Regressor With A Billionaire System

Emily Anderson

As I contemplated and wondered when I would finally get to see the girls, my attention was brought back to the class, when the lecturer walked in.

He was a man of average height, and blonde hair of medium length. He looked to be very young and if I didn’t know any better, I would consider him to be one of the older students in the university.

He was dressed in a suit, and looked very smart from head to toe. He wore black shoes that looked like they’d been polished to perfection, and they had a shine to them.

I guessed that he was probably in his early thirties, and I was impressed when I saw his demeanor, he looked to be doing very well for himself.

The whole class quieted as he mounted the podium, and he picked up the microphone and spoke.

“Good day everyone,” he said, and his voice echoed across the room. The microphone was connected to speakers mounted at all corners of the classroom, so we would have no problems hearing the lecturer.

I was impressed by the infrastructure of the cl