Romans & histoires Professor X Name

“Y-Yes, prof.” My classmates have left, only me and the professor are left in here. I approached him. He is currently arranging his belongings now. “I-I’m sorry, prof, I’m just thinking about something--“ “I told you to call me by my name when there is no one else, Alyana.” I scratched my head down on my neck. “Sorry pro ... I mean Xenon.” “Why do you seem to be awkward to me, you’re only 2 years younger than me, Alyana. Speak comfortably with me, okay. I’m not that old.” he said and laugh, I slapped his arm.

Although they hadn't been married for a long time, this must be Simon. Gladyce couldn't believe it, so she looked at the introduction below the photo. He muttered, "Xia Ming... Professor Xia, chief knowledge adviser." Gladyce frowned and repeated, "Xia Ming? Xia Ming?" Huh? Why did she feel that this name was also familiar? Was this person really called Xia Ming? "Miss, please give way..." A cleaner passed by and was cleaning the hall. It was just in time to arrive at Gladyce's place.

I said, trying to convince her and myself too. She looked at me as if checking me out so I diverted my gaze, trying to focus my attention to Professor Esquerra. Prof. Jeremy Esquerra is also a good-looking guy like Prof. Trystan Fortez. Both of them are also good friends. Prof. Esquerra is our school doctor. He smiles often and more approachable than Prof. Fortez but I still find the latter more attractive. I am wondering why Professor Fortez is not yet here.

Her dark long hair was tied to the back, showing off her features and her intimidating blue eyes. "I wasn't staring," I said . Lena raised a brow. "Sure. And I wasn't just watching Xavier practically destroy his opponent." At the mention of his name, my eyes shifted to the center of the field. The professor was sparring with another elite student, his movements were precise. He moved like a shadow, as he effortlessly dodged strikes before countering with speed. "Why do you students call him by his name?" I asked. "You mean Xavier?" "Yes.... he's your professor, I thought we should address him as such." I continued.

I was shocked to hear this news. Max and Professor Xander had an affair in her office? I stared at Max, wide-eyed and unable to comprehend such a scandalous revelation. Professor Xander was Max's PhD advisor and a respected professor in the finance department at Johnsonville University. She was a widow, over twenty years older than Max.

His shoulders are broad, his dark hair is perfectly messy and his eyes scanned the students once before he spoke. "Professor Harlan, thank you for the warm-up," he said with his deep and smooth voice. "I'm Professor Adrian Knight. I'll be taking over this Literature course for the rest of the semester." Whispers spread across the hall and Juliet stared. He looked too young to be a full professor, maybe early thirties, but his presence filled the room. He set his bag on the desk and turned to the class. "Forbidden love," he continued, picking up right where they left off. "The kind that destroys careers, families, even lives. Why do we keep writing about it? Why do we keep reading it?"

“Sure. What do you need?” “I’m interested in Professor Elena Thompson’s lectures,” Ren said smoothly. “She gave a fascinating talk this morning, and I’d like to know if she’s teaching any upcoming seminars or classes that are open to visitors.” The man smiled, clearly pleased by the interest. “Professor Thompson does have a talent for captivating an audience,” he said. “She’s leading a seminar on comparative mythology next week. It’s a bit niche, but if you’re interested in folklore, it’s worth attending.”

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After they took their seats, Ryan opened a beer bottle and said shrewdly, “Don’t be nervous. Since all of you are Freya’s colleagues, you can take me as an ordinary person. Plus, I’ve resigned. My career isn’t any better than yours.” “Young Master Snow, please don’t say that,” The oldest professor, Professor Xavier, hurriedly said, “Although you’ve resigned, your future will be bright given your competence. You’re a lot better than us, who work in the lab every day.” “You’re Professor Xavier, aren’t you? Freya always mentions you, saying that you’re very capable,” Ryan said with a gentle smile. “Personally, I find research the most difficult industry. I particularly admire all of you for you

Beside him sat a man I had never met before. “This is Professor Daniel Reed from Northlake University,” Dr. Ford said. “He’s the external reviewer for the joint project. Maya, walk him through your research design.” I looked at the man across the table and lost half a second. Daniel Reed was nothing like Ford. Ford was sharp, severe, and impossible to relax around. Reed was quieter, but his presence was harder to ignore. He wore a dark shirt beneath a clean-cut jacket, his sleeves turned back just enough to reveal long fingers and a spare silver watch. He looked composed in the way some people looked dangerous without trying.