The System In My Head
Eyes for talent
Ben walked in the middle of the class towards the mature beauty, who was looking at him with a serious expression.
She could not help but once again scan him as an award. High heels with black leggings .. Combo black professional skirt suit with wide hips and slim waist... A white shirt peeked over the top that he could not button completely; the happy consequences created by the stretched hemisphere ...
Ben glanced at the beautiful curves of his body that were stretching the fabric in all the right areas, and wondered, 'Where did he even buy clothes of such an unnatural size?'
Then, he looked at her face, and had to admit that it was not inferior to her body. Although she was in her late 30s, she maintained herself with perfection, looking at least 10 years younger. Ben appreciates her delicate features and her reddish red lips, well framed by her blonde hair she wears in a professional bun. Then, there is the final touch - red glasses with a thick rectangular frame.
Some speculate that the glasses were a top-down government initiative to stimulate the agricultural industry because it caused its students to plant so many seeds...
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However, tissue paper has never been more fertile...
This professor is a stacked beautiful blonde, similar to Annabelle in that regard, but with a difference in detail. Unlike Annabelle's bright blue eyes, the professor's eyes were light blue, her cuteness creating an interesting contrast with her steadfast demeanor. Her hair was also straighter and a brighter honey blonde compared to Annabelle's wavy sandy blonde hair.
They both had extraordinary bodies, but that was where the similarities ended, as the professor had smaller, more refined facial features and an adult aura. That and the main difference of the original...
However, Ben and the other students prefer to be respectful, whenever possible using only his formal degree: a:
Primary assistant teacher...
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Power point professor...
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NYU marketing mascot...
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My life's reasons...
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annabelle's waist is not stooped, but this means business ...
It was arrogant, boasting of its prowess wherever he walked, and carried no prisoners ...
Many believe his career potential could reach the moon with such a powerful jet engine ...
Everybody knows that. No one in the faculty doubted the tenure was a done deal .. because in university management, there were no seats that he could not fill ...
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Heck, he might even drive that thing to the White House...
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I mean, the donkey ...
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With her brain on the spoils, and her body reaching in front of the professor, Ben forces himself to visualize Melissa McCarthy as the professor threatens to lift her academic pillar...
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"Mrs. Romero..." His voice was apathetic as he shifted his gaze from Ben to arranging his stack of papers. However, his French-Canadian accent also makes him set...
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Ben's beating. "Professor Tremblay.sorry I didn't go to class. It's a matter of life and death..."
He looked into Ben's eyes. When her female intuition tells her that she is not lying, she becomes a little interested, but that is not the place to pry. Moreover, this class did not judge his presence. "alright. The competition starts today. Good you came ..."
When he said that, he almost did it ...
Then, he pointed at the group of people behind. "Go join Lawrence's group there... They're short of one person." Finished speaking, he turned around and prepared to connect his laptop to the class projection system.
Ben took a few seconds to exchange eye contact with the main teaching assistant .. until the other teaching assistant arrived by his side and coughed. Glancing at Miyuki, she put on the most innocent smile she could muster...
He then walked to the group in the far corner of the classroom. As he passes through the ranks of students, Ben realizes that they have been divided into groups. When he approached the person assigned to him, he saw a commotion was going on...
"What are you doing?!?" The one who shouted was the one the professor appointed as Lawrence, a young man with good looks and split black hair.
He loomed over a 5-foot-tall little girl. His light brown hair was very short, pixie cut all along the eye with bangs touching his oval-framed sunglasses. She was slim, with humble curves, wearing a conservative dark blue sweater and a long skirt. If someone asks Ben, he has to admit that he's cute, but he's not his type. Instead of feelings, she inspires encouragement in people to protect her, like a little sister.
So when Lawrence yelled at him, Ben's first instinct was to frown. She saw the girl's brown eyes dim, her face paled, as she gripped the bottom of her sweater anxiously. His eyes darted around the room looking for a way out, but when he observed it was behind Lawrence, his face fell as his eyes moved to stare at the ground, hiding and despairing ...
He hesitated to speak. "I-i..."
"Speak! Say something!" Lawrence kept shouting.
His lips moved but words failed to come out... His eyes began to glaze...
"Explain yourself!" He did not care about his reaction... The other women and men who surrounded them also did not. They stood there with their arms crossed, putting even further pressure on him.
Watching all this, memories flow into Ben's mind.Memories of him being bullied and booed...
That's when he knew he was going to step in and help her.
Then, when he saw the horizontal scar peeking from the sleeves on the tiny girl's fragile wrist, that was when he became furious! "Hey loser! Shutup! And stay away from him!"
