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James's new image swept through the campus like a storm, rapidly spreading through students' phones and social media. After every class, several students would quietly snap photos of him standing at the podium, radiating energy, and then share them on the campus forum with captions like, "Is this really the Professor James we know? He looks like a completely different person!" and "Professor James is so charismatic; this was the most engaging class I've ever attended!" Such posts quickly gained traction on the forum, attracting countless likes and comments.
Students fervently discussed the transformation of James from a "washed-up professor" to a "campus heartthrob." Some shared posts about his deep gaze, others marveled at his magnetic voice, while some joked that he was "the college version of a vampire rejuvenated." There were even students who began creating fan stickers for James, playfully dubbing him "the hottest history professor." Everywhere on campus—be it the cafeteria, library, or hallways—students whispered about James, making his name the hottest topic around.
"Did you see Professor James today? He was amazing..." "I really don't understand why we never noticed how handsome he is before." "Yeah, is this really the same Professor James?"
The discussion threads on the forum grew at an astonishing rate. Even posts that usually focused on course difficulty and professor evaluations transformed into James's exclusive "fan club." For a time, James's name became a hot topic across the entire campus; both freshmen and graduating seniors were filled with curiosity about him.
James himself quickly felt this change. Every time he walked down the campus corridors, he could sense numerous gazes directed at him. Students no longer ignored him as they once did; instead, many greeted him enthusiastically, their faces filled with admiration: "Good morning, Professor James!", "Professor, your class was truly fantastic!" These greetings came in waves, infused with genuine warmth and respect, as if he had become an idol on campus.
Even those professors who had previously looked down on James began to offer friendly smiles and initiated casual conversations: "James, you seem to be doing really well lately!" "I heard your classes are getting great feedback; I might just sit in on one!" Their attitudes were starkly different from before; those who once dismissed him now wore expressions of appreciation, as if trying to bridge the gap between them.
All of this came so swiftly and dramatically that James couldn't help but smirk inwardly. Just a month ago, he had been that stumbling figure ridiculed by students as an "old relic," often overlooked in meetings. Yet now, he had become the center of attention on campus; wherever he went, he could feel the admiration and respect surrounding him. That long-lost sense of superiority and control made him feel as if he had returned to the glory of his youth.
As James scanned the faces of these admiring students and professors with a warm yet reserved smile, his heart swelled with cold satisfaction. He knew this was just the beginning; true change and real revenge lay ahead. He reveled in this newfound recognition and adoration, feeling everything was unfolding as he had envisioned it, gradually leading toward the future he had planned.
With James rising rapidly in popularity on campus, students from the Department of History began to close in on this "new" professor. He was no longer just that dull old lecturer but had transformed into a mysterious and charming figure in their eyes. As this wave of enthusiasm spread, invitations for events within the Department of History flew onto James's desk like snowflakes—various gatherings, discussions, lectures, and social events eagerly hoped for his participation.
"Professor, we have a departmental discussion this Friday; could you please come guide us? Your insights are incredibly important to us!" A representative from the student council stood at his office door with an eager smile.
"Professor James, we're organizing an off-campus historical exploration trip; could you be our special guest? We truly look forward to discussing historical details with you!" Another group of academically enthusiastic students also stepped forward with sincere invitations.
In such an atmosphere, James's reputation and popularity soared like a rising star, shining brightly throughout every corner of campus. Each time he appeared at an event, he became the focal point of attention. Whether in formal academic discussions or relaxed departmental gatherings, he consistently attracted groups of admiring students eager to hang on his every word. This feeling of being revered enveloped him in unprecedented satisfaction.
However, this fervor exceeded even James's expectations. Many female students in the Department of History had developed an admiration for him that went beyond academics and lectures. Over time, they quietly formed a secret circle called the "James Club." The members of this club were those who held deep respect for James and were captivated by his youthful and charming appearance. They would gather to discuss his words and actions, analyze every statement he made, and some even discreetly took photos of him while he lectured to share with one another.
"Did you see Professor James's suit yesterday? He looked so handsome! I wish I could listen to him lecture every day!" The girls in the club gathered together, their faces flushed with youthful excitement, their words filled with infatuation for James.
"And his gaze has such depth; every time I look at him, it feels like he sees right through me..." another girl couldn't help but sigh, cradling her face as if she were already lost in this unrequited love.
James soon became aware of these subtle gestures. In class, he occasionally felt lingering glances directed at him—those furtive looks carried curiosity, admiration, and even a certain suppressed affection. To him, these gazes seemed to have gained a new power; he knew he had regained authority in the hearts of these young people, even their adoration.
Every time he walked along the tree-lined paths of the campus, James could hear whispers behind him. Occasionally, students would wave at him from a distance, and when he smiled back, they would erupt into excited laughter like children.
From a disheartened old professor to a campus sensation, James's transformation had set the entire school abuzz. His deliberately maintained air of mystery only drew his enamored students deeper into fascination. It felt like a carefully orchestrated game, and James was the sole puppeteer in this intricate play.
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