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he commanded. “Yes, sir,” the professor mumbled and turned. The professor walked to the same table where the bald one was still confused. The bald man closed his mouth though as the professor searched the drawer. He picked up a blue folder afterward. “What are you doing with that?” the bald professor finally asked, but didn’t receive an answer. In the end, he just shook his head because he couldn’t complain about their head.

Remember what Ma'am said, it seems that he only lacks the board exam. My eyes sparkled, and a smile flashed across my lips as I saw him take steps closer to me. At the same time, I heard various whispers coming from the diners. Whispers that said this and that, that he was handsome, that he looked like an attorney, and if he was an attorney, why was he so handsome? I also heard whispers saying that he is the new Professor of Psychology 1. I've heard many whispers, including the whisper of Madam who I didn't think had any flirtatious behavior, I thought it was just her way of speaking...

Sahithi lost count of the time as she stared at the book, turning pages without really reading anything. She just wanted to get this over with. “Tell me,” the professor asked suddenly. “what the author says in the first page.” She was startled by the sudden question. “Do you think you can fool me by turning the pages?” he was far more perceptive than what she had given him credit for. “Read the pages aloud from the beginning.”

“There’s the sassy girl I know. Smartass.” The professor continues and I try to focus, but shit, he’s going to be in this class—right next to me—for the whole semester. DING! He’s going to drive me crazy. He wrote, Where’s that Kama Sutra book? I bet she still has it. Get a copy. I take a deep breath. This is going to be a long semester.

the Professor said. “This bloke is seriously getting on my nerves. I reckon I’ll have to give him a proper telling off next time,” Alpha Matthew grumbled. But the professor quickly asked us to leave for our own safety. “Come on, Alpha Matthew. Give Randy a chance,” the Professor said, leaning forward.

It's never been more than that has it? When we arrive on the legal floor, the professor is in his office, marking up a case file with large sweeps of a yellow highlighter. He doesn't notice us at first, so I tap on his desk. It takes the professor a moment to notice us, even with Hunter calling his name. “Professor McCannon,” Hunter tries again, knocking on the surface of his desk. Magnus blinks as if waking from a dream and then pulls out a single earbud. It is blasting some kind of heavy metal music and I raise an eyebrow in surprise. He never struck me as the kind of person who’d listen to death metal.

The class was silent, waiting for him to speak. "Good afternoon. This is psychology twenty-two hundred, the study of deviant behavior. I'm Professor Theodore Ashford. Dr. Ashford is also fine, " His modulated, deep voice resonated within the walls of the room with ease. "Now, I know half the class is here to just pass. The other half are actually up for the challenge." The sound of uneasy students shifting in their seats filled the air. Isa saw a glimmer of a smirk appear on the professor's face in response to the discomfort.

I'm no stranger to grief and I know how badly it can affect a human. It took me about an hour to fully get ready, and when I got to the college, part of the class was already filled up with students waiting to be taught. “Good morning miss Elara,” they all echoed and I smiled. It was always a pleasure teaching fresh men. That's until they get to higher levels and decide to be possessed by college madness. Speaking of madness — Not now, Elara. I shook my head and turned to my table to bring out the new biology textbook Keisha had gifted me a while back.

"Come, anchor your frame here for a moment. Mbok shall procure a glass of water to stabilize you." I desperately regulated my erratic breathing while awaiting Mbok Parti’s return. My internal network was practically vibrating with an unbearable impatience to decode the solution. Yet conversely, a parallel wave of acute horror paralyzed my system. What catastrophic wreckage would manifest if my dark hypotheses proved to be entirely valid? I possessed zero psychological capacity to visualize a scenario where the ruthless professor who had repeatedly violated the sanctity of my flesh sat enthroned upon a matrimonial stage alongside my own closest companion. "Here you are, Non. Consume this imme

he added quietly, “and I’ll let him come in and take a look. I mean it.” I shrank into the darkness beneath the desk, clamping both hands over my mouth. Above me, I heard Sarek casually lift the remote and deactivate the door lock. “Come in.” The door unlocked, and an eager, wide-eyed cat beastman student pushed it open. “I’m sorry to bother you, Professor… but I’m having trouble understanding this section of the terrain.” The student then opened his book. “Sure.” Sarek remained impassive, his left hand resting on the tabletop while his right hand dropped beneath it, covering my chest and giving it a vicious squeeze.