Assassination Classroom Watch Novels & Stories

“He did nothing. It was that b*stard. That fatherless b*stard. I won’t allow my son to be punished for something that twat did.” “Mrs. Benson,” Arvan began, voice low as he took a step forward. It was now Jena’s turn to stumble backwards. “Each and every cl*ssroom in this school has a CCTV installed, now before you go on playing the victim, I’ll have you know that I watched the CCTV footages before coming here and I’m well aware that your son,” he pointed towards the boy who sheepishly lowered his head. “Had been the first to throw an attack.”

"Thank you, Headmaster Wilson. Every minute counts in cases like these. Can you show us the surveillance camera footage from the time of the incident?" "Of course," Headmaster Wilson replied, leading them to the security office. They gathered around the monitor as he pulled up the relevant footage. They watched the footage, hoping to catch a glimpse of the suspect. As they watched the footage, Braylon spotted a figure lurking near the entrance of the school. "Pause right there!" he exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "That person seems suspicious. Can we enhance the image for a better view?" Headmaster Wilson nodded and adjusted the settings to enhance the image. The suspect's face became cle

Mable looked at the phone handed to her by Blair and was confused. “What?” “Classroom surveillance video.” Mable’s eyes lit up as she took the phone. As expected of the great hacker Blackwood. He easily hacked into the school’s surveillance system in less than a minute. At that moment, in the classroom, Spike was holding Nicki’s hand as they stood on the podium. The teacher was introducing them to the other kids. After the introduction, the teacher asked the two kids to introduce themselves.

He was standing there blocking the door. "Really? Okay, I'm sorry, maybe it's some problem with my eyes. Anyway let me tell the principal and ask him to check the camera footage," he said, pointing at the camera on one corner of the classroom. I bit my lip, not knowing what to say or do. Then I heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming up the steps. Probably Mr. Keating. I pushed Asher out. He stumbled and almost fell back, yelping from the sudden shock. But then I grabbed his wrist and placed my other hand over his mouth. His pupils dilated as he looked into my eyes.

Sheilla interrogated me. "Yes." "Even though in medical school there is CCTV." I immediately glared. Shit! dead! Ouch, shame if all the teachers saw all that indecent treatment. I know the location of the CCTV room is in the principal's room. There is also, in the teacher's room, another in the picket room. "So, at that time, the teachers saw it?" "Hm .. if those who were in the room and paying attention would be visible, but at that time, it was teaching time." I breathed a sigh of relief. This way, the chances of the teacher who saw the indecent scene were one or two-three teachers.

When he finished, he looked from Natalie to me. "I request that this footage be played in court," I said. "It's surveillance from the honors classroom during the final month before exams. "Let's see what kind of students Ms. Martin's methods actually produced." The judge hesitated, glanced toward the clerk, then nodded. "I'll allow it. Play the footage." The screen lit up. It showed the classroom. At 6 a.m., all 40 students sat upright, backs straight, books open, reading aloud. Every page turned at the same moment, perfectly in sync, like they were one person. Their eyes were focused, but there was nothing behind them.

The mother asked. "Yes. Because if nothing is done, Someone who accept the fact that their child are the problem" Layla rolled her eyes at them. It didn't take long for someone from the security team to come up with the CCTV, he gently knocked on the door. "Come in" The principal said as he stepped in with the sd card. "This is what you asked for" The security said as he inserted the SD card into the laptop and played the previous scene of what happened in the class room and how it happened.

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

By the time I dropped them off at the preschool, I wanted to go home and take a nap, but there were things in the office that required my attention. I showered and changed in my room at the pack house before heading to my office. To my surprise, Zane was seated in front of my desk waiting for me. “Have the bids together already?” I asked. “I figured that would take at least a day.” “No. There were a couple incidents last night. I need to fill you in.” I gestured for him to continue as I took my own seat behind my desk. “That assassin, Marcus, he killed his cellmate last night.”

"Marcus is right. If I forgive you this easily, who knows whether you will make an even bigger scene next time." "Consider today a lesson. Reflect on yourself." After that, Ines stepped past me and went down the hill. I watched her figure grow farther away, my heart desolate. A self-mocking smile pulled at my lips until the tears fell. Was this the woman I had abandoned everything to marry? Arthur Weber, you really were blind. An hour later, the ambulance arrived. By then, I was almost unconscious from pain. The blood I vomited had stained a large patch of my shirt red.