In just one afternoon, all of Mortimer Quincy and Holly Winslow's university certificates and grades were dug up and posted online.
Netizens were completely convinced. Anyone who had wanted to call them try-hard geniuses couldn't possibly tell such blatant lies when faced with that mountain of certificates.
Holly looked at the news on her phone. They had even dug up her middle school photos, her embarrassing grades, and even the mortifying story of her failing to long jump more than 0.8 meters in gym class.
"…"
Someone commented below: I think I need a genius boyfriend to save my GPA.
A lot of people agreed.
She huffed. 'Ignorant netizens.' She turned to Mortimer, who was happily scrolling beside her, and muttered defensively, "Quincy the Puppy, I didn't rely on you at all."
"Of course you didn't." Mortimer patted her head reassuringly.
Holly's hard work really didn't have much to do with him. He knew better than anyone how much effort she had put in.
