Professor X Name Novels & Stories

Irene commented offering me a bottle of water, I took a big gulp and gave it back with a thanks. "Not possible, Laurent is an early riser." I said with a smirk. She chuckled, "Benifits." "I know right, who is our professor again?" I asked taking out a spare notebook from my bag. She already had her stuff out and arranged neatly on her desk. "Didn't you get -" "I didn't bother remembering the names, come on tell me." "Some, Mrs. Runa." I didn't know why I even asked and I don't know what to do with that information bit I nodded.

He is confident that his theory is the right one. "Listen," Zeke glanced at him but Oliver was still eyeing the Professor that was busy talking. He didn't have any writings on the board nor a slide show that could give the two a hint on his discussion. His voice was so soft that it became inaudible for the two. "Just by looking at his outfit and way of talking you can already picture out who his favourite hero is." He said in a serious tone. "Who?" "Professor X." Zeke grunt in confusion. "How come?" Still didn't get how Oliver guessed the old man's favourite hero just by his mere look.

Edmund's POV The professor who cited my paper was named Dr. Marchetti and she taught geotechnical engineering at a university in the north. I found out because Mum showed me an alert that Rosa's monitoring system had flagged. An academic paper published the previous month had cited my second paper in its literature review section.

She gulped. "Are you ok, miss..." his eyes softened. "Yes...um... Professor." She squeaked. Why couldn't she breathe? "Can I request you to sit in front? Please...Ms," His perfect eyebrow rose in a question. Oh, her name. He wanted to know her name. "I'm Sinclair Yuan, sir." He smiled slightly. Jesus! He shouldn't do that. "Come, sit in front, Ms. Yuan." The professor waited for her patiently to rise. Being a true gentleman, he held out his hand to help her up.

The halls are a bit quiet, with only two to three students pacing the corridors. "Four." Azalea peaked inside, noticing the semi-empty classroom. She's sure she counted about ten students. Her eyes then landed on her professor. He's dressed like any other male professor. Khaki pants, white button up, circular glasses, all the usual. Only thing that's different about him and the others is that he's got just a few strands of grey and he looks like the gym's best friend. He set the marker down and turned to the class. "So when you here about Alberto Dephonso you think-

It was then that she learned his name was Michael Xanthos. Despite being the same age as her, he was already a professor at Collinview University's School of Medicine. Later on, he became her whole world. He held the world in contempt but showered her with his affection. He would bring her to tears only to coax her into laughter. Lying on the verdant lawns of Collin University with a blade of grass between his lips, he'd run his hand through her hair and softly call out, "Em."

She pointed a manicured finger at a line of code on her screen. Professor Kai’s eyes didn’t leave me. “What’s the name?” he asked, the question directed at her but his gaze a physical weight on me. “Sarah Martins,” she said, blissfully unaware of the tension she was standing in. “Sarah.” He said her name like it was a clinical diagnosis. “There’s a paper folder on the lectern. The black one. Bring it to me so I can illustrate the solution more clearly.” His voice was dry, detached, yet his attention never wavered from my face.

From her personality, she looks like a rich girl. "My name is Zaviyaar Khan. You can call me professor. Other than that, I don't like any names. I don't like any fun or misbehaviour in class. If anyone tries to, then later on he/she won't take the class. Let's start the session today with the introduction of the subject." Zaviyaar folded the cuffs of his arms and powered on his laptop. Along with it, he connected his laptop to the projector. Slight noises of whispers were circulating in the class.

“Mr. Cole, Miss Lessie. The Vice Chancellor is expecting you.” She gestured toward the double doors. I took a deep breath. “This is it,” I muttered under my breath. Taide pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. Three professors were already seated: Professor Clive from Political Science, Dr. Alara from Media Studies, and of course Professor Dante. My heart nearly stopped at the sight of him. He was sitting calmly beside the others, dressed in his usual black, one leg crossed over the other, hands folded loosely in his lap.

The next second, the old professor stood up and walked towards Catherine. "Are you Catherine Swann?" Catherine's first impression of the professor was not bad. He looked at people with sincerity and wore simple clothes. He looked like someone who specialized in research. Out of respect for the elder, Catherine took the initiative to stand up. "I'm Catherine!" The old professor also had a good impression of Catherine and took the initiative to introduce himself to her. "Nice to meet you, Catherine. I'm Marshall Hartley, a professor of electronic engineering at Styre University. Do you have the intention to apply for our Styre University?"