Novel & Cerita Professeur

Sam introduced me. “Hm, very good news. I am seeking my next protégé and from what I just saw and heard--this girl is an artist and a connoisseur. It’s what I am searching for. I am professor Mark Anderson,” the bald guy outstretched his wrinkled hand towards me and I gave him a confused smile, as I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you…um, sir,” I struggled. “He was my tutor and is also teaching in the local college. I owe him a lot. He is very patient and skillful. I have learned a lot from him.” Samuel complimented.

Tutoring The Bad Boy {When Miss petite meets Mr Arrogant} . Episode 11: Progressive . “And that is for today, make sure to read about it more when you get home “. The professor said before packing his things and turning off the projector in which he was using to show slides of the course work. Haven breathed out a sigh of relief as he stretched his limbs letting out a disgruntled groan. Ariel glanced at him with a look of confusion on her face. “Why are you groaning and acting like you did something ?”.

He was delivering his lecture on classic literature, his voice calm and measured, but all Belle could focus on was the tension in his shoulders, the subtle tightness in his movements that only she seemed to notice. No one in the room had any idea of the complicated, messy emotions swirling beneath the surface, and Belle liked it that way. They could sit here, surrounded by students, playing their roles, Professor Alabaster and his student and no one would suspect a thing. But the intensity between them simmered, barely contained, like an unspoken secret that threatened to spill out at any moment.

The next second, the old professor stood up and walked towards Catherine. "Are you Catherine Swann?" Catherine's first impression of the professor was not bad. He looked at people with sincerity and wore simple clothes. He looked like someone who specialized in research. Out of respect for the elder, Catherine took the initiative to stand up. "I'm Catherine!" The old professor also had a good impression of Catherine and took the initiative to introduce himself to her. "Nice to meet you, Catherine. I'm Marshall Hartley, a professor of electronic engineering at Styre University. Do you have the intention to apply for our Styre University?"

There's a note written on his holo-display. "The study of animals is referred to as zoology," the note says. "Uhh, thanks." A second later, we all hear footsteps and turn our heads to the front. "Hello class," a thin professor with small round glasses and spiky green hair says. The professor takes a sip of what I think is coffee from his thermos. Afterward, he starts to talk really, really, really fast. "I am Professor Runn. Professor Ruun is my name. It is. It is. It is."

I growled out starring at the Professor. “Please No, dear Prince, I did not mean ill will. In order to teach about Michael, I have to include the speculation of your father.” The professor said worry in his eyes. “As I’ve told you many times throughout the year, my name is Samael, please refer to me as such.” “Y..Yes, Of course Samael, my apologies.” The professor quivered out.” I could see a small crooked smile on Katrina’s face, which perplexed me, what is she smiling about, she should hate this demonstration of me being a pompous ass. “You can carry on Professor.”

He says, annoyance latched to his tone. What's his fucking problem? Tessa holds my hands and nods her head gently. I sigh and we both walk out of the door. "Why does he always keep lecturing?", I grimace. "Maybe he's a lecturer at this Academy?" Tessa replies. "Hmm. Maybe you're right." I think over it. I don't know half of the Proffesors here, except Professor Sheila. That brings me to the point… "What exactly do they teach here?" I ask.

I turned the corner near the older faculty offices and froze. The door to Professor Harlan’s office, an older economics lecturer known for being strict and married, was slightly ajar. Moans and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping flesh spilled out. I should have kept walking. Instead, morbid curiosity pulled me closer. I peeked through the gap.

Professor Malinda is a woman with height, seated behind her desk, peering at her laptop from the top of her spectacles while her hands move fast on the keyboard. I bow my head a little. “Greetings, Ma’am. My name is Lilac Stone. I’m one of the interns for this session.” “Ms. or Mrs. Stone, what school did you graduate from?” she replies immediately but without looking up. “I schooled at New Savors College, Ma’am.” The professor looks up that instant, adjusting her spectacles. She purses her lips for a while before finally uttering a response. “Hmm. I see.” She points her dainty fingers to a heap of files on her huge desk. “Look for your file and sign.”