His Beloved Professor E 11

E 11

Alone in the classroom, Nian sank into his seat, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions.

Nian Anderson

(ran a hand through his hair)

Nian Anderson

(exhales heavily)

Nian Anderson

Why does it bother me so much ? (mumbles)

Nian Anderson

(staring at the empty desks before him)

A voice echoed in his mind, Professor Valentine's disappointed tone replaying over and over.

Valentine Sinclair

I'm disappointed... Every minute of this class is valuable.

Nian shook his head, trying to shake off the lingering sense of unease

Nian Anderson

I need to focus. I can't let this distract me.

But his thoughts kept drifting back to the encounter with Professor Valentine.

He felt a sense of guilt gnawing at him, a nagging voice reminding him of his responsibilities as a student.

Nian Anderson

I have to do better

Nian Anderson

I can't let this setback define me.

Nian Anderson

(takes a deep breath)

Nian Anderson

(opened his notebook and began reviewing his class notes)

As Nian sifted through his notes, a realization dawned on him like a sudden burst of clarity

Nian Anderson

( paused)

His pen was hovering over the page, as he confronted a truth he had been reluctant to acknowledge.

Nian Anderson

I seek Professor Valentine's recognition (mumbles)

The realization hit him with a jolt, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within him.

Nian Anderson

(wide eyes)

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