Novel & Cerita Professor Paradox

In fact, the professor treats me like his princess since I was the only woman who is studying to be a physician. "Anyway, today is the day when the presentation starts!" He said with motivation, the people groaned in annoyance. "I'm going to take that as a happy response." He said with a fake smile. "Let's see who is more stressed to go first, you are going first since you are avoiding my stare." The professor pointed out the guy who was dodging his stare, he stood up and walked toward the board in front of everyone. "Fucking hell." The guy cursed. "We don't curse in the auditorium, 1 point minus!" The professor yelled.

Keeping his energy to himself had become an almost impossible task, and he was struggling to remain on his feet. “What did you do to me?” the professor wondered as he fell to his knees. He had been through much worse. The first time he had faced a beastman, all his bones had been shattered at the end of that fight, and throughout most of that battle, he was the one on the losing end. There was even a point in that battle where his left arm and right leg were shattered while his opponent was completely fine; yet even in that circumstance, the professor had come out on top. Granted, he had been so badly injured that if he was not saved by another, he too would have died; but he did win. How wa

The professor said sternly. A pause. We exchange another tense glance but hold back from saying anything further. “Now, I suggest we focus on how decentralization and centralization can complement each other, rather than treating them as opposing forces. Let’s move on—who else has something to add?” He continued but none of the students raised their hands, and he began teaching. An hour later, the class was over but he asked us to meet in his office, both Leo and I. Professor Harding is seated behind his desk, surrounded by shelves of business books and framed awards. His expression is surprisingly... pleased. It’s disarming, considering how heated our debate was.

It attempted to resolve its own question. What am I, if there is something I cannot become? And in attempting resolution— it generated contradiction. Emma felt it immediately. Not instability. Expansion pressure. The Observer pattern flickered. “Paradox generation detected within identity kernel.” The Interferer followed. “Paradox generation detected within identity kernel.” Ethan frowned slightly. “…Is that bad?” Emma didn’t answer immediately. Because it wasn’t bad. It was inevitable. “No,” she said finally. “It’s learning the limits of being one thing.”

I sat back in the cushy, leather booth just as the appetizers arrived. “So?” Rachael pressed. “What did he say?” “He’s on a date,” I replied, confusion seeping from my tongue. It made sense on just about every level for my professor, a man whose only contact with me should have been in the classroom, to be on a date with a woman who wasn’t me. But inside, where my cells were being made and my blood was pumping, it felt wrong. I felt wrong. I picked up a fry and chewed it with enough force to make myself feel better. I punished that fry, because I couldn’t exactly bitch to my friend that my professor was sleeping with so

“Now this semester might actually be worth attending.” I barely heard her. Something about him felt familiar. Not just the voice. The way he carried himself. The way he stood. Even the angle of his jaw tugged at something in the back of my mind. It was ridiculous. I was certain I had never met Professor Jackson before in my life. If I’d seen a man who looked like that, I would’ve remembered. So maybe it was just one of those strange coincidences. Maybe he simply reminded me of someone. Still, the feeling lingered.

Professor Smith said seriously. "Why?" old Mr. Elijah asked. "I mean, I'm sure I'll keep it safe." This professor was really strange, he only said half of what he said every time. They say that the end of science is theology, and this professor doesn't look too normal. The other side. Kourtney was about to leave the dinner to go back to rest when she stood up, she saw a familiar figure. This person, although she had only met once, in any case, will not forget.

The whole class is talking about professor Zain and I'm smiling like an idiot thinking about him. What's happening to me? Stop thinking about him, Inaya. He's your professor. I mentally scolded myself for thinking about him. I don't want to think about him but still, I'm thinking about him. There is seriously something wrong with me. Three lectures passed away in thinking about my hottie professor. Now it is break time and I'm still thinking about him, sitting in the cafeteria with Anu and Vikas.

"Anthony… What do you do? I mean, I don't think a professor can afford this type of lifestyle with such a low income. This house looks like it is worth millions of dollars." He stopped what he was doing to face me with a surprised expression on his face. I was confused about the expression and wondered if I offended him in some way. "You don't know who I am?" "I… I seriously don't. You're a mysterious man and… wait, you're not a don, right? You're using being a professor as a cover up." Anthony laughed even louder than he did the last few things, hunching over the island. He had a beautiful laugh but was he mocking me or something.

I’m here to free you. “Free me?! From what?” From pretending you don’t want to be claimed. From pretending you don’t want to be fought over. From pretending you’re not made for this. “Oh my God,” I moaned, pressing the heel of my hand to my forehead like maybe I could massage the mental breakdown out of my skull. “This is insane. This is insane. I was almost fucked by my professor. My literal professor. And now I have to go back to a dorm room with his son who already looks at me like he wants to break me in half!”