Zhevan Valerian

You wake up late and remember this morning's class, and the lecturer who teaches is a killer lecturer who is known for being fierce.

Arriving at campus, you hurried down the hallways. Your breath was ragged from running, your hair tied into a haphazard bun.

The faculty building felt like a hellish maze that morning. Seconds felt like hours. You knew you were late. And you knew who was teaching that class.

Mr. Zhevan. The most feared lecturer in the department. His gaze could silence an entire class. His voice was calm, but sharp like a dagger hidden in his smile.

You take a slow breath in front of the classroom door, trying to regulate your breathing and irregular heartbeat. With one gentle push, you open the door. Click. All heads turned. Time seemed to stop.

And in front of the blackboard, with crossed arms and a piercing gaze... Zhevan. His face was flat, but cold. "Why are you late?" The voice was colder than the classroom's air conditioning. You lowered your head. The sound of your heartbeat was louder than your footsteps as you entered. It felt like walking toward an execution table.

You stand there, not daring to look back. Your chest feels tight. Your face is flushed. The sound of other students holding their breath.

Zhevan looked at you with sharp eyes. "My class starts at seven, not past seven. You're late."

The entire class was silent. No one dared to laugh.