A Devil Professor

really disturbing

Chapter 7

Andreas Finley POV

I am feeling something different, and I don't like this feeling. It’s really disturbing and irritating to me.

That girl is disturbing and disobedient. She’s now on my list of bad students.

A bad student, for me, doesn’t mean someone who isn’t good at studying despite their hard work.

Bad students, for me, are those who break my rules.

Rule No.1: Never be late for class, not even by a minute.

Rule No. 2: Always be attentive in class.

Rule No. 3: Don’t behave like a nursery kid.

Rule No. 4: Don’t show lovey-dovey acts to others when you’re in college. You’re here to study, not to display your romantic interactions.

Rule No. 5: Don’t have any relationship with your teacher except a professional teacher-student relationship.

And this girl we’re talking about, Miss David, somehow managed to break nearly all my rules in just one day.

She disobeyed all except Rule No. 5. Maybe that’s why the mere mention of her name irritates me.

First, she came a full two minutes late to my class today. Then, she wasn’t interested in my lecture when I was discussing a very important topic. After that, she ran all over the place with her hair wild, being chased by her boyfriend, and then collided with me.

It’s very disappointing. As a medical student, she should carry herself better. Instead, she let her boyfriend push her around on a wheelchair meant for patients, flaunting their romance all over the college.

But wait, why is she asking about Miss David? Is she worried Miss David is a threat to her position as Mrs. Finley?

I smirked and said, “Why is that your concern? Who is she to me?”

Although I’ve never treated her as my wife, I’ve always pretended to be a good and caring husband so no one can question her position, as stated in the contract.

She looked at me and said, “It’s my concern because…”

She stopped mid-sentence, likely out of fear, as I glared at her with the promise of consequences if she dared say something against my will.

I pressed, “Because?”

At first, she didn’t respond, but after enduring my stare, she finally said, “Because she was in your office today.”

Damn. Yes, she was in my office, but how does that concern her?

I asked, “And then?”

She looked away and said, “She seems to have a crush on you, and you seem to care about her. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have helped her from falling.”

I squinted my eyes and said, “Mad freak. Don’t interfere with my students.”

She laughed, almost menacingly. “Why do you care about her so much?”

I couldn’t bear this woman anymore. I stood up, reached her, and with the speed of electricity, grabbed her by the neck. “Don’t interfere in my life where you’re not supposed to. Enjoy your place.”

And what is she babbling about—that I care for Miss David? I only helped her to avoid a fall. Does she think I’d care about someone so disobedient and irritating? She doesn’t even fit my taste.

Carsyn David POV

I’m finally back at the hostel. Although I’ve got my friend by my side, I still miss home so much. I can’t even put it into words.

All I want right now is to close my eyes and wake up five years later, taking my final MBBS exams. Haha, I’m so full of myself, aren’t I? But seriously, I just want to finish my studies as soon as possible.

I’ve already told my friends about my never-becoming husband. Their reactions were priceless: “ARE YOU SERIOUS? HE’S MARRIED?”

What the hell, guys! Of course, I know he’s married. I’m not saying I want to marry him. All I said is that I have a crush on him—or maybe something more than that. But if I ever got the chance… Haha, just kidding. I’ve still got my brain with me.

But honestly, watching him yesterday being so gentle with Rose, I couldn’t help but want more of him. Call me crazy if you want, but imagine someone like him being soft and caring only for you.

Ugh, Rose! I’m so jealous of that woman. And who wouldn’t be? She’s beautiful, well-behaved, and so gentle that she could make a girl want to turn lesbian—and she has my never-becoming husband as her long-claimed husband!

I’m going to skip the next class because, you know, girl problems.

Yes, my brilliant friends, you guessed it—periods.

Today is the second day. Along with cramps in my lower abdomen, I’m also dealing with a river of blood flowing every time I sneeze. To make matters worse, I’ve been sneezing nonstop since morning.

After this third class, I no longer have the strength to attend more. On top of everything, this irritating Leo keeps nagging me, asking what kind of cramp pain I’m experiencing.

Dude, are you serious? If I were as strong as Bruce Lee, I’d show him not only the pain of period cramps but also the pain of childbirth.

I’m walking back to my hostel like a zombie, but I keep feeling like someone is following me.

I think I’m just imagining things. Who the hell would follow me? But the feeling persists. I swear, it’s like someone’s watching me.

I glance around and see no one.

Suddenly, “Aaah!”

Someone grabs me by the hair. Before I can scream, they cover my mouth with their hand.

Why me?

I mean, why me? I haven’t borrowed money from anyone or done anything wrong.