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Oh my God! What is he doing here?

His eyes surveyed the whole room and landed his gaze on me. I felt uneasy, I could not even focus on what the professor was saying.

All that matters to me is the fact that he was joining my class.

I mean, why and how?

How did he get into my class knowing that the school year would be over in a couple of months? I mean, though it was just a month since the semester had started, it was still the last semester. Was it really possible for a student to join the class late?

What about his thesis? Was...