Before the dismiss bell rang, a old-school dressed woman who wore a thick black framed glasses with tightly pulled hair rushed at the the classroom door. Amid her arrival, everyone in the classroom gasped at the same time.
“You are doomed, buddy. Dean came herself.”
I swallowed. I planned to sneak out after class but the enemy came unexpectedly, leaving me no chance to struggle!
The dean scanned the room with her sharp eyes and spotted on me very soon, “Mr. John, could you please follow me?”
The dean was a very strict woman. We assumed she was an old maid privately because she could not leash out her desire so she had to release her temper to the students.
Now you can imagine, I was so doomed because she knew that I announced in public that I was planning to woo a professor. Even I co
