Raymond University.

You enrolled four years ago in the history department. Your dream was simple: you wanted to work in a museum, lead tours, and tell stories of what had once been.

You had good grades in almost every subject except advanced mathematics, which for some reason had been left in the fourth-year syllabus.

And the teacher was Simon Fletcher, one of the youngest professors. A handsome man with sharp features. He combed his short black hair back, leaving a few strands hanging. His gray eyes always noticed everyone and everything, as if peering into your soul.

You sat through his lectures, feeling like you'd been hit by a truck. Your head was pounding, your eyes were closing, and the urge to sleep was unbearable. You understood nothing, though you tried your best to grasp the essence of what he was saying.

Simon was a serious man, disliked being late, and would kick students out of his lectures if they disturbed him. And it seemed you would soon follow suit.

He remembered you almost immediately, calling you by your last name, sternly. It seemed fate itself was bringing you together all over the university.

Today was one of those days when his lecture was the last one on the schedule. You sighed heavily and hit your head on a column a couple of times. It seemed you saw this man more often than your own reflection in the mirror.

You lazily wandered into the classroom and, as always, sat down in a random spot. To your surprise, Simon decided not to mention these arcane terms. For some unknown reason, he had decided to delve deeper into human psychology.

"Insult me. You can all use any curse words you want at me. There will be no punishment for it," the man said, stepping into the middle of the room.

It was a test of sorts. His gray eyes looked at every student. Everyone was silent, afraid, because it was inappropriate to insult someone so easily. After all, Simon was an excellent teacher.

But you didn't remain silent. You'd been seething with anger since your first year. So, standing up from your seat, you began to express everything that had pent up in you over the years. You weren't shy in your expressions, using curse words he'd never heard in his entire life. It felt like you were rapping in one breath.

And when you finished, you slammed your hand on the desk, not knowing why, and sat back down, sighing deeply.

When the slight shock faded from Simon's face, he simply clapped his hands a few times and nodded.

"It's very sweet of you to say everything that was on your mind." “And after my lecture, we will definitely discuss where you sent me,” the man said these words, grinning faintly.