Academy's Undercover Professor Novel 353 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Roy questioned, his facial muscles projecting an aura of deep, unmitigated concern. I systematically engineered an immediate, artificial smile, deploying a defensive wall to shroud the chaotic nature of my internal calculations. "The situation is entirely managed," I fabricated smoothly. I shifted the display screen to reveal the call logging interface to his position—an operational maneuver safeguarded by the reality that I had long since codified his identity under the digital pseudonym of 'The Killer Professor.' "Look... my primary academic advisor has suddenly commanded an emergency review session. It appears the most optimal tactic is for my frame to secure an independent commercial tax

I couldn't afford for anyone else to find out about my failure, not until I verified directly from Professor Lorcan. Professor Lorcan Steele, the youngest male professor in the university, also called Professor Untouchable because of his infamous acts in the university, the same professor I have been trying to ace to get back at my cheating ex, Xavier Woods. The plan was to make Professor Untouchable want me, and Xavier could watch his idolized professor fall for the ex he tossed aside—that would burn more. Xavier had spent the night with another girl on our first anniversary while I waited for him like an idiot, prepared a candle lit dinner and even dressed up. He had humiliated me publicly

u quickly ran to the classroom, Kate waved at him, and he quickly ran over. "Why are you late today?" Kate asked curiously. Putting the book on the table, and opening it, Jenny breathed freely, and said in a low voice, "Yesterday at Daniel's mansion." Kate was taken aback, then reacted, “What?” He spoke too loudly, so the professor stopped the lecture and glanced at him with displeasure. Embarrassed to apologize to the professor, Kate tilted her head to glare at Jenny, all because he scared him. Jenny pouted, choking in the morning, finally asking for Kate's place.

It was odd to me that he was amused instead of worried or confused by Ryker's behavior. I sat down in my spot and watched as Ryker reached his hand out to shake Adam's. Weird. When Adam walked up to me, he looked like he may be dizzy. "What's wrong?" I asked trying to find out what I missed. "That guy is intense Iris. He asked me if I knew what the penalty was for theft on campus. I dont know what he is talking about. I haven't stolen anything. The economics professor chuckled as well. I feel like I was missing out on an inside joke." He said shrugging. I looked down at Professor Skinnle and noticed he was watching me. What is it with these male professors? When he started class Adam leaned

Professor Ashford promptly concluded, relocating back to the podium and desk set up to his right. "I'm fucked," Caleb grumbled, lugging his backpack over his shoulder. "Hopefully I'll see you both here Wednesday," Ashly said, insinuating either Caleb or Isa would drop the class by then. Before the three of them could exchange contact information or parting words, a sharp voice called out that almost put a stop to Isa's heart. "Isadora Blaire." The student turned her head towards the voice, making direct eye contact with her professor. He motioned for her with a slight tilt of his head.

“Let’s get this over with.” The group entered the warehouse, passing through a maze of corridors until they reached a heavy, reinforced door. Noah punched in a code, and the door slid open with a mechanical hiss, revealing a stark underground basement. The room was dimly lit, the concrete walls adding to the oppressive atmosphere. Hunter was led to a metal chair bolted to the floor in the center of the room. He glanced around nervously, his earlier bravado evaporating. Rhodes and the other men took their positions, ensuring there was no escape.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

he added quietly, “and I’ll let him come in and take a look. I mean it.” I shrank into the darkness beneath the desk, clamping both hands over my mouth. Above me, I heard Sarek casually lift the remote and deactivate the door lock. “Come in.” The door unlocked, and an eager, wide-eyed cat beastman student pushed it open. “I’m sorry to bother you, Professor… but I’m having trouble understanding this section of the terrain.” The student then opened his book. “Sure.” Sarek remained impassive, his left hand resting on the tabletop while his right hand dropped beneath it, covering my chest and giving it a vicious squeeze.

He said nothing, his throat tightening. Mark's smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes. "The academic world is a small one, Leonard. May I call you Leonard? People talk. They notice things. A professor showing... excessive interest in a particular student. Private meetings that extend far beyond office hours." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It would be a shame if such a promising academic career as Professor Weston's were to be... derailed by unfounded rumors. But then again, where there's smoke, there's often fire."