“What’s with all the commotion? We’re trying to have our lesson here!” shouted a female lecturer as she and her colleague stepped out of a neighboring laboratory in dissatisfaction.
Turning to face them, Quinlan then said, “It’s just Mr. Crawford… I asked Miss Swift to have a joint lesson with me since I wanted to get some teaching experience… Coincidentally, the period I chose clashes with Mr. Crawford’s class! This is honestly all my fault…”
“It really isn’t. Mr. Crawford’s just being inconsiderate! Just take the next lesson! There’s no need to make a mountain out of a molehill, is there?” said the other female colleague as both of them nodded in unison.
Straightening her hair, Marjorie then added, “Why don’t you return to your class first, Mr. Crawford?”
Hearing that, Gerald could only frown. He was very much aware that trying to argue with them wasn’t going to be worthwhile. What more, it would be imprudent of them as lecturers to create a mess here.
With that in mind, he placidly said, “…Let’s just go!”
As he began leading his students back to class, the students in the laboratory, in turn, immediately started an uproar.
“Yeah! Just leave already!”
“You’re all equally annoying mother*ckers! You hear?!” growled Tulip as she tossed her notebook to the ground before waving her two fists in the air.
After the small incident, Gerald earned the nickname, ‘Teacher Skitterbrook’ from the students.
Not that Gerald minded that sort of thing. After all, it didn’t really affect his observation on Tulip.
It wasn’t long after before Gerald realized the existence of secret undercurrents in the university. From what he managed to gather, a few groups of influential people were already plotting against Tulip again.
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