Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 307 - 317: The Student in an Early Romance Became a Teacher

The class bell rang.

Students are terrified of teachers, to say nothing of the principal and the dean of students. They all sat ramrod straight, not daring to so much as shift in their seats, terrified of suddenly attracting the "attention" of the faculty present.

Seeing the students were even more nervous than she was, Holly Winslow couldn’t help but laugh to herself. She then stood confidently at the lectern and began the lesson. "Class, last time, Mr. Langdon went over the criteria for determining if lines and planes are parallel."

"Would any student like to stand and review the criteria for determining if two planes are parallel?"

This class’s academic performance was quite good, and several students raised their hands. She called on a girl in the front row.

The girl answered, "If two intersecting lines on one plane are both parallel to another plane, then the two planes are parallel."

"Correct. If two intersecting lines on one plane are parallel to another plane, you can prove the two planes are parallel. This type of problem isn’t difficult. When dealing with two planes, the main thing to check is whether they have any common points."

"Today, we’ll continue from Mr. Langdon’s last lesson and talk about the properties of a line parallel to a plane."

Holly Winslow picked up a piece of chalk and wrote "Properties of a Line Parallel to a Plane" on the blackboard. As she wrote the first letter, her state of mind seemed to shift.

’Suddenly, the ’Outstanding Teacher’ award didn’t seem so important. What mattered was that she had tried her best. She had tried, and the result was no longer important.’

She spoke as she wrote, "If a line is parallel to a plane, then the line of intersection of any plane containing that line and the given plane is parallel to the given line..."

For a new teacher to conduct a class so naturally was unexpected for the principal and the others, yet it also felt perfectly reasonable. How could someone who scored over seven hundred on her exams back in the day be anything but capable? Plus, she had a husband who’d gotten a perfect score. She couldn’t possibly be bad.

After class, the board was filled with neat handwriting. The principal found it vaguely familiar, like Mortimer Quincy’s.

The dean of students couldn’t help but praise her. "Her blackboard penmanship is excellent. We have someone for the blackboard newspaper now."

"Dean, Mortimer Quincy might come looking to ’have a meal’ with you," Gabe Chaucer teased with a smile, unable to hide the pride in his expression.

Holly Winslow was his student, in a way, so he was naturally pleased that she was being praised.

The principal and the other teachers shared a knowing smile, each of them marveling inwardly at how the students who dated in high school had now become teachers themselves.

Truly inspirational.

After they left, Gabe Chaucer spoke to Holly Winslow, mainly to ease her nerves. "No major issues. You did very well. The principal and the dean both gave you high scores."

Holly Winslow breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully, "Thank you, Teacher Chaucer."

"Nothing to thank me for. If you’re free next period, come sit in on my class." Gabe Chaucer was intentionally taking her under his wing—ahem, he had been asked a favor by his star pupil.

Holly Winslow was of course willing. Gabe Chaucer had nearly twenty years of teaching experience and had mentored countless outstanding students; he was bound to have his own areas of excellence.

She nodded. "Okay."

This wasn’t Holly Winslow’s first time observing Gabe Chaucer’s class. Before the bell rang, some students slipped her a few small snacks.

She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Since she didn’t have a bag with her, she could only place them under her book.

During class, a boy at a desk behind her was secretly playing on his phone. Holly Winslow glanced at him a few times, and when Gabe Chaucer’s back was turned, she reached out, tapped the boy, and mouthed, "Pay attention."

The boy’s face instantly turned red. He hurriedly shoved the phone into his desk drawer and started paying attention to the lecture.

The corners of Holly Winslow’s lips couldn’t help but curve upward as she went back to diligently taking notes.

The results of the evaluation came out at noon. Holly Winslow had passed. ’She was so lucky in this lifetime.’

’In her past life, she hadn’t even passed her first evaluation. It took her until the third try.’

’Her performance had been abysmal back then. If it weren’t for the Quincy Family’s influence, the school probably would have let her go.’

’She couldn’t make comparisons. The moment she did, her past life seemed just too pathetic.’

Another new male teacher had also passed. Holly Winslow knew him; he was the male math teacher who had been observing classes with her.

The two of them occasionally exchanged a sentence or two, but they had never had a real conversation. So, when he asked her to dinner after work, she was taken aback for a moment.

Then, without a second thought, she refused. "No, thank you. My husband is already waiting for me at the gate."

Milton Sawyer was taken aback to hear she had a husband. He hadn’t expected someone so young to be married already.

He thought for a moment, assuming she was just making an excuse, and said with a smile, "Let’s go together. Think of it as a celebration. I’m not from around here and don’t know many people."

Holly Winslow waved her hands. "Really, there’s no need."

’My husband is the king of jealousy.’

Milton Sawyer insisted on treating her, so she, left with no other choice, decided to let her husband deal with him.

Worthy of being Mortimer Quincy’s wife, she had predicted his reaction perfectly. When Mortimer Quincy heard that Milton Sawyer wanted to treat them to dinner, his expression didn’t change, but the look in his eyes turned foul.

He shot a cool glance at this "character" who had popped out of nowhere and said, "All right. You don’t have a car, do you? Ride with us."

Holly Winslow: "..."

Milton Sawyer felt a bit awkward. He hadn’t expected that Holly Winslow really did have a husband. He wanted to leave, but now it was difficult to do so.

After getting in the car, Mortimer Quincy suddenly asked, "Honey, how did your evaluation go today?"

Holly Winslow: "..."

’She had clearly already told him.’

"I passed."

A moment later, Mortimer Quincy spoke again. "Honey, could you help me with my seatbelt? It’s a bit tight."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’Is it squeezing your heart, you mean?’

She reached over and adjusted it for him, giving him a quick pinch where no one could see to signal that he should tone it down a bit.

’He didn’t even want to go but still agreed. Always getting jealous over nothing.’

The hot pot restaurant was Holly Winslow’s usual favorite. The moment they arrived, Mortimer Quincy ordered more than twenty dishes. Holly Winslow quickly stopped him. "We can’t eat all that."

"So what if we can’t finish it?"

After saying this, Mortimer Quincy turned to Milton Sawyer and added magnanimously, "Don’t worry about paying. It’s my treat. You teachers don’t make much of a salary."

Holly Winslow: "..."

’So that’s what this was all about.’

Milton Sawyer couldn’t take it anymore. After a few seconds, he stood up and said, "Teacher Winslow, I actually have something to take care of, so I’ll be leaving now. I’ll treat you both next time."

Once he was gone, Mortimer Quincy let out a soft "Heh." The next second, he met his wife’s death glare, and he went: "..."

He rubbed the tip of his nose. "Let’s get this to go."

Holly Winslow snorted, took out her phone, and first called Brooke Jarvis and the others, then called Wyatt Winslow.

Even with five people eating, they couldn’t finish it all. In the end, they packed up the leftovers and went home.

When they got home, they found the house was full of new baby things. Holly Winslow saw the assembled pink baby carriage in the living room: "..."

She looked at Wyatt Winslow, who lied with a straight face, "It was on sale."

Holly Winslow shot a death glare at the main culprit—Scholar Quincy. Scholar Quincy rubbed the tip of his nose. "Dad, how much was it? I’ll transfer you the money."

Wyatt Winslow sat on the sofa. "No need. It was just a few dozen yuan."

Holly Winslow and Mortimer Quincy: "..."

Holly Winslow kicked Mortimer Quincy, telling him to put all this stuff away in the storage room. The moment the two of them entered it: "..."

Baby toys and everything else had all been bought.

Mortimer Quincy put down the baby crib, looked at Holly Winslow, and said with a grin, "Honey, should we have one?"

"Have one, my foot!" Holly Winslow knew he was all talk; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so diligent about wearing *that thing* every day.

She looked at all the things in the room, most of which were pink, and suddenly blurted out, "I guess it’s time we had a Little Sister Quincy."