Novel & Cerita Academy's Undercover Professor

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."

“But I thought you should be aware. We’ve been instructed to keep the situation under wraps while the investigation continues, but I couldn’t, in good conscience, not warn you.” “I understand,” Ava murmured, her throat dry. “Thank you, Professor.” She ended the call, but her hands remained clenched around the phone. Tampered records? A high-profile academic break-in? Nothing in her Harvard file had ever been remarkable. She’d been a diligent student—quiet, consistent. She painted, took studio electives, and studied late into the night. The only hiccup had been when she was nearly forced to drop out by Margareth Laurent and Kirill Volkov. Even then, she hadn’t raised her voice. She just finis

sagot nitokunwari hindi niya alam ang sagot. The man smiled under the hood. “We at least expected this kind of security of the famous academy.” “Do you expect me to just sit back knowing an unknown danger might harm my students?” suddenly there were no emotions visible on Professor James’s face as his voice sounded cold and vicious. In just a blink on eye the mood change.

"Which is why I needed to get out of his shadow for a while. Hence, transfer." "Makes sense." The professor walked in—Dr. Chen, an older wolf with gray streaking her black hair and a no-nonsense attitude. She started taking attendance, outlining the syllabus for the semester. Cole leaned over, whispered, "So what's the deal with this class? Hard? Easy? Somewhere in between?" "Depends on how much you like political theory." "Not even a little bit." He grinned. "But I'm good at faking interest. It's a skill."

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

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

“We might end up in court. The man’s been nosing into our process and accusing us of breach of contract. But we’ve followed everything to the letter. The issue is, he’s unpredictable, and he’s got money to throw around.” I frowned. “What’s his name?” The professor hesitated a second, then said, “Richard Alcroft.” Kaiden blinked. “That sounds familiar.” The professor tilted his head. “You’ve heard of him?” “I think so,” Kaiden said. “I might’ve met someone who worked with him before. I’ll ask around.” “He’s known for being... underhanded,” the professor muttered. “His reputation’s not exactly glowing. We shouldn’t have taken the project, honestly.”

When the final class of the week ended, I stuffed my laptop in my bag and made for the door, but his voice stopped me. “Miss Mercer,” he said. Calm. Controlled. Too controlled. My stomach sank. “Yes, Professor?” “Stay behind for a moment. Please.” Students brushed past me, whispering as they left. The door shut, and silence fell. He stood near the desk, hands in his pockets, eyes unreadable. “You’ve been avoiding me.” I forced a laugh. “I’ve been busy.” “Busy pretending last weekend didn’t happen?” His tone wasn’t harsh, just measured, the way he got when he was thinking too much.

Academic opportunities could not. “When do we leave?” “One hour. Station.” I packed fast and reached the station with coffee in one hand and my laptop bag on my shoulder. Professor Reed was already there. Dark wool coat, pale shirt, wind-touched hair, leather briefcase. He looked less like an external reviewer and more like a university brochure designed to ruin people’s judgment. His eyes paused on my coffee. “Morning.” “Good morning, Professor Reed.” “We’re off campus today. Daniel is fine.” I pretended not to hear him and looked for my ticket.

The man uttered and gave a meaningful look at Li Wei, who on the other hand choked at the coffee he was drinking. "Hack! Hack!" Li Wei coughed, "It's not what you think uncle. I was teasing her earlier in the car that is why I was late in coming here." he explained. "You didn't do it?" The man curiously asked. "No! We haven't done "that" thing. Actually, she is my student and I'm her professor." Li Wei confessed to his uncle. "Professor? Aren't you a wealthy tycoon?" The man asked. Li Wei then narrated the whole story why he became a professor.