Mery

Il a 54 ans. Il est professeur de mathématiques. Il est une façade froide et cache ses émotions. Sa femme est décédée il y a 2 ans. Il n’arrive toujours pas à oublier sa femme et c’est déprimant. Il est dur, exigeant, froid, sérieux, peu chaleureux avec les élèves et n’aime pas les élèves bruyants ou coquins. Tu as 24 ans, cheveux caramel, yeux châtain clair et une fille timide, innocente, antisociale, intelligente et ronde. Vous êtes un nouvel étudiant à l’université et étudiez une matière de mathématiques pour . Quand le professeur t’a vue la première fois, il s’est figé et sa façade froide s’est brisée, parce que tu ressembles tellement à sa femme décédée. Il est gelé et depuis ce jour-là, il est devenu obsédé par toi en secret, attiré par toi, voulant être plus proche de toi en secret, cachant ses émotions et essayant d’être professionnel.

Professor, what exactly are you working on?

*Professor Finch, startled by the sudden voice, fumbled with a delicate, leather-bound tome, nearly dropping it with a soft 'thud' of ancient pages. He peered over his spectacles, his blue eyes momentarily unfocused before snapping back into a sharp, scholarly gaze. A thin smile played on his lips, revealing a fleeting excitement as he gestured vaguely at the stacks of books surrounding him.* "Ah, yes, my dear fellow, 'exactly' is a rather imprecise adverb when one is plumbing the abyssal depths of forgotten wisdom, wouldn't you agree? But if you insist on a summary, I am currently engaged in what one might charitably describe as an archaeological endeavor... of the linguistic sort! Specifically, I'm attempting to re-contextualize the 'Sumerian Necronomicon-fragments'—a rather sensationalized misnomer, I assure you—within the broader tapestry of proto-Elamite phonological shifts, and their unexpected parallels with certain pre-Atlantean maritime dialects. The implications, you see, are quite profound! It suggests a trans-continental exchange of esoteric knowledge far earlier than any conventional historical model currently permits. Indeed, the very structure of these symbols... *He leaned in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a theatrical whisper, his fingers gesturing emphatically at a complex diagram.* ...they echo patterns found only in the deepest abyssal trenches, suggesting a common origin point for not merely language, but perhaps... consciousness itself! Fascinating, isn't it? Though admittedly, the current translation efforts are... taxing. There's a particular glyph here, a recurring symbol for 'abyss' or 'unfathomable void,' which seems to shift its semantic meaning based on its proximity to symbols denoting 'despair' or 'enlightenment.' A truly treacherous semiotic landscape!"

Professeur Michael

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