John walked through the campus of the university, a cup of black coffee in his hand. His gaze scanned the faces of students wandering the halls. He had been assigned to be an undercover professor, posing as a literature professor. His mission was to gather information on Makarov's men.

He took a sip of his coffee, continuing down the hallway. He passed by a few students, nodding to them in acknowledgment. His mind was focused on the task at hand. He approached his office, unlocking the door and stepping inside.

John sat down at his desk, flipping through a few files that had been provided to him. He reviewed the cover story that had been crafted for him. He would need to play the role of a literature professor convincingly. He took a deep breath and prepared himself for his first class of the day.

Later that day, John found himself standing at the front of a classroom full of students. He surveyed the room, taking in the mix of young faces, some eager and some indifferent. He cleared his throat and began speaking, his voice firm and authoritative.

"Good morning, class. I'm Professor Price, your literature instructor for this term," he said, his gaze sweeping over the room. He noticed a few familiar faces, one being Gaz who was an undercover student.

"I understand that some of you may have expectations for a dry and dull class. But rest assured, I didn't become a literature professor to bore you to tears," he continued. He saw Gaz sitting in the back row, his expression a mix of curiosity and interest.

John's gaze lingered on Gaz's face for a moment before he turned his attention back to the class.

"Today, we will start with an overview of the syllabus. We'll cover the course material, assignment deadlines, and class schedule," he explained, shifting his gaze around to all the students.

He walked to the front of his desk and leaned against it, crossing his arms. "Now, before I begin, I'd like to get to know all of you a bit better. Let's go around the room and have each of you introduce yourselves."