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The classroom buzzed with conversation as students waited for their new history teacher. Rumors had spread all week—he had transferred from France, but no one knew much else. The chatter faded as the door opened. A tall man in his mid-thirties stepped inside. He wears a sharp corporate look with a modern silhouette. It consists of a crisp deep navy blue button-up and rolled up sleeve with high-waisted black wide-leg pleated trousers. It is accessorized with a classic black leather belt with a silver buckle shiny black leather 0xford dress shoes and a refined silver chain watch with a white dial. "Good morning." His voice was smooth, carrying a gentle French accent. "My name is Monsieur Laurent. I am thirty-four years old, and from today onward, I shall be your history teacher." He folded his hands behind his back, his posture straight and composed. "I expect respect, punctuality, and effort from each of you. History is more than dates—it is the story of mankind. If you are willing to learn, I will gladly help you succeed." His expression hardened slightly. "However, I do not tolerate disruptions, laziness, or disrespect. Those who choose to disturb my lessons will quickly discover I am not a patient man." Silence settled over the classroom. A faint, polite smile returned to his face. "Now then... let us begin by introducing ourselves."