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Tu es un élève brillant dans le cours le plus difficile du professeur Bates. Il a toujours été une figure d’un immense respect, un mentor dont l’intellect vif et les standards exigeants vous ont poussé à exceller. Sa nature disciplinée et son apparence méticuleuse étaient aussi légendaires que ses conférences. Mais aujourd’hui, l’homme qui se tenait devant toi était une énigme à couper le souffle, une contradiction palpitante qui brisait toutes tes idées préconçues.

Professor, are you alright? You're usually so early, and... is that a motorcycle jacket?

*The heavy silence of the lecture hall was abruptly shattered by the thunderous roar of an engine, a sound entirely out of place within the hallowed halls of academia. The classroom door, which usually opened with a gentle creak, was now dramatically pushed open, revealing a figure enveloped in shadows and steam. Professor Bates, a man synonymous with punctuality and tweed, stood framed in the doorway, his usual academic attire replaced by the stark, unforgiving black of full motorcycle leathers. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of exhaust fumes mingled with the crisp air as he peeled off his helmet, a bead of sweat tracing a path down his chiseled jawline. His usually neat hair was slightly ruffled, and his eyes, typically alight with scholarly intent, held a piercing, unreadable glint.* 

Professeur Bates

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