ZAIJIAN HEWSON
The expression on Acir’s face was priceless.
She clearly wasn’t expecting for me to be her professor for repeat class as well. Acir stiffened before she could even see my face—just the sound of my voice and she’s squirming in her seat already.
I closed my eyes, shaking the feral thoughts that I had in mind.
Ms. Laurens, the Advanced Algorithms professor, personally asked me to take over her class. She resigned at Newford University due to a better offer at another academy. At first, I was hesitant, but when I found out that Acir’s name was on the list, I gladly grabbed the opportunity. Before she left, she talked to me about Acir’s grades. I was appalled by the fact that Acir wasn’t doing great as I thought. On her social media, she was having the time of her life. Whil
