Novel & Cerita The Professor And The Madman

“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.”

He seemed totally devoted, like he would give up his heart and lungs to Tyr. Kirin glared viciously at the professor and threatened him, “Professor, you have betrayed me. I will make you suffer a miserable death.” “Cut the crap,” the professor retorted. The professor really played out his role as an opportunist to the extreme. Before this, whenever he looked at Kirin, his heart was filled with fear. But now, he stared at Kirin as if he was looking at a dog. “Big Brother, what do you want to do with this guy? I’ll be at your service,” the professor asked.

Yet. I clenched my fists. I wouldn’t allow it. Never. Footsteps echoed outside. I moved fast, slipping back toward the door. The door opened. I turned. Professor Black stood there. His eyes were dark, fuming, and dangerous. “What are you doing here?” he asked calmly. But the danger in his voice was unmistakable.

“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.

I have no idea who any of these people are. “All right,” the Professor says, marching to the door and slamming it shut, twisting the lock and striding back for the front of the room, all business. “Welcome to the Espionage Track. I’m Dr. Neumann, I will be your advisor and your professor of Chemistry.” We all sit up a little straighter then, I think anxious and eager to impress. He smirks a little at us, not unkindly, and then launches into a speech about what we’ll be expected to do here. My eyes go wider and wider as he speaks, detailing the incredible amount of information that we’ll be expected to learn in a very short amount of time. I jump when he takes a textbook from below the desk a

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.