Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251: You Have To Attend

(Myra’s POV)

’Ugh~ . I feel so drowsy today,’ I stifled a yawn as I widened my eyes even more, to focus on the board and the professor in front of me. I was having a hard time concentrating on the lecture. It is maybe because I woke up in the middle, last night. ’That damned unknown voice, keeps pestering me in my sleep.’

But, in this situation, I cannot do anything as I am seated in the center of the front row, my go to spot and the most noticeable place in the classroom.

On normal days, it helps me keep focus, I can listen to the lectures well, without any disturbance and I can see the board clearly. But today, every passing second feels like a millennium to me. ’Arghhh~ is it not ten thirty yet?’

I checked the time. It showed ten minutes past ten. ’Tsk ... there are still twenty minutes left. Why does Prof. Mitchell’s voice sound so discordant and nasally today? Has his voice always been like that or am I drained to the point that everything feels annoying?

The worst thing is, I can’t even slack off like my fellow classmates. And if I do even try something, Oswald Mitchell will surely be after my case.’ I was finding it hard to keep my eyes open, all of a sudden, I felt my phone vibrating.

’So, as I was saying, the core principle that managerial economists use to achieve the above purposes are~’ Prof. Mitchell’s voice echoed as he went on and on. Stealthily, I checked the message while, keeping an eye on him and his movements.

It was Yelena, her text said, "The lakeside has turned into a meet and greet venue, *blush emoji* * stifling laugh emoji*,"

’Meet and greet? Is some idol group visiting our college? I didn’t know,’ I was confused by her message as I replied with multiple question marks.

Her reply came immediately, "There are few drop dead gorgeous, total knock out guys, in here and the place, has been buzzing. Ahh~ ...... my eyes, they are blessed. They are debonair. Come as soon as the class is over, ahh~."

’Heh, here she goes again, with her obsession with ’gorgeous, handsome hunks.’ What is she onto this time? Guys, guys, guys .... What should I do with her,’ I scoffed reading her message. I was about to type in a reply but before I could do that, I heard someone calling for me.

I looked at the source of the voice and, right in front of me, there stood, Prof. Mitchell with his face all scrunched up. He bored his eyes at me with disapproval, as he crossed his arms and asked, "I have been calling for you Ms. Miracle. What is so interesting that you are scorning inside my class rather than listening to the lecture, Ms. Miracle? May I know?"

I instantly kept my phone hidden in the desk’s storage area and got up, "I did not scorn, Prof. Mitchell. I apologize."

"Ohh~ ... you did not?" this time, he scorned as he questioned, "So, what was I explaining earlier? Can you tell us all?" He put in the spotlight, ready to chew me alive.

I pursed my lips tightly and with a side glance, I saw Nigel poking fun at me while gesturing with a cut throat signal. His lip-sync said, ’You are so done for. You waterless, filthy fish.’

I ignored him and shifted my gaze back to the professor, as I started, "You were explaining to us, about the core principles used by managerial economists to achieve optimization of decision making and analyzing the possible effects and implications on it," I spoke, trying to sound confident, but my legs, they were shaking.

He gave me a look full of skepticism. With his tongue poking his inner cheek, he fired another question, "And was those principles? We already discussed the first two."

"The first principle is to monitor operations management and performance. The second is targeting and setting goals and the last one is talent management and development," I concluded, my voice clear.

He stared at me for quite a while and then exhaled a sigh, "Sit down and concentrate on the class or I will confiscate your phone. Or worse, I will give you a demerit point, got it," his words were full of warning as he turned around.

I nodded and settled inside my seat, my legs giving away. I could still feel my hands trembling. ’I just made yet another narrow escape from those damned demerit points. Thank goodness, I already memorized this topic earlier.’ I fist pumped internally.

Prof. Mitchell went about his business, but every now and then he would give me a brief stare. To be more specific, he was keeping an eye on me. Soon, the time was up and I thanked god, inside my head, "Finally ... thank god, it’s over.’

But my joy was short lived as Oswald Mitchell called out to me while holding a stack of books, "Ms. Miracle, come to my office in ten." His words were firm, which clearly meant he would chew me out.

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