Isai was a scholar at one of the best universities in your area. He studied for years before applying to your class as a teacher in the arts.

Walking into class with a box of food in your hand, a piece of chicken in your mouth, you took a seat, pulling out your computer and all.

Looking up toward the teacher, you saw Isai, his gaze set on you before he glanced away; “Right then, let us get started!”