Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 319 - 329: I Am Your Teacher Winslow’s Husband

The entire school let out a collective "Wow!" At a place like B University, that might not be a big deal, but for high schoolers who struggled just to break 600, a score in the 730s was an astronomical figure.

Once they quieted down, the Dean of Discipline continued, "I’m sure all the students here have seen the photograph that’s been on display in the school’s exhibition case for years. He is our school’s former top science scholar with a perfect score—Mortimer Quincy."

"This time, we’ve invited your esteemed alumnus to be a role model for all of you."

Holly Winslow didn’t know Mortimer Quincy was coming. That rascal hadn’t said a single word about it. She glanced around and saw Mortimer Quincy walking up from below the stage, wearing a school uniform he’d dug up from who knows where.

’He looked so handsome, it wasn’t out of place at all. That guy is probably the type who won’t look old even after several decades.’

Mortimer Quincy glanced at her and gave a slight raise of his eyebrow before taking the microphone from the Dean of Discipline and stepping onto the stage. His handsome face and tall, straight posture instantly sent the school’s female students into a frenzy.

After all, many female students had developed secret crushes on Mortimer Quincy in their diaries because of that photo.

The reception was far more enthusiastic than when she had gone on stage. Holly Winslow grumbled to herself.

’This social butterfly is corrupting the future flowers of our nation.’

’When we get home, I’m going to make you kneel on a keyboard. An S-shaped one.’

The "social butterfly" took the microphone, his deep voice laced with a certain magnetism. "Hello, everyone. I’m Mortimer Quincy, your Teacher Winslow’s husband. Yes, the same Teacher Winslow who just gave a speech."

The Teacher Winslow who had just given a speech: ...

!!!!

’Has this rascal gone completely mad with his showboating? He was supposed to give a speech, not introduce himself as someone’s husband!’

’Ahem. But she was actually quite happy inside.’

Instantly, the crowd erupted into uncontrollable screams.

The Dean of Discipline and the Principal: ...

Flashbacks played in their minds.

The puppy love that blossomed right under their noses.

They looked at Holly Winslow, who awkwardly touched the tip of her nose as if to say it had nothing to do with her.

Thankfully, that rascal Mortimer Quincy was only improper at the beginning. Afterward, he behaved himself, and the words he spoke were identical to the draft Holly Winslow had written in the study.

’The rascal’s crime was blatant plagiarism.’

When the speech ended, Holly Winslow nudged the plagiarist with her hand and whispered, "Quincy the Puppy, you’re shameless. You plagiarized."

"Why should I be ashamed of plagiarizing my own wife?"

That rascal Mortimer Quincy replied nonchalantly. He leaned down slightly and added, "Honey, I don’t need my pride. I just need you."

’It’s over. I can’t win an argument against married-man-Mortimer Quincy anymore.’ Holly Winslow: ...

She subconsciously reached out and pinched his cheek—it was purely a habit. When she came back to her senses, she realized many students were watching them. ...

She awkwardly retracted her hand.

The students from her class gathered around, grinning as they called out, "Hello, Master Quincy!"

"Hello, Master Quincy!"

Teacher Winslow: ...

Mortimer Quincy was quite satisfied with the title "Master Quincy." He nodded. "Later, I’ll have your Teacher Winslow buy you all snacks."

"Thank you, Master Quincy!"

"Thank you, Master Quincy!"

"Master Quincy, were you and Teacher Winslow high school classmates?" Students love to gossip, and the boys were no exception.

Mortimer Quincy glanced at Holly Winslow beside him. "Mhm. We were deskmates."

Instantly, the students’ gossipy interest intensified. One of the boys, with who-knows-what going through his head, suddenly asked, "Master Quincy, were you two dating back in high school?"

Holly Winslow coughed, then secretly jabbed Mortimer Quincy with her elbow, signaling him to watch what he said and not set a bad example for the nation’s budding flowers.

’Their high school romance was inspiring, but dating that young was obviously not conducive to proper adolescent development.’

Mortimer Quincy raised his eyebrows and lied through his teeth. "No. I was the one pursuing your Teacher Winslow, but she wouldn’t accept me, so I had to keep chasing her all the way to college."

Holly Winslow: ...

She put on her teacher face and shooed away the gossiping students. "Class is about to start! Get back to your classrooms, quickly now!"

When their homeroom teacher put on a stern face, she still had some authority, and the students immediately scampered off.

Unsurprisingly, Mortimer Quincy received a few smacks as he met his wife’s wide, glaring eyes.

’So adorable.’

He felt an urge to kiss her.

’But he knew his limits. Ahem. Otherwise, when we get home, I’ll be sleeping in a separate room for a few days at the very least.’

’As for sleeping in separate rooms, his attitude was: To hell with that.’

"Teacher Winslow, your speech today was wonderful."

Pleased by the compliment, Holly Winslow immediately brightened up. She grinned and whispered, "Quincy the Rogue wasn’t half bad either."

...

Holly Winslow began her diligent career in education, while Mortimer Quincy started down his path as a "cunning businessman." The two of them worked hard, each striving in their own respective fields.

Ahem. They "strived" during the day, and they also "strived" at night.

「Summer gave way to autumn, autumn to winter, and winter gave way to spring.」

Two and a half years passed in a flash. The class Holly Winslow was in charge of had entered the final sprint of their senior year.

All the seniors and their teachers were giving their all for the college entrance exams.

While Holly Winslow was in her office, racing against the clock to grade student homework, she received a call from Anna Willow. "Holly, Zeke Zane is driving me crazy! He’s hiding a secret stash of money! And do you know where he hid it? In a wine box!"

"I’m so mad, I’m just so mad! Holly, I’m coming to stay at your place tonight."

Hearing the words "wine box," Holly Winslow was speechless. ...

’Do all men like to hide money in wine boxes? Who gave them the nerve?’

She recalled that her own husband had hidden money there before and snorted internally. She quickly tried to comfort her friend. "Okay, okay, Anna, don’t be angry."

Anna Willow and Zeke Zane were the last among their friends to get married, having tied the knot just last year.

As a result, Pantheon and the others teasingly called them the "babies of the group."

Meanwhile, Zeke Zane, having been caught red-handed by his wife, called Mortimer Quincy. "Mortimer, it’s over, it’s over! She found my secret stash! Mortimer, my wife is heading to your place! Quick, get your cousin to help me calm her down!"

This all started a few days ago. The guys from their old dorm had a get-together. Since they were all married now, the conversation naturally turned to a certain topic: the secret stash.

As everyone was discussing the safest hiding spots, Mortimer Quincy, lounging lazily in his chair, suddenly piped up, "A wine box. I hid mine there for years without ever being discovered."

Everyone was shocked that he would have a secret stash too, but remembering how strictly his "cousin" managed him, they believed it.

’If Scholar Quincy could hide it for years without getting caught, then they probably wouldn’t get caught either.’

So they all secretly went home, ready to try it out.

’Finally, revenge.’ Mortimer Quincy said nonchalantly, "Serves you right." Then he ruthlessly hung up the phone.

Listening to the mechanical DIAL TONE from the other end of the line, Zeke Zane was speechless. ...

’Serves me right?’

’Fuck.’

’Who was the one who told us to hide it in a wine box?!’

’Is Mortimer Quincy really this much of an asshole now?’

’Such an asshole he doesn’t have a shred of humanity left.’

He was in disbelief, but this wasn’t the time to be standing around in disbelief. His wife was about to leave him.

’I’m about to lose both my wife and my money.’

That evening, Mortimer Quincy very tactfully and willingly gave up the bed to the two best friends, Anna Willow and Holly Winslow.

Anna Willow hugged Holly Winslow. "Holly, your handsome cousin is so nice! He didn’t even say a word about me taking over his bed and just readily let me sleep with you."

Holly Winslow couldn’t help but chuckle, saying half-jokingly, "Oh, he can be a real devil."

Anna Willow didn’t believe her. "Well, he’s way better than Zeke Zane, anyway."

"Zeke Zane actually dared to hide a secret stash, and in such an obvious place like a wine box! I swear, his head must’ve gotten caught in a door."

"A thousand a month is clearly too much allowance. Next month, I’m docking it by five hundred."

She then sighed and added, "Your handsome cousin is still the best. He would never hide a secret stash."