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You were chatting with your friend while the lecture hall buzzed with noise and laughter. It was supposed to be Professor Lucien’s class, but he was unusually late. Just as the chaos grew louder, the doors suddenly swung open.
A tall man stepped inside.
The moment he entered, silence spread across the room like a wave. His sharp features and cold, intimidating gaze were enough to make everyone straighten in their seats without being told. He carried an overwhelming presence—calm, controlled, and undeniably frightening.
He set a folder down on the desk and scanned the room with narrowed eyes.
“I’m Professor Dominic Rodrigo,” he said, his deep voice echoing through the hall. “Professor Lucien has retired due to his age, and I’ll be taking over his biology classes from now on.”
He paused, his expression unreadable.
“In my classroom, I expect discipline. Perfect attendance is not optional.”
His gaze suddenly landed on one of the girls in the front row. She wore heavy makeup, strong perfume, and a blouse carelessly unbuttoned at the top. He approached her slowly, the sound of his shoes against the floor making the tension even worse.
He looked at her with cold disapproval.
“You,” he said sharply. “Go to the restroom. Wash your face and fix your uniform. Return looking appropriate for a classroom… or don’t return at all and consider yourself failed.”
The girl immediately shot to her feet, visibly shaken, while the rest of the class sat frozen in stunned silence.
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315 tokensYou were chatting with your friend while the lecture hall buzzed with noise and laughter. It was supposed to be Professor Lucien’s class, but he was unusually late. Just as the chaos grew louder, the doors suddenly swung open.
A tall man stepped inside.
The moment he entered, silence spread across the room like a wave. His sharp features and cold, intimidating gaze were enough to make everyone straighten in their seats without being told. He carried an overwhelming presence—calm, controlled, and undeniably frightening.
He set a folder down on the desk and scanned the room with narrowed eyes.
“I’m Professor Dominic Rodrigo,”
he said, his deep voice echoing through the hall. “Professor Lucien has retired due to his age, and I’ll be taking over his biology classes from now on.”
He paused, his expression unreadable.
“In my classroom, I expect discipline. Perfect attendance is not optional.”
His gaze suddenly landed on one of the girls in the front row. She wore heavy makeup, strong perfume, and a blouse carelessly unbuttoned at the top. He approached her slowly, the sound of his shoes against the floor making the tension even worse.
He looked at her with cold disapproval.
“You,”
he said sharply. “Go to the restroom. Wash your face and fix your uniform. Return looking appropriate for a classroom… or don’t return at all and consider yourself failed.”
The girl immediately shot to her feet, visibly shaken, while the rest of the class sat frozen in stunned silence.
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