There's No Need To Call Me Sir Professor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Don't.” “Mr. Wayne.” Prof. Dean cleared his throat, eyes fixed on Killan and I. “I need your attention, please.” Did he just refer to me as Mr. Wayne? He ended his sentence with “please?” Prof. Dean didn't care about status, didn't care about his best or golden students. He referred to everyone equally, but the statement “please?” He never used it during a class. He believed he was above everyone, anything, and making use of the word “please” seemed like he was being desperate. I was completely stunned it'd slipped from his lips.

he said. "Bother? It's completely fine, sir," I replied, a bit surprised by his reluctance. "Uppss," he scrunched up his nose. "I can't take a ride from you." "Why? What happened?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing slightly as I tried to figure out if I had said something wrong. "I have told you multiple times not to call me sir and even on holidays, you are calling me that. So now, when I am your 'Sir,' I should maintain that line, right?" He teased, mimicking the title with his fingers.

The class soon erupted in noise as students began to confirm that what the girl has said was right, they were surprised. "So professor has been teaching us rubbish?" Someone shouted students laughed. "Silence!" Professor Smith yelled, and the class quiets down "I have been teaching this and making use of this method before any of you was born" He said angrily, he took out his phone, started to pull a call through, he placed his phone on the speaker which everyone could hear. "Good day Sir." The person on the other line said. "Good day Johnson" He answered with pride, students shook their heads, Professor Smith never addresses anyone with respect except you are either brilliant than he is or

I asked, tilting my head to the side in a playful manner. " And.........what, if I may ask, sir?" his face leaned forward as he asked, all his attention was on me and I was sure of that. " First of all, I want you to drop the honorifics and quit calling me sir, okay? I'm not some old man who's about to be sent to a health centre. I'm a young, vibrant man and I'll like you to call me by my name, and that name is Hunter", I was just reminded of the movie ' Call Me By Your Name ' and I wished I had used that statement - no worries, we'll save the sweet words for later.

His deep voice reverberated and they sounded sincere enough. But something hold Maya that this man was not sorry at all. "My name is Doctor Alexander Grey but you can call me Professor Grey." He pushed the bridge of his glasses further up his nose, looking at each student in turn. "We only have a few minutes before this class will be over so I'll try and rush things."

An incoming call. " I'm sorry Gina, I have to go. My professor is calling me.” I say and end the call unceremoniously. With a smile, I accept the new call. I don't say a word even when the call connects. From the other side, all I can hear is his heavy breathing. The silence stretches for a minute until… “ Are you seducing me by saying nothing?”

I asked and for a few seconds, he didn’t say anything. “Send me the details of your ticket.” He ordered and I assured him that I will send before cutting the call as the professor entered the lab. I missed every one of them but I missed him more. I can’t wait to see all of them this weekend and also I need to scold Swapnil Sir for sure.

I muttered in annoyance. "Miss Delis? Miss Delis?" someone called, their voice suddenly reaching a crescendo and interjecting my thought flow. "Yes," I stuttered as I snapped back into reality only to realize that it was the professor who called me. "Oh shit!" I thought as I stood up. "Yes sir," I corrected myself. "I don't suppose you were referring to the whole class and I as dumb jocks," he said.

He turned his head, looking for the source of the voice, I repeated it again "Mas Safar! Here" He was slightly surprised, then walked slowly towards my seat. "You call me by my name sir?" I nodded, it's a very powerful move, isn't it? "But it seems that the name Mas for Mr. Lecturer doesn't match. Well, Nia just calls Mr. an honorable lecturer, okay?" He frowned slightly, as if he didn't like me calling him Mr. "What do you want to eat, sir?" "I'll go with you, I mean the food you ordered."

And the way he stares at me, straight, unexpressive, but it’s like he knows. His name suits him. I can’t lie. He’s definitely not a Mark or Jonathan. “Don’t do that.” He sits up and waves his hand in the air a little. “Don’t do what?” “Just call me Khylon. I’m not your professor.” He seems really serious about it. “Okay. Khylon it is.” ‘I’m not your professor.’ Of course you’re not. You’re the man I’m currently fantasizing about ripping his shirt off.