There's No Need To Call Me Sir Professor Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was able to move a little, then my shoes hit the bottom of the table. "Call me sir." He demanded. "What?" I heard it correct. Yet asked again to make sure did I heard correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows, without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head!. It's the second time he said that. What does he think of himself? I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested.

Professor: you over there, you with the hoodie and brown hair. Student: Yes sir Professor: can you define a hybrid for me?? Student: a hybrid is a ... ummm.. He tries but he just stammers and mutters some certain words that absolutely makes no sense. Professor: What's your name Student: Patrick Kent Professor: don't worry about your CA for this semester, you've gotten nil Patrick: I'm very sorry sir Professor: this should serve as a lesson for you students. When I call for a quiet class, I actually mean a quiet class.

He asked, sitting up properly on his lofty arm chair, his hands stretched flatly on the desk. "Today is also my first time of seeing you in class. Where have you been? …sir?" She asked, deciding to pay him back in his own coin, chipping in the sir, as if it was an afterthought, a smirk finding its way on her lips as she saw him huff in annoyance. "Miss Drackson…" He called. "Yes…" She answered sweetly, too sweetly, that the professor scoffed. "You don't want to go down that way." He said, amusement dancing in his eyes.

I looked at Rajiv who was, again, in front of me. Wait... I thought he was a student? Is he lying? And… I frowned as I realised something. He also called me by my last name earlier. Our classmates might notice that my professor and I know each other personally. I don't want them to get the wrong idea. Even though I'm only being hypocritical right now. It's only the first day of class but all the professors have already started teaching. It's not like it was still in high school when every first day of class the students were having fun all over campus.

I went to the professor, he was writing something. "Sir, may I come in?", I asked. Sir replied, "Yes! baby girl, you can come whenever you want to see me or if you need me." Why the hell is he calling me baby girl? "Ok sir. Sir, I want to ask you about...", I said. Suddenly I wanted to say but he stopped me. Cutting my sentence from between he started. Sir said, "Wait! I told you that I will help you but first come here and sit in this chair. Come to me."

“I don’t like him romantically. I am only asking about him because he’s my rival now.” “Okay. If that’s the case, I understand,” he said as he saw his friends waving at the large door of the mansion. He stood up from the bench. “I have to go now, sir.” “Just call me Jake,” the professor said it to him. He looked at him, confused. “Why?” “I just want to. You call Xurden with just his name when he’s older than you. Right?” “Yes.” “You can do that to me as well. Of course, you can only call me by my name when we’re not in school.”

“Despite my better judgment, I am inclined to believe you may be capable of learning. Prove me correct. Or prove me wrong. Either way, I will know soon enough.” With that, he turned sharply on his heel, resuming his slow patrol of the mirrored room. “Miss Tamsin, you are not swatting at a wasp. Your arm should glide, not flail. Try again.” Callum exhaled beside me, quietly. “He’s... nicer than usual today.” I stared at the back of the professor’s coat as it vanished into a group of stumbling dancers. “That was nicer?” Callum gave a sheepish nod. “Well, he didn’t threaten to revoke our library access. That’s usually how he ends things.”

I chuckled in the back of my mind. I innocently raised my left eyebrow. "What do you mean, sir?" I asked while still maintaining my composure. His jaw was in a deep clench; he seemed to be running out of patience. "Sit properly, Ms. Rodriguez. You're in a school, not a club," he said directly, not minding if I might get offended. I faked a gasp. "You're terrible, Professor. It's like you don't know me; I normally sit like this, right?" I bit my lower lip as my eyes traveled to his lap.

I asked, protruding my lower lip out. “No.” He lowly gritted out. “Please, Professor Serafino.” I whined, swaying his arm from left to right. “No means no Rosella. Ask Elisa or Stella and don't call me that in public.” He calmly rasped out, leaving me agitated and dry.

"Nope, I trust your decisions Neo, just go with it. I will meet him when or if I will visit in future." "Oh..okay sir. Thank you." "By the way, what's his name?" "His name is Al--" "SAMMY CAN YOU COME HERE FOR A MINUTE?" "I'll talk to you tomorrow then. Bye." "Okay, bye sir. Have a good day." "You are too." After the call, I spend rest of the day in dealing with matters of my companies and everything. Even though I have very talented and trusted men in each and every company of mine, sometimes I have to get in field when the problem is very serious.