Professor Arc Student Of Vacuo Novels & Stories

"I um...was talking to someone." "Why are you still here?" Professor Arthur asked, his tone carrying a hint of irritation. "I'm waiting for my duties? You haven't told me what to do yet, professor." He let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his temples. The man stepped forward with a blinding smile. "Hello, young lady. And who would you be to my darling friend?" He extended a hand to me. But before I could shake it, Professor Arthur reached out and grabbed his wrist. "She's my student. And stay away from my students." He spat. His words carried a sharp edge that made shivers, not the good kind, slither down my spine.

Interesting. Inferno continued. 'It begins with separation.' The words moved through me slowly, like something ancient waking after centuries of silence. 'Life from purpose. Memory from identity. Soul from will.' A cold sensation crawled down my spine. “The Hollow Arc doesn’t destroy directly,” I realized aloud. “It disconnects things from themselves.” “Yes,” Eldric said quietly. His voice carried no satisfaction. Only dread. Koa frowned hard enough to look physically offended. “That sentence was horrible.”

“Our first lecture will be in the next ten minutes, you should revise princess in case of questions.” I turned to him, then nodded. Julian flashed in my mind, when he used to be my professor at Clarefield. Now he left his field for his girlfriend’s department. Sirena seems to have won now. I took a heavy breath. Raising my head up from my thoughts, I watched the professor walk with. My eyes lingered nowhere above his legs then returned to my book. We were having philosophy. “Settle down everyone—“

“Sorry, Professor.” A few students snickered under their breath. I sat down quickly, yanking my notebook from my bag, hoping the rustle of paper would cover the racing of my pulse. The lecture droned on. Arcane theory. Normally I liked this class. Normally I’d lose myself in the diagrams and notes, my hand aching from writing too fast. But today the words blurred before I could even process them. All I could see was Lucien’s face. The way his eyes had hardened when Arya kept ranting her little venomous lies.

Lucinda was confused and asked with her hand still on her nose. "You are?" The man sniffed and cleaned the remains of his mucus with the sleeve of his free hand, adding another dark stain on his clothes. "I am the professor that you requested for. You are Lucinda, right? I'm here to teach you about the Elemental forging method." Lucinda heard his words but was still quite doubtful. She picked her token and, to her surprise, it stated that she requested teacher had arrived at the academy. "Mister Ivor?" The man nodded.

Everyone ignored them after that as they walked toward the line of cubicles. Xurden glanced at Marco. “In what class he’s in?” he asked. “Arts,” Marco answered. He shifted his eyes to the professor. “Bring me the list of students from that class,” he commanded. “Mister President, I am not handling them,” said the professor. “Ask the professor who has it. Don’t worry, he will give it to you.” The professor bowed his head and went to the end of the cubicle. They looked at the professor as he talked to another professor, who was bald. The two assistants were standing at his back.

Dream on! Professor Lawrence snorted coldly. He sat down on a normal chair on the side, then instructed his students as he said, “I’ll wait here. You guys go ahead. Remember to give me an assignment report when you go back later.” Monki and Hunter were also happy with this arrangement. After all, they were worried that this old professor would not be able to withstand the thrills in the virtual world at his old age. It would be better if he did not try it.

The female professor mumbled. “What?” “Nothing. Don’t worry. I can manage.” She smiled sweetly. “Hey, Professor De Vega! Let me help you.” Aquiro suddenly appears and gets the box from the lady professor. “Aquiro, I thought you had a class?” “I just finished our basketball practice, Miss. Don’t worry, I can easily make an excuse.” She grinned and moved his eyebrows up and down. “Tsk. You’re just avoiding Ms.Valdez’s lecture today, don’t you?” Aquiro laughed at the lady professor.

Fortez, but not in a sexual way! “I was there because Professor Fortez asked me to be his student assistant. And I accepted his offer. Last Monday was the start of my job.” I told them the safest alibi I can formulate. It was also the alibi used by Professor Fortez to Professor Guevarra. “Student Assistant? You don’t need that job anymore. You’re already rich.” Fauna disapprovingly commented. She is partly correct though.

I'll prove to Dad that he can't do anything, he can't stop me being difficult to him and to others. "Where's the transferee? Kindly introduce yourself here in front." The professor entered and he didn't even greeted us 'good morning'. All of them, looked at me. I rolled my eyes and stood up lazily. The struggles of being a damn transferee. "Vanez Amelia Arnaez. I don't actually want to be friend with y'all so better be fuck off. That's all." I sat back on my armchair. It took seconds before they processed everything. Especially our professor, he blinked twice and cleared his throat.