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Niyati got angry. "What a strange person this is? First, he asks the question himself and asks for its answer from me and when I start answering him, he finds the answer himself", Niyati spoke thinking in her mind and sat quietly. "Okay Students, I'm going to start you a Chemistry chapter whose name is "Carbon Compounds" but before that, I want to know how many students in your class know the names of the first 20 chemical elements in sequence?", He asked in a normal tone.

Len asked, looking up from a red leather covered book about Nicolas Flamel the renowned alchemist. "I've showed you the basics, you watched me doing the synthesis and also keep taking notes. I think you're ready to make something by now." "A - Are you sure about that?" "Of course, gotta even it out between theory and practice, aren't we? But, no messing with dangerous chemicals this time."

The next day, Claire found the glass box already open. This made her happy. She lifted the thick red book onto the table and began reading it; she instantly liked its contents. A simple book that reminded her of the products in her house and was very helpful in remembering the names of chemicals and their functions. Thanks to the book, her chemistry grades improved, and it became a part of her life. Eventually, the university leaders came to see the old library. The rector saw her reading the red book with an unhappy face. The next day, the red book had disappeared from the old library and had moved to a glass box in the main library. Locked tight. Clearly, this made Claire feel disappointed

I tried to keep my concentration in the book, to know what happens when these chemicals interact with each other. Some alphabets with a number as their base. We call it as chemical formulas were being added to similar kinds of other. "Bang!!!" I messed up again. I could never score well in chemistry. I sighed and rested my forehead on the book. As soon as I did that a hand hit on the back of my head. "Miss. Sherly." I said and positioned myself. She is our chemistry teacher whose teaching pierce my ears. I don't know where do her words go, they land everywhere but my brain.

Her words weren't any instructions. But an order. "Miracle!" He grabbed her wrist and shot an awkward smile when he saw the teacher glance back at them before entering the class. "Don't. Touch. Me." Miracle scowled, swinging away his arm and leaving him behind. During the chemistry lesson, Nancy flipped open her reference book and began drawing the conical flask, filter funnel, and sodium hydroxide crystals to explain the formation of sodium hydroxide solution. To contrast the solution with the rest of the illustrations, she purposely sketched it with pink chalk.

“We’re doing this at the desk. Not on my bed.” Aaron chuckled but moved over, pulling up the old wooden chair so their knees almost touched under the small desk. “Whatever you say, tutor boy.” The session started smoothly enough. Leon opened the book to the next chapter, explaining concepts in a quiet, focused voice. Equilibrium constants. Le Chatelier’s principle. He drew diagrams on a fresh sheet of paper, corrected Aaron’s notes, and walked him through practice problems step by step. Aaron listened — really listened — asking questions, taking notes, occasionally brushing his fingers against Leon’s when reaching for the pen. Each small touch sent unwanted sparks through Leon’s body, but he

My mind keeps spiraling in thoughts of what could have happened, what might happen and why it happened but I can't come to any better conclusion to my questions. We entered the class, sat at our usual spot, we talked for a while before Mr Addison entered the class. “Good morning delinquent.” He said, always making the most out of everything. “Today, we’re diving into a very interesting and important topic in chemistry. Acids, Bases, and Salts. By the end of this lesson, you’ll not only know what they are but also how they behave, how they react, and where you can find them in real life.”

I sighed. I lay my baby in her crib. She was fast asleep which was a good thing. I walked to the shelf beside the bed and opened the lower drawer, I collected my books; a chemistry textbook and a jotter to read. I preferred textbooks to school notes because they brought deeper meanings to a subject and exposed various tricks to get your answers. I lay down on the floor with a blanket burying myself in. I managed to find my hands and started attacking organic chemistry.

She placed her bag on her chair and heard her groaning as she saw me. I propped my elbow on our table and pretended to listen to our teacher. I watched in awe as Ms. De Leon made an excellent demonstration showing the changes in energy in the chemical reaction between water and anhydrous. She asked us to observe the color and the evolution of heat through temperature change. This girl really has a talent, and not talking for a long time is one. I had to say something, or else I would go crazy. “I guess I’m in the wrong class. I was hoping to learn more about the chemistry that drives people crazy instead of this energy stuff,” I uttered, not looking to her.

Mayeli gasped as Killian rolled her onto her back and pushed himself in between her legs. Her body jerked as his soft lips met her aching flesh. He left small kiss trails across her sternum, breasts, and just below her belly button. Each peck felt like a jolt of electricity, akin to the crackling static of an old TV—him trying to make her tune into his frequency. She did. Her eyes followed his face as his mouth met her pussy.