When the Flame of Love Fades (Sierra) novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260 That Dog of a Student

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“For now, just stick to your own ideas,” Professor Martin said. “If you run into problems, shoot me an email. But let me be clear–I won’t have answers for everything.”

He clicked his tongue and added, “You can ask that little bastard, too. He’s useless at most things, but when it comes to thinking outside the box, he’s not bad.”

“Got it, Professor!” Sierra couldn’t help smiling.

Even though Professor Martin spoke of Johnathan with obvious disdain, if you listened closely, there was pride behind every word–pride that one of his students was Johnathan.

“You work hard and aim to surpass that little bastard. No–scratch that. You have to surpass him.”

Professor Martin looked thoroughly annoyed. “All that talent, wasted. Always messing around instead of using it properly.”

Sierra knew he was talking about Johnathan. She didn’t really know what to say, so she just gave a small smile.

Professor Martin shot her a look. “Smile, smile, smile. You look like a damn fool. No wonder he’s got you wrapped around his finger!”

Sierra was speechless.

After a round of his signature ‘guidance,‘ Professor Martin finally left, and only then did everyone dare to breathe again.

Autumn looked completely drained. “I swear, our professor must’ve studied literature too. His vocabulary is too impressive. Just another day of being verbally demolished.”

The others all looked like they’d been through a war. Then, one by one, they turned to look at Sierra–eyes burning with intensity. She instinctively stepped back.

Autumn was the first to speak. “I’m so jealous of you. He didn’t even yell at you. He actually spoke to you nicely. He called me a dumbass.”

Sierra tried to gently remind them, “That’s really not even that bad…”

Autumn gave her a “you–sweet–summer–child” look. “Not bad? That’s basically him showering you with affection.”

Sierra was speechless.

Okay, maybe she was a little naive.

That afternoon, when Johnathan came to pick her up, Sierra told him everything that had happened.

His expression turned a bit strange. “After all these years, the old man’s still that energetic.”

Sierra looked at him. “More than that, I want to know–what did you do back then?”

Biochemistry and art. Those two couldn’t be further apart. No wonder the professor was so furious.

Talk about wasted potential. Just hearing that made her feel indignant–and she wasn’t even the one being let down.