Novel & Cerita Nerd Professor

I don’t think I have a good grip on my anger with what’s been happening lately. Once the professor came in, more students have already trickled into the room and the introductions flowed smoothly. The professor was a he, most likely in his mid 40s. He had greying hair, a pair of spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, connected to thin chain connected to it that trailed around the back of his neck. After dropping what little things he brought into the class onto the desk reserved for him, he took out a board marker and started writing down what I assumed is his name, “Prof. Walter”

How weird it was. "The first thing you have to request from me after five years of leaving is an Avatar?" Gwen implored. He was done with making the coffee and he carried the two cups in both hands and sauntered back to the sofa. He gave one cup to Sage who muttered a thank you and gulped down the whole content. After he was sure enough to have swallowed the warm drink, he replied. "Learning psychology was the best and worst thing ever." He told Gwen, "I had a tough and favourable time."

“I met with Professor Anderson Pym to discuss my study plans. He was the only professor who responded to dozens of emails I sent to several different professors. How about you? Who is your mentor?” “Wait, you emailed them? Didn't they email you?” Scott chuckled dryly as he chewed his crunchy pie crust. “Never in history has a professor emailed a student to offer to be their mentor. They are super busy. They never even memorize the names and faces of each student.” "But I think the professors will email us after seeing the study plan we submitted on the campus website. I got an email from Professor Simmon Kendrick about two months ago.” “Who? Professor Kendrick? Are you kidding me?”

My nerdy behavior was mostly because I was finally pursuing my dreams, and I was fully dedicated to it, so it didn't matter to me what I looked like in others' eyes or what they called me. Though the pretty nerd didn't sound bad to me, I took it as a compliment. I looked out of the window, and students were walking here and there. Some were sitting in groups and chatting, while others were busy with the deadlines. When the professor entered, I expected him to start the lecture, but... "Everyone, I would like to call in one of our most important guests. Thousands of students who couldn't afford education but had the talent have earned scholarships in our prestigious university, all because of

Mommy dearest married my step dad when I was seventeen. They were a terrible match For one, Dr. Philly is a professor at the local university and he’s a real brainiac. He dressed in cardigans and wore glasses. He spent most of his evenings with his nose buried in a thick stack of research and if it weren’t for the fact that his body demanded it, I don’t even think he’d take a break to eat or sleep…or do anything else for that matter.

His lips brushed my ear, intimate enough to sound like a lover whispering sweet words. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, in a voice only I could hear. “The elf just sent me a forum post from three months ago. The title seems to be… ‘How do I make a werewolf professor who always picks on me grovel and call me Daddy. And you were the one who posted that, wasn’t it?” At that moment, my soul left my body. That d*mned elf! As if digging up the rabbit wasn’t enough, he even had to unearth my three-month-old grave? I hate smart people!

“He’s protecting himself.” Maya frowned while scrolling. “Wait… people actually believe him?” “Oh, people always believe the version that spreads first,” Vanessa muttered. Lila’s stomach twisted again. Because Vanessa was right. The internet had already decided who she was. Desperate nerd girl. Obsessed girl. Manipulative girl. “I’m gonna kill him,” Ethan muttered. Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Great plan. Assault a professor. That’ll definitely help.” Normally that might’ve been funny. Tonight nobody laughed.

Ava Sterling couldn't breathe. Not because the classroom was warm — the AC was humming softly. Not because the students were loud — they were stunned silent. But because he was standing ten feet in front of her. Dr. William Reid. Same cutting jawline. Same intense eyes. Same smug, unreadable expression. Only now he wasn’t some random man in a dark club. He was her professor. Ava sank lower in her seat, heart hammering against her ribs. Camille nudged her under the desk.

Feeling wet and uncomfortable, I don’t focus on most part of the lesson as my eyes are glued to this man. Professor Quinn? Standing tall in front of the class in a pair of classy black dressed pants, square rimmed glasses that makes his nose pointier, and his beard. Everything about this man screams wealth and dangerous mixed together. I should focus, but I find it hard when my Professor is the same man who had had his fingers rubbing my panties until I cum shamefully, screaming profanities at the same time. With rosy cheeks, I lift my head from my desk to face this man, and I gasp when I notice his eyes on me.

It covers algebra, functions and more. Prof. Jean Jackobo is not just a professor but a doctor and a master's degree. He who wore a calm look and a poker face. But that face can kill. He is known as the "Terror" among teachers in their department. He is called like that because he CAN'T help himself but give students a failing grade. [5.0]