NOVPUBChapter 1154: 524 Hunter_2 Chapter 1154: 524 Hunter_2 The other party’s sincerity moved her, she couldn’t afford not to respond, “Oh, I’m Aurora Morrison, from the philosophy department.”
Mega Wood paused, “That name is quite unique.”
Kelly Martinez laughed, “Because I love steamed fish.”
Angelica James beside her was speechless.
Is this a name a normal person would have?
Larisa Dankworth looked towards the door, her eyes lighting up: “Professor Gartia is here.”
Kelly instinctively turned her head to look.
The man entered with a briefcase.
As soon as he stepped into the classroom, all the noise abruptly stopped, and the large lecture hall fell silent.
The man was wearing a black trench coat, tall and straight like a pine or bamboo, his skin as fine and white as snow, yet not feminine at all, instead showing a deep resplendent glow, like beautiful jade.
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A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his high-bridged nose, he looked scholarly and elegant, and a spring breeze-like smile adorned his face.
He walked slowly towards the podium, every step seeming to tread on the hearts of the onlookers.
The excitement and eagerness were hidden behind the restrained eyes of the elite students.
Violetta Gartia reached the podium, glanced around with a smile, and said, “Thank you all for attending my class.
The number of attendees today has reached a new high.”
There were quite a few students sitting on the steps.
This was against the school rules, yet Gartia never expelled them.
Every student had the right to attend a lecture, no matter how the class was taught.
This tenderness was irresistible to the students and was completely different from those old-fashioned, pedantic male teachers.
“Before we officially start the class, let’s review the material from the last lesson.”
Violetta picked up the chalk and began to write on the blackboard.
In a low voice, Kelly asked, “Why doesn’t he take roll call?” Isn’t it a common thing in university?
In a whisper, Larisa replied: “Professor Gartia’s class has always been overcrowded, the roll call would be meaningless.
He never takes roll call, but he often picks students to answer questions.
You better revise what we learned last week, differential calculus since he will choose someone to derive formulas.”
Kelly looked at the paper full of symbols, her eyes blurred with confusion.
Gartia put down the chalk and turned to face the class.
Everyone avoided his gaze, either nervously lowering their heads or excitedly brightening their eyes.
While Kelly was trying to recall her meager mathematical knowledge, not expecting it to be of any use here and with hundreds of students in the lecture hall, she thought it would be impossible for Gartia to pick her.
But when one is unlucky, even drinking water can get stuck in the teeth.
“The girl in the purple coat in the last row, please come up.”
Lost in thought, Kelly didn’t notice at all.
It wasn’t until Larisa Dankworth nudged her arm that Kelly came back to reality.
All the students in the classroom had turned their attention to her, and she felt an overwhelming pressure.
Subconsciously, Kelly looked up at the man on the podium.
From across the room, she pointed at herself.
“Me?”
The man smiled and nodded: “Is there a problem, classmate?”
She was the only one in the last row wearing a purple coat.
Startled, Kelly laughed.
She had never regretted anything so much; why did she come to join the crowd?
Did this dog-man do this on purpose?
The distance from the podium to the last row must be at least ten meters.
Was she just too unlucky, or did this dog-man have excellent eyesight?
Everyone watched as the “lucky one” remained seated, stunned, as if she hadn’t heard Violetta’s words.
It was an honor to be chosen by Professor Gartia, but this student was showing disrespect!
Some students were already showing signs of dissatisfaction.
Larisa tugged her sleeve, “Classmate, Professor Gartia is calling you.”
Of course, Kelly heard it.
At this moment, she was considering whether to just walk away or go up and slap that dog-man.
With a calm look, she stood up, walking down the steps and towards the podium under the watchful eyes of countless students.
She heard a male voice saying, “This girl is beautiful.
Why haven’t I seen her before?”
The man stood on the podium, his gaze warm and steady, but anyone who knew him could see that his eyes, staring at the girl, were like a gradually emerging vortex, mysterious and dangerous.
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The teahouse had a tranquil atmosphere, with soft light music playing.
Outside the bead curtains, the sound of gently running water added elegance and poetic charm.
Aubree Groove hadn’t waited long when the wooden door opened, and Charlotte Aria walked in.
“Sorry, Ms.
Rinto, for keeping you waiting.”
Aubree played with a magnolia in the white porcelain vase on the table.
Its fragrance permeated the room, refreshing and elegant, and lingered for a long time.
