The Professor's DEATH

MORIM INSTITUTE: Their Second Encounter

KRINGG~ ~KRINGG~

I automatically opened my eyes upon hearing that sound. What a disturbance! I grab my phone above the lamp table on the left side of my bed and open it.

A welcoming message from the Morim Institute's Admission Office was the first thing I read this early in the morning.

To: Ms. Zero Wan

Good day!

We are happy to announce that you have qualified as one of the transferee at Morim Institute College of Education. We are looking forward on seeing you today at our school.

On behalf of Morim Institute, I would like to congratulate and welcome you to your journey as one of our thousand students.

Good luck!

Sincerely,

Rutherford Ulecia Yusuf
Admin
MORIM INSTITUTE ADMISSION OFFICE—College of Education

My eyes widened for a few seconds. "Seriously?" I murmured

A message from Calderon popped up and he says "See you there, Ms. Wan!" I typed my reply saying "Yeah you too, Mr. Darker."

I lazily got up from my bed. Today, I'm gonna be Zero Wan, not Kaorie Francheska. Undercover Agent 020 and 024 are now back for a mission.

"It's six o'clock" I said while looking at my watch. I went out of my room and looked out the window only to see no one.

"Shit!" I cursed and began walking around the house. I'm still thinking about what should I wear to cover up my identity. I wander around the living room, going around the coffee table, the chairs and the sofa. I sat on my light-blue sofa and began thinking deeply.

"Eureka!" I stood up from my seat then go back to my room.

It takes me 30 minutes to fixed myself. I mentally laughed at what I'm seeing while looking at the mirror.

Gone was my black straight hair for it was now replaced by a curly blonde messy hair. I now have my thick eyebrows and I put my black contact lens on to cover up my blue eyes. I also wore my thick eyeglass and put my braces on. Voila! I am now the nerdy Zero Wan.

I wear my flat doll shoes and a creased uniform that was sent to me by Mr. Wits' secretary.

Minutes passed, I just found myself standing in front of the huge gate and those big letters caught my attention.

'MORIM INSTITUTE'

"Good morning." I greeted the man who wears a school guard uniform with the same color as the students' uniform.

"I.D.?" He didn't bother to greet me back. I got my Identification Card and show it to him. He just nodded his head and let me in. He seems a bit annoyed and completely disgusted while looking at me but I don't care.

As soon as I step my feet on the ground, I was welcomed by the cold wind that embraces my whole-being. I blew out a deep sigh before I started walking in the hallway.

I had goosebumps when I felt their stares. Hundred pairs of eyes are now staring at me, watching every step I make. I got conscious but it was all fade away when I heard them murmured.

Judgemental stares,
Mocking laughs, this is bad.

I bow my head down and starts to walk as fast as I could. It took me 30 minutes to find my room.

Time Check - 7:35 a.m.

Am I late? Oh, so stupid of me!

Room 106 building 4. This is it!

I sighed deeply before entering.

"Good morning Prof and everyone, my name is Mist Edmundo---"

Damn, I'm doomed.

My Professor is a HE. Without looking in front, I sat on the vacant chair which is four steps near the sliding door.

"I'm neither blind nor a deaf. You are late, Ms." I gulped as soon as I heard that deep and cold baritone voice.

"I'm sorry, Prof." I said while looking at the floor. I tried my best not to sound sarcastic and I'm proud I did it.

"I do not tolerate late-comers, but since it's your first day I'll spare you for now." His voice filled the four-cornered room sending chills down to my spine.

"Thank you, Prof and I'm really sorry."

"Last please." He said

I stand from my seat as I said,

"Good morning. I'm Zero Wan, 22 years old." Truth is I'm already 25 but since I am under this fuckin' mission, I'll be 3 years younger than my age.

I immediately sat on my chair after saying those words.

"Too un-respectful." I heard him say. Well, I don't mind at all. If it wasn't for this mission, I'll surely be at my office or perhaps I'm out for a case.

Ugh, this life is boring. Maybe because I'm already done studying that's why I can't enjoy it now.

Whatever the reason is, I'm still sleepy and I want this day to end.

"What an ugly creature." Said by the man seating beside me. I unconsciously rolled my eyes at him. But of course, he cannot see it because of this thick eyeglass that I'm wearing.

I pretended not hearing him say those words. If you only knew. Tsk!

I looked in front only to see our Professor who is now standing in front of the class while writing something on the board.

His sexy penmanship automatically caught my attention.

'Froilan Arithmeticùs'

As he turned around, I got stunned as if I was mesmerized by his green eyes. His luscious heart-shape bloody red lips that looks inviting makes him look like a freaking Mt. Olympus God. A living Greek God. A gorgeous face plus a well-toned body that could make every woman drool. One word to describe him--Perfect.

"Class 4-A, I am Mr. Froilan Arithmeticùs, 26 years old and I will be your Professor." He smirked when his eyes met mine and from that moment, I knew I'm in danger.

"YOU?!" I mentally cursed myself for blabbering nonsense. He can't recognize me so I need to calm myself. My blood is boiling upon seeing this arrogant professor.

"Yes? What about me?" His brows furrows and his forehead creased for a moment.

"Said it again my heart's in motion, every word feels like a shooting sta—" I stopped singing when I saw him glaring at me.

"It was Terrified by Katherine McPhee, Professor." I almost laugh knowing how annoyed he is to me.

An unfamiliar emotion suddenly flashed into his face. I can't read it.

"Close your mouth if you will just gonna be talking nonsense, Ms." And so I did.

Argh, the audacity!

"It's already time, so class dismissed!" He announced

He then leave the room leaving me speechless. My eyes focused on the board.

'Froilan Arithmeticùs' I murmured.

What a nice name you got there, huh? Perfectly suits him well.