Pantheon: "..."
He coughed violently, clearly thunderstruck by what Mortir Quincy had just said.
But his first reaction wasn’t about cousins becoming a couple. It was that Mortir Quincy actually had a girlfriend!
He actually had a girlfriend!
The news was unbelievable.
His jaw dropped, and he blurted out his thoughts, "Mortir Quincy, you actually have a girlfriend."
While they were talking, their characters in the ga had already been killed.
The screen displayed "GA OVER."
Mortir Quincy’s eyes narrowed slightly as he tugged at the collar of his black mock-neck sweater. "Why can’t I have a girlfriend? Explain yourself."
In his past life, they had the sa ghost-like expression when they found out he had a girlfriend.
’Why can’t I have a girlfriend?’ he wondered.
Enduring Mortir’s murderous glare, Pantheon said timidly, "I just think with your personality, you’re destined to be a bachelor for life." As soon as he finished, he ducked behind Zeke Zane.
He was telling the truth, the absolute truth.
Mortir Quincy had always given girls the cold, "don’t-bother-" treatnt.
Okay, that might be a slight exaggeration, but not by much.
As a friend, it was barely tolerable. As a boyfriend, he was completely unsuitable.
He gave Holly Winslow a look that scread, ’What were you thinking?’
Finally, soone who saw things her way. Holly Winslow couldn’t stop laughing, but she imdiately composed herself when she t Mortir Quincy’s gaze.
She reached out and poked his arm, offering a small bit of comfort. "You get good grades." After saying that, she couldn’t help but chuckle again.
’So I’m not the only one who thought Mortir Quincy would be a bachelor for life.’
Her one sentence had unintentionally hurt two people.
Pantheon: "..."
Zeke Zane: "..."
Pantheon clutched his chest and said mournfully, "Sis-in-law, your words have wounded ."
Hearing the term "Sis-in-law," Holly Winslow coughed sharply a few tis. She then raised her wrist to check her watch. It was five minutes until the results would be posted. "We should go."
Mortir Quincy, barely placated, picked up the pink backpack and slung it over his shoulder. He shot Pantheon a sidelong glance. "Keep your mouth shut."
Pantheon nodded hurriedly, raising a hand to swear, "Don’t worry, Boss Quincy, I won’t tell a soul. Is the all-nighter on Sunday still on?"
"It’s on."
Mortir Quincy watched Holly Winslow wrap her scarf properly, then roll down her sleeves, looking as obedient as a grade schooler.
Once she was ready, he took his little grade schooler by the hand and led her out of the internet cafe.
Pantheon walked behind with an arm around Zeke Zane’s shoulders, giving him a look that said, ’So friend you are.’ "Zeke Zane, how could you hide sothing as earth-shattering as Mortir Quincy having a girlfriend from ? Not cool, man. I almost called our sis-in-law ’wifey’ just now."
"If I’d actually said it, Mortir Quincy would have strangled on the spot."
Zeke Zane gave him a look that said, ’As long as you realize it.’ "You’re the idiot."
", an idiot? I thought they were cousins. Who would think cousins are dating?"
Pantheon was a little dejected. Then, he clicked his tongue a few tis. "TSK TSK TSK," he said with an expression of feigned fear. "Passing off your girlfriend as your cousin... I wouldn’t even dare to think of sothing like that. If my mom found out, she’d break my legs."
Zeke Zane pushed him away, saying disdainfully, "Why don’t you get a girlfriend first before you talk."
Pantheon took critical damage. "..."
"Zeke Zane! You don’t have a girlfriend either!"
"My grades are better than yours."
Zeke Zane had been taking 10,000-point critical hits from Mortir Quincy lately, so Pantheon’s words only dealt 0.1 points of damage to him.
At the ntion of grades, Pantheon took a 10,000-point critical hit. "Zeke Zane, you just wait! I’ll definitely score better than you on the final exams."
Zeke Zane was completely unfazed by the threat. "With your crappy English? Not even in your next life."
Pantheon: "..."
After losing face to both Mortir Quincy and Zeke Zane, he turned his attention to the well-behaved Holly Winslow. He hurried to catch up. "Sis-in-law..." ’How are your grades?’
Before he could finish, Mortir Quincy cut him off, rcilessly landing another critical hit. "Don’t even think about it. Your sis-in-law got a perfect score in English. 150."
Pantheon: "..."
’You guys are savage.’
Then it dawned on him, and his eyes filled with admiration. "Sis-in-law, you got a perfect score in English? That’s amazing! You gotta carry ! In gas too!"
Holly Winslow grew flustered from him calling her "Sis-in-law" over and over. She touched the tip of her nose. "Okay."
"Sis-in-law, you’re the best! What do you want to drink? My treat." Pantheon had finally found a normal person.
Holly Winslow quickly waved her hands. "I don’t want anything. And please don’t call Sis-in-law. You can call Holly Winslow."
"Sis-in-law, how about I call you Holly, then? It’s more familiar..."
Before Pantheon could finish, Mortir Quincy pushed him away. He then pulled Holly Winslow close, saying unhappily, "Stay away from my girlfriend."
Pantheon: "..."
He wanted to roll his eyes so hard.
...
They took their seats in the sa order as for the exam. The test papers were already on the desks. Holly Winslow had scored an eighty-nine, just one point shy of a passing grade.
’That’s much better than I expected.’
At that mont, the teacher on the stage announced, "The results of the math competition are out. I would now like to congratulate the top three winners."
"First place goes to student Mortir Quincy, with a perfect score of 150 and a prize of 500 yuan. Second place goes to Pantheon, with 139 points and a prize of 300 yuan. Third place is Zeke Zane, with 136 points and a prize of 100 yuan. Will the three winners please co to the stage to receive your awards?"
Aside from the teachers from Jarton High, who were delighted, the other teachers weren’t too happy. Although they had expected this outco, it was still quite demoralizing.
Holly Winslow hadn’t expected Pantheon’s math score to be so high. ’It’s true what they say,’ she thought. ’People who hang out with brainiacs are brainiacs themselves.’
Mortir Quincy stood up. As he passed Holly Winslow, he paused to glance at her test paper. ’Eighty-nine. Not bad at all,’ he thought. ’A few points higher than I expected.’
The teachers presented the three with their awards. After receiving their certificates and trophies, they posed for individual photos, followed by a final group photo with all the teachers.
Holly Winslow saw Mortir Quincy say a few words to the student with the cara, then wave her over.
Instantly, every student in the exam hall turned to look at her.
Holly Winslow hesitated for a mont before standing up and walking over. She looked up at him and whispered, "What is it?"
Mortir Quincy handed her the trophy, then put an arm around her shoulders and turned her toward the cara. In a voice only the two of them could hear, he said, "Co on, let your hubby present you with an award. Wifey did a great job on her test this ti."
Before Holly Winslow could react, the student with the cara had already snapped several photos of them.
Mortir Quincy exchanged numbers with the student, telling him to get in touch once the photos were developed.
Holly Winslow boarded the Jarton Second High chartered bus, holding the trophy "awarded" to her by Scholar Quincy. She sat by the window and looked out at Mortir Quincy, who hadn’t left yet. He was looking back at her, the sunlight casting a yellowish glow on his short, layered hair.
She breathed onto the windowpane and drew a heart. Then, she took out her phone and sent Mortir Quincy a ssage: "Hubby, a little heart for you."
Mortir Quincy replied quickly: "Wifey, look up."
Holly Winslow looked up and saw Mortir Quincy holding his phone, pointing it in her direction.
After the bus left, Mortir Quincy zood in on the photo on his phone. The girl had a little heart over her adorably dazed face. ’She’s so damn cute,’ he thought.
He couldn’t help but let out a few low chuckles before setting the picture as his phone’s wallpaper.
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