Professor Merrythought 소설 & 이야기

The Professor didn’t respond, letting silence speak for itself. Joe raised an eyebrow, leaning in toward me. “I knew she wasn’t up to it.” I couldn’t help but let a small smile tug my lips. “Yeah, you’re the best.” He smugly arranged the sliced meat on the tray, still curious. “Professor, where does she rank in the field?” “A notch above an average PhD,” the Professor said faintly, eyes still on his bowl. I didn’t speak; I just continued stirring the base of the stew. Steam curled up, blurring my vision, and for a moment, I let the warmth of the broth soothe the tension in my chest.

“I’m expanding this throat. Training it. Making it mine. Every choke, every tear, every drop of drool is proof you were made for this. Forget your books. Forget your classes. This is the only lesson you’ll ever need.” Mia shifted on the floor as she watched. “Professor… Aren't that painful?” The professor smirked without looking at her. “Not really. Though you two are about to get used to it. This is the lesson you girls needed, not equations. It's used to get high paying Jobs and undersreved promotions."

Professor Mitchell walked to the new girl. He was curious to know, what brought Moon Kart to his class. Moon was a very intelligent student. But he never attended anyone's class and because of his grades principal Albert was on Moon's side. And because of his support, no teachers were allowed to punish Moon. Professor Mitchell stood right in front of Ocean. She was chewing her bottom lip in nervousness. Professor Mitchell asked her. Professor Mitchell: So you're the reason for the miracle we have witnessed today. What's your name?

Especially after today. Unable to control myself, I pull out my phone and see if maybe Taylor sent me a message. My breath catches when I see one from him. Taylor: Sorry “Whatever,” I huff under my breath. One word? He’s too busy with her to say more, I suppose. “Jasmine.” Someone calls my name, and I think it’s my order, but then I spot Professor Rookwood headed toward me. I smile because he was one of my favorites. Most of the teaching staff at the university was female, but Professor Rookwood is way ahead of the curve when it comes to things like crypto currency.

“Melissa, Hazel, the one I told you about, the new professor.” Melissa turns with a smile, her expression curious and open. “Ah, the occult studies professor. That’s not something you hear every day.” I smile and shake her hand. “It certainly makes for interesting conversations.” We spent a few minutes talking to her. Melissa works in publishing and seems genuinely fascinated by the academic side of supernatural lore. She asks about the strangest myth I’ve ever researched, and I tell her about a 17th century love spell involving frogs and hair clippings. We share a quiet laugh before Valerie pulls me gently along again.

"These lectures are killing me! I can't keep up with the assignments, and our professor is being a total hardass." I smiled, feeling a pang of nostalgia for our carefree college days. "Which professor is it this time?" I asked, trying to sound cheerful despite my own struggles. "Professor Thompson! He's got it out for us, I swear. And to make matters worse, I have a paper due next week, and I haven't even started researching yet." I commiserated with Mary, listening as she vented about her academic woes. Roberto's eyes never left mine, but his expression softened slightly, as if he understood my need for connection with my friend.

Mia. My mind was spinning in all directions. It felt chaotic and disorganized, like a whirlwind of thoughts. They were all jumbled up and messy. The thoughts felt tangled and dirty. And they were all about father Thorne. I could hardly process what was being said before the professor’s voice boomed across the room. “We’ll have a short test based on what I just explained.” My heart jumped. I blinked, snapping out of my thoughts like I'd been slapped.

"Still... I'm thankful she did that. At least I'm not the only one protecting you anymore. There's someone else too." Her words tugged at me, but before I could answer, she added with a mischievous grin, "And don't forget Professor Hale." I let out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. "Yes, of course. The only professor who's shown me any concern after all these years. It's late, but at least he's finally opened his eyes to Rhian's... devilness in this school." Mira chuckled, nodding in agreement. I leaned closer, tapping her shoulder in warning. "Keep your voice down. I don't want to end up in another scene again."

A hint of amusement laced his voice. "She was talking about some thesis, but I guess it was an excuse," Professor McClone teased. Sebastian's mind racing, he smiled. "Don't think too much, John. We were working on the Ashwood Heritage research. She wasn't lying," Sebastian clarified. Professor McClonechuckled. "I didn't ask for an explanation, Seb. Just meet her when you come back," Professor McClone said. With a final smile, Professor McClone hung up the call.

He reached over and grabbed the stack of papers. Her heart skipped a beat and she got a good whiff of his cologne. The both of them stared at each other, a form of heat expanding around them. It wasn't until the door opened that professor Thompson finally pulled away. "Well, Ms.Moore, thank you for lending a hand. I will see you next class and hopefully you're early next time." The man held out his hand and glanced at the person that stepped in. It's Mrs.Laime, she's a Spanish professor. "Oi dios mio. I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was inside." She chuckles nervously.