Reborn with My Genius Husband

Chapter 318 - 328: The Love History of Puppy Love

The news that the homeroom teacher of Class 1-5 had used her own money to buy snacks for her students spread like wildfire before evening study hall even started, making students from other classes green with envy.

A homeroom teacher who actually buys snacks for her students.

A few students boldly went to their own homeroom teachers to ask why they didn’t get any snacks. One of these teachers happened to be the dean of students, who was in charge of a class.

The dean of students looked at the student who had asked, pushed up his glasses, and said, "If you want snacks, then earn the ’Mobile Red Flag’ award for the class."

"Our class’s grades were originally better than Class 5’s, but our overall performance on this monthly exam was worse. Instead of figuring out why, you want snacks?"

At that, the students in his class didn’t dare to breathe a word.

They had, in fact, done poorly on the exam.

However, after the first period of evening study hall, the dean of students went out and bought two huge bags of snacks. The students were so excited they let out a few "ROARS."

The dean pushed up his glasses. "No eating during class. If I catch you, I’m calling your parents."

"For the next monthly exam, I want to see improvement. Otherwise, you’ll be copying all the classical Chinese poems and texts twenty times."

...

Holly Winslow, who had "forced" so many other teachers to spend money, felt a pang of guilt. Ahem. She was worried the dean of students would find her and tell her she shouldn’t be giving out snacks.

’Ahem. Back when I was a student, getting things like pens and notebooks was never as tempting as getting snacks,’ she thought.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

The dean of students asked her to step out of the office. He had something to discuss, but it wasn’t about the snacks. Instead, he wanted her to prepare a speech for the "Outstanding Class Collective" assembly next Monday.

Holly Winslow’s eyes widened slightly in astonishment. She never imagined she would be giving a speech on stage during her very first month as a homeroom teacher.

She quickly gave herself a small pep talk in her head. ’Not bad. Giving a speech on stage in my very first month.’

’You’re the best, Holly Winslow! When I get home, I’ll have my husband reward me with a hot pot dinner.’

And just like that, Mortimer Quincy, who was still at work, was scheduled to provide a hot pot dinner.

That evening, the living room lights were on, but no one was there. After changing his shoes, Mortimer Quincy glanced into the kitchen, but it was empty too. He called out habitually, "Honey, honey..."

Holly Winslow answered from the study, "I’m in the study, dear."

Mortimer Quincy entered the study while loosening his tie. He saw her writing something. "What are you writing?" As he spoke, he undid the top button of his shirt, fully revealing the masculine line of his Adam’s apple.

’Very sexy.’

"The history of my hard work."

Holly Winslow tilted her chin at him smugly, then shook her head in a show-offy way, looking absolutely delighted. "Honey, I have to give a speech next week. For the ’Outstanding Class Collective’ award!"

Her smug little expression was just too cute.

Mortimer Quincy let out a low chuckle, then sat down beside her. He habitually kissed her on the cheek and raised an eyebrow. "When are you going to write the story of our love?"

’The story of our love?’

’The story of our puppy love?’

Holly Winslow: "..."

She didn’t dwell on it. "I’d rather not get chased down and scolded by my students’ parents."

Mortimer Quincy didn’t say a word, but his hands provided the answer to what "the story of our love" meant.

The legendary act of making love.

Holly Winslow: "..."

She swatted his mischievous hands away and warned, "Quincy the Puppy, your paws are bothering me."

Then she pointed at the book. "Look, what’s this?"

"A book."

"Classmate Quincy, study hard and make progress every day. Be a positive and motivated youth."

She was using their shared history to tease him again. Mortimer Quincy: "..."

He was suddenly reminded of something Pantheon once said: The stupid things you did back then are the karma that comes back to bite you now.

He decided to flee the scene. Getting up, he said, "I’ll go make dinner."

Holly Winslow shook her head smugly, then shamelessly ordered him around, "The vegetables are already washed. Don’t add any chili peppers."

Hearing "no chili peppers," Mortimer Quincy knew her period had started. So much for their evening "couples workout."

...

Monday’s speech arrived. The summer this year was as hot as any in recent memory.

The dean of students spoke under the bright sun. "Next up is the speech from the outstanding teacher of the ’Mobile Red Flag’ class, Class 1-5. Please welcome Teacher Winslow to the stage to receive her award."

Holly Winslow was dressed in a white blouse and black trousers. She stood at the center of the podium with a microphone in hand, bowed, and said, "Good morning, school leaders, teachers, and students. I am the teacher giving this speech today—Holly Winslow, and I am also the homeroom teacher of Class 1-5."

"The reason I’m able to stand here and speak today is, first and foremost, thanks to that group of kids in my class. I thank them for working hard and giving me this opportunity. I hope that they, and all the students here today, will continue to work even harder in the future."

A burst of applause immediately came from Class 1-5. They were ecstatic. On stage, Holly Winslow couldn’t help but smile. ’This bunch of kids... so full of youth.’

She continued, "Secondly, I want to say something to all of you that other teachers have already said."

"You’re tired of hearing it, but I’m going to say it anyway."

"It’s the banner that hangs above the blackboard in the front of every classroom: ’Study hard and make progress every day.’"

"You’re all familiar with this phrase, both by sight and by sound. You could probably write it with your eyes closed."

"But have you truly lived up to it? Have you truly studied hard and made progress every day?"

"Have you paid attention in every class? Have you done your homework diligently after school? And have you truly given it your all?"

These questions, coming from the heart, silenced the students in the audience.

Among the students, Mortimer Quincy watched the radiant "Teacher Winslow" on stage, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.

’My wife is finally stepping into her own life,’ he thought.

’Time to make a baby.’

If Holly Winslow knew what he was thinking, she probably would have knocked him unconscious with the microphone right then and there.

On stage, the teacher continued under the blazing Summer sun, "Life is divided into many major and minor stages. Whether major or minor, every stage is interconnected. It’s like building a house. If the foundation is solid, it can withstand the wind and rain that follows."

"If the foundation isn’t solid, the house will teeter and eventually collapse. It’s easy to rebuild, but it’s difficult to rebuild in the middle of a storm."

"Right now is your time to lay that ’foundation’. If your foundation of knowledge isn’t solid, you will have to work much harder than others later on, and even then, you might not be able to catch up."

"I know you’re young now and don’t understand the realities of the real world, but I don’t want you to learn them only after experiencing them firsthand."

"Because by then, it will be too late. You will be filled with regret."

"Back when we were students, there was a popular saying: ’There’s no medicine for regret in this world.’"

"Students, work a little harder, take one more step forward, and become people who live without regrets..."

A few minutes later, Holly Winslow’s speech was over.

The principal led the applause. To be honest, in all his years, Holly Winslow was the first teacher he’d seen give a speech that started from the realities of the world outside of school.

Many teachers only knew how to analyze the mechanics of studying, but the effect was often poor because they didn’t make the students truly understand the importance of their education.

The dean of students took the microphone and raised a hand to quiet the noisy students, who were already itching to leave. "I want you all to go back and reflect deeply on Teacher Winslow’s words."

"Teacher Winslow is also a senior who graduated just a few years ahead of you. She scored over 730 on her college entrance exam, graduated from B University, won a scholarship every single year of college, and was named an Outstanding Student Representative upon graduation."

"I hope all of you learn from Teacher Winslow, who is also your Senior Winslow."