Chapter 18 - Lecturing (1/2)
'I am fully prepared now, there isn't a question on visualisation that I can't answer now.'
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The large auditorium started to fill up with students as the clock hit 4pm and the professor could be seen sitting behind a tall table, sipping on a cup of tea. The students all seemed to be carrying cold and disinterested expressions as none of them truly wanted to attend this lecture, it was only because they failed in some subjects that they were forced by Haven to attend these supplementary classes.
No one had even heard of the professor that would be teaching them, he was a ghost in their eyes, someone that almost didn't exist. The professor before them seemed young and probably in his mid twenties, wearing an expensive grey suit and had a black overcoat hung on his chair. The professor also had fair skin, red eyes and brown hair.
From what one might think, the professor could be considered quite handsome, possessing a very aloof demeanour. One moment he would be sipping his tea, the next he would be staring at the ceiling, completely blank.
”Hey, Benny, this guy is our lecturer right?” A tough looking blond haired boy asked. The boy next to him on the row responded calmly, ”well if he isn't, who is?”
”Whatever, my combat is good enough already, what's the f.u.c.k.i.n.g point in learning theory? I AM PEAK RANK 2!” The blond haired boy shouted.
”Enough. Stand up and greet you new professor.” The red eyed man calmly spoke.
No one responded, they were all in their own worlds, pretending not to hear the words of the new professor. Disrespect could be summed up by the scene taking place here. No one made eye contact with the man, no one stood up, and no one greeted. A large class of failures as Haven would label it, since one had to fail at least 2 subjects to get forced into supplementary classes.
When living a life outside of Haven, people need to be prepared. So what if they know how to fight? They might only become a small time street enforcer if they go about living by their fists. Theory cannot be underestimated.
'These kids are so f.u.c.k.i.n.g disrespectful! If this was my household, they would have been beaten to death! I am gonna make them think twice before acting so high and mighty.' Simon thought to himself as he smirked.
”Hey, you over their!” Simon spoke as he pointed to the blond boy. ”What is your name?”
The blond haired boy stood up and giggled a bit. ”Why are you calling me out? You really have nothing better than to make an example out of me?” The blond haired boy laughed.
Simon suddenly gave the kid a piercing glare that dug straight into the latter's spine. ”You must be Liam Chen; loud, disrespectful, a rebel, unable to listen, egomaniac, terrible at theory... the list goes on, the last professor must have really hated you.” Simon chuckled.