Mortir was the one who noticed.

Looking at her fair little face, Wyatt felt another pang of guilt. ’What on earth had he been so busy with all those years that he didn’t even know when his own child was sick?’

"From now on, if you’re not feeling well, you tell . Don’t hide it."

Holly nodded repeatedly. "Okay, Dad. From now on, I’ll tell you everything."

...

Mortir’s relationship with his father-in-law had improved a little more. When it was ti for school on Sunday, Wyatt bought snacks not only for Holly but also a share for Mortir.

So now Holly had a double share of snacks, which she piled under Mortir’s desk.

The monthly summaries were due this week, and Mortir was in charge of collecting them. He got up, went to the podium, and wrote on the blackboard with a piece of chalk, "Monthly summaries due at 6:00."

When Pantheon saw this, he quickly put down his English howork, sounding frantic. "Zeke, hurry up and write your monthly summary!"

Mortir wasn’t as easygoing as the other class representatives. If he said 6:00, he ant 6:00. He wouldn’t say anything if you didn’t hand it in, but Gabe Chaucer would personally "have a talk" with you.

"I finished it ages ago." Zeke Zane smugly flashed his densely written summary at him.

Holly glanced at the two of them before quickly turning back to her test paper.

At 5:55, the students started handing in their monthly summaries to Mortir.

Holly rummaged through her schoolbag, then her desk drawer, and finally, Mortir’s schoolbag. "..."

’I think I left my monthly summary in the Peisheng classroom.’

She tugged on Mortir’s sleeve. He looked over. "Hm?"

Holly beckoned for him to lean down a little. Once he did, she whispered, trying to bargain, "Moira, can I hand it in half an hour late?"

The corners of Mortir’s eyes lifted. "You left it sowhere?"

When she nodded, he said aningfully, "Three."

’Kisses.’

Holly: "..."

She agreed.

With one minute to go until six, everyone in the class except Holly had handed in their summary. At that mont, Mortir went up to the podium and changed the "6:00" on the board to "7:00."

The whole class fell silent for a few seconds.

Pantheon let out a cry. "Mortir, what the hell? I didn’t even go to the bathroom because I was rushing to save ti, and now you’re changing the deadline?"

Mortir glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Got a problem? Keep it to yourself."

Pantheon: "..."

’The absolute tyranny of the class cadres!’

Feeling guilty, Holly started to rush through writing her monthly summary.

When Gabe Chaucer saw the "7:00" on the board for the monthly summary deadline, he didn’t think anything of it. "Get those monthly summaries in. Anyone who doesn’t turn it in by 7:00 will be invited to my office for tea."

The entire class: "..."

...

It’s true what they say: when it rains, it pours.

「After the second period on Monday, it was ti for the routine inspection.」

After lining up, Holly subconsciously glanced down at the school ID on her chest. "..."

The lanyard was there, but the ID card was gone.

She looked at the ground around her, but it wasn’t there. The inspection was about to start, so there was no ti to run off and look for it. She poked Mortir, who was standing in front of her, with her index finger.

Mortir turned to face her, instinctively lowering his head to ask, "What’s wrong?"

"My school ID fell off," Holly said, her face falling as she pointed to her chest.

This wouldn’t just cost her personal conduct points; it would also deduct points from the entire class. The class’s total score was a factor in the "Outstanding Class" competition.

Mortir glanced at her chest, then imdiately took off his own ID and hung it around her neck. He flipped the card to its blank side. "Don’t turn it over."

He was the one inspecting the Rocket Class, so as long as he kept quiet, there shouldn’t be a problem.

Holly shook her head. "No, you’ll get points deducted, too."

Mortir patted her head and raised an eyebrow. "I have a separate point total with the school, so it won’t affect the class score. Don’t worry."

He paused for a mont, then said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Rember the five-star kisses."

Holly was dying of nervousness, yet he still had the nerve to be thinking about "five-star kisses." "..."

The other students in the Rocket Class watched Mortir’s little act of cheating. Pantheon nudged Zeke Zane’s shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Zeke Zane shot him a look. ’He couldn’t imagine what this single guy had to be so happy about.’

The Dean of Discipline arrived at the Rocket Class, and Holly’s whole body tensed up.

Mortir held up his now-empty lanyard and said his ID had accidentally fallen off.

The dean pushed up her glasses and said amicably, "The quality of the IDs isn’t great this ti. Just get a replacent later."

She didn’t ntion deducting any points. With Mortir’s personal point total, he could probably climb over the school wall a hundred tis and still have points to spare.

Just then, an announcent ca over the PA system from the podium. "Holly Winslow of the Grade 11 Rocket Class, your school ID was found by one of the janitors. Please co up to the front to retrieve it."

Instantly, all eyes turned toward the Rocket Class’s section. The Dean of Discipline glanced at Holly, her gaze falling on the ID around her neck. She then looked over at Mortir, but said nothing.

Holly: "..."

’She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.’

Mortir, on the other hand, didn’t show the slightest hint of guilt at being caught. ’It was only fair and reasonable,’ he thought, ’for a husband’s points to cover for his wife.’

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, he went to the podium, retrieved the school ID, and returned to his spot. He threaded it onto his lanyard and hung it around his neck.

The Dean of Discipline stared at the girl’s school ID now hanging from his neck. "..."

She glanced at Gabe Chaucer, who coughed awkwardly.

The dean stood there for a mont before leaving.

On the way back to the classroom, Holly looked like a kid who had just gotten into trouble. She tugged on Mortir’s sleeve and mumbled, "Mortir, are we both going to get points deducted?"

’If the dean didn’t say anything, they wouldn’t lose points,’ Mortir thought. But he decided to tease her, putting on a sad expression. "I think so. We’ll probably have to write a self-criticism essay, too."

"Huh?"

Holly bit her lower lip and said guiltily, "Hubby, I can write the self-criticism for you."

"And does my dear wife know what kind of self-criticism we need to write?" Mortir asked, holding back a laugh.

"What kind?" Holly asked, playing along. She added, "Is it hard to write?"

Mortir raised an eyebrow. "Not hard. We just have to write a self-criticism about... ’every day’."