The Professor And The Madman の小説・ストーリー

“I suggest you find another seat, Marcus, because if I get up it’ll be to whoop your ass.” “Mr. Ortega, take a seat before I kick you out.” The Professor, I couldn’t place his name because we’d talked to all of them, stood at the podium. His shoulder length black hair tied at the nape of his neck, one hand shoved into his pocket and the other held his glasses. Mr. Sanders called him the Pretty Boy Professor. Apparently, the girls in the school all secretly crushed on him. Marcus chuckled lightly but went and took a seat on the opposite side of the classroom. Ansley lowered her head and covered her forehead with her palm, slowing sinking lower into her seat.

I'm starting to believe that everyone in this world is scary, and first on the list of crazy people is this handsome professor of ours. I really want to shout right through his face if possible. 'Are you crazy!? You want us to capture those little devils?! Have you gone mad?! That's a beast, not a pet!' that's what I want to shout in his face I know you're pretty handsome, Professor James, but don't abuse your handsomeness. It doesn't you're handsome I'll simp right away, just a bit though. Now I'm starting to regret my past action. To think that I supported all those crazy characters that I've read in every single novel because they are handsome and have strong charisma! Huh! I've been such

When it was already finally time for him to sneak inside, he used his last bits of patience to wait for a few minutes, observing whether there was still anyone in there who could possibly ask him why he was there in the first place. Upon seeing that the coast was already clear, he walked, not ran, towards the direction of it. He'd only look even more suspicious if he'd act as if he was really going there in an urgent manner. His heart was already beating utterly fast as he was walking, praying that he'd bump into no one. However, the universe wasn't planning on making it easy for him as he bumped into one of his professors. He was this old man who looked like a terror professor at first, but

“If you invaded my privacy because you wanted me, why are you hesitating now? Do you think I believe your nonsense about wanting my attention? Listen, you little—what’s your name?” “You can give me a name, Professor.” I eagerly replied, smiling at him. Professor Farid looked at me like I was insane. “I will call you a delusional fool if you don’t start making sense.” He retorted coldly. “What’s your name? Who sent you and how did you find me?” “I’m a delusional fool,” I muttered under my breath, tears pricking my eyes when I realized that he wouldn't believe me no matter what for some reason unknown to me.

The man let out a quite chuckle as he was not expecting that kind of answer from the famous prodigy. He was more or less expecting a cold and threatening response. “You are truly wise as I’ve heard Professor. Sending a secret signal to inform every staff and administration through your white bunnies.” Hindi nito nakikita ang pagdaan ng kakaibang kinang sa kanyang mata dahil sa sobrang laki ng talukbong na halos sumakop sa kanyang buong mukha. Professor shrugged his shoulder. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” sagot nitokunwari hindi niya alam ang sagot.

His hands locked into fists, emitting a green glow. The man finally was coming to when he could see the lunacy shining within his master's eyes. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but needed to talk his way out of death. “Professor, they escaped. I apologize for my lack of forethought. That stupid mutt bit me then the experiment…” Professor Mozart placed his finger to the man’s lips, quieting his voice. The glowing light slowly faded. “I saw them escape. She looked right at me with a smug expression. I knew she was going to do this. I felt it.”

I chipped away at the golden image everyone saw. But now..now she was slipping through my grasp again. She had the janitor looking at her like she was worth protecting. Like she was the only one worth saving. And worse…the professor. That man. Professor Black. I noticed it. The way his gaze darkened when she entered a room. The way his voice dropped when he spoke her name. That wasn’t a teacher’s look. It wasn’t discipline. It was something primal, something dangerous. Something I wanted for myself.

“I have always liked that place. A quiet community for Godly families.” Myra would have choked on her food if she had been eating. How could anyone put the word Godly side by side with the Ciaran complex? That was the city of sin practically. And to look at the man making such claims, a man that had stared at her breasts a little too long earlier. “Don’t you feel lonely there? Just you and your little girl there.” The old man continued. Again, the Professor did not respond on time. He took his time to chew his food before he said, “We are doing just fine. We barely have any free time to dwell on whether we are truly lonely or not.”

Zaviyaar, who was just stepping into the class, noticed this scene and clenched his jaw. The whole class turned into silent mode on Zaviyaar's arrival as the anger spread on his face was enough to make everyone mum. “It seems today the professor fought with his wife before coming to the university.” Amaar spoke, chuckling to her. Sensing the dangerous aura of Zaviyaar, Anaaya pinched Amaar on his arm. “Keep your mouth shut….if you don't want the professor to kick you out of the class, so keep your nonsense jokes to himself.” They both were gossiping with each other in a whisper.

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.