Professor Arc の小説・ストーリー

Professor Stern who was watching everything from the sidelines muttered calmly. Unlike the fans who were increasingly excited by what they were seeing, the professor was very calm. Yes, just like Cronos had stated earlier, Professor Jackson was not a combat type. At least, he was not a direct combat type. He didn’t fight his battles through direct confrontation, for he was not one who possessed unreal power in his fists like Professor Stern neither was he a master of weapons like Grandmaster Cairo. His specialty was elsewhere, and he had been banned from using his specialty until the fourth test began. Well, the fourth test had started, so there was nothing to hold the professor back. It was

Axel signaled Michelle not to pay attention to the stubborn girl when he predicted that she would confront Arriana again. Michelle sighed before speaking again. “Class, he is Mr. Axel Aragon, the temporary replacement of one of your professors.” Arriana’s eyes widened slightly, and she was forced to look ahead at where their Dean was standing. She immediately met Axel’s cold gaze. Instead of being sad for the way he looked at her, a naughty smile formed on her lips. Arriana was even more impressed with the young man. The desire of her crippled mind was revived. This is really her weakness with men or the one she fantasizes about, intelligent and far away in age from her. She sat up straight

And that will be achieved in a few days. "Ivy, the math professor needs to speak with you urgently in his room," Georgia, the secretary, informs me as soon as I enter the hall. "Okay! Thanks, Georgia!" Speaking of Professor Franklin Aragon. He is one of the best math teachers at this university. The man sleeps and wakes up with numbers, and if you play around, he drinks, eats, and breathes numbers too. However, since we're approaching the final stages, I've noticed his eyes on me. It's not entirely bad. After all, he's a handsome man and has a presence that catches the attention of the ladies. However, you can be sure that I have an idea of what he wants to talk to me about. "I'll look for h

Martial cultivator affairs were not easily explained to academics. "Ah, it must be related to the earthquake earlier," the professor deduced, recalling the tremors that nearly trapped them in the tunnel. While they conversed, Adrian hurried over eagerly. "Professor, if this is a palace, think of the treasures!" "Adrian, we're not treasure hunters nor grave robbers," the professor chided firmly, his tone stern. "I apologize, Professor," Adrian muttered, chastened. Seizing the moment, the professor launched into a lecture about professional ethics and the sanctity of archaeological work, reminiscing about his youth.

His stare was piercingly directed at Clayton. “Tell me about The Sacred Land, Clay…if you expect that we can provide you some funds in doing your research…for your doctorate!” The professor changed his position, leaning his back on the chair and resting his chin with his fingers. “What do you mean, Professor?” Clayton stared at him. “You get what I mean Clay…” “What do you want to know about The Sacred Land?” Clayton inhaled. “Anything…I should know about it and The Council should…” The professor took a deep inhale.

Ariel’s POV The rain lashed against Professor Grayson’s window. I hadn’t planned on being here, in his private space. The rain pounding the roof filled the awkward silence as I stood by his kitchen counter, my paint stained fingers fidgeting like the hem of my equally stained t-shirt. “I’m sorry about this,” I said for what felt like the hundredth time. “I should have checked the weather forecast before agreeing to stay late.” He moved in his kitchen as gracefully as he did in front of his students. He was the youngest professor in the art history department at twenty eight, but he carried himself with the gravity of a much older man.

Edmund's POV The professor who cited my paper was named Dr. Marchetti and she taught geotechnical engineering at a university in the north. I found out because Mum showed me an alert that Rosa's monitoring system had flagged. An academic paper published the previous month had cited my second paper in its literature review section.

I mumbled something incoherent, and stared blindly at the screen, my fingers moving on autopilot. And then, like a dream, a shadow fell over our desk. A cold wave of presence that made the fine hairs on my arms stand up. Professor Kai was standing there, his imposing frame blocking the light. “How’s it going over here?” he asked. His voice was low, too calm, a flat lake hiding treacherous currents underneath. “Uh, we’re good,” I managed, my voice a hoarse croak barely above a whisper. “Urm, sir?” Sarah interjected, all false sweetness. “How do we reconsider this conditional loop?” She pointed a manicured finger at a line of code on her screen.

To be fully protected by The Arc, the room must be fully enclosed. The Arc is common in Elenio and can be obtained easily. The government produces The Arc through one of the Archturian divisions and distributes it throughout Elenio. The Arc has almost the same energy as the sun, which prevents Draconians from entering the places that The Arc has given them. So there’s no way this place doesn’t have The Arc due to the difficulty of getting one. Unless they purposely didn’t install it because they wanted to die. “Tonight we will prove it.”

I start the long and futile work of reporting the comments and reporting the accounts. Until I find one comment that catches my eye. “I just saw this professor guy few hours ago with his family, do you think they know he sleeps with his students?” I press the report and block button and start to leave for his family house.