Classroom Of The Elite 2nd Year นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ammunition that’s enough for the whole US Army to go to war with Russia stares back at her. “How rich is your family?” Melina questions, seeing men load carts with AK-47s as she walks up a flight of stairs. “Enough for all future generations not to work,” Thomas replies, opening the door of an office, and Melina walks in. The office has glass windows all around, making it easy for whoever is inside to see what the men downstairs are doing. It has brown couches with a glass coffee table in the middle. They are all opposite the black desk and office chairs.

I slip past the teacher and into my chair next to Delilah thankfully class had not started yet. First class was a breeze with my extra knowledge and education growing up it was not too complicated and am thankful for the extra work my father required of me and the twins. I part with Delilah drop my books off to my locker and head to my second class I have with Karla who surprisingly is waiting at my locker for me . We head to elite defence class together I was surprised they had all supernaturals train together Karla explained that while it’s not a walk in the park the elite defence class was nothing in comparison

As a result, the teachers turned a blind eye to those who did not attend classes, especially in this particular class, which was considered the worst among the six classes in the senior year. The six classes in the senior year were arranged according to academic results, ranging from top to poor performers, with thirty students in each class. Class One students were basically all elites. In her previous life, Madelyn didn't understand why Forrest was always so mean to her. From the beginning of the school year until now, she had tried not to bother anyone. If someone treated her badly for no reason, she used to get angry and respond in kind. She had a quick temper, just like Forrest. But now

I asked for notes and she let me know the devastating news. “What? You mean there's no way to get notes?” I asked. She shook her head, “Sadly. Elites resume first, then people who paid to get in and then scholarship students.” She sighed. “I don't even have all the notes. I missed two weeks worth of class, and you missed…” “One month.” I completed with a scoff of disbelief. This was ridiculous. “What about the teachers? Can't we get notes from them?” She laughed bittterly. “Oh please, the teachers are puppets. They only care about the elites anyway. Only few of them are different. One might get lucky enough to meet them.” She explained.

I had just finished my plans to take revenge on Evie, but the moment I got off my plane, I got a call from the director of the orphanage. By the time the call ended, I stood there, frozen. Five black cars were parked outside the orphanage gates when I arrived. Before I could process anything, two men in dark suits escorted me inside. While I was still in a daze, an old man grabbed my hand tightly, his eyes filled with tears. "We've finally found you, my boy! It's been twenty years, but now this old bag of bones can die peacefully!"

Now they were here to discuss the future. And the enemy above them, Reo, the strongest second-year. Soi Kihyun, Class A’s calm tactician, adjusted his glasses, breaking the silence first. “Let’s get straight to it,” he said, his tone sharp and businesslike. “If the second-years move first, we’ll lose half the campus before lunch break.” He spread a rough sketch of the school map across a crate, marked with X’s and arrows. His handwriting was clean, deliberate like the man himself.

We all need a break. With most students having finished their classes and a few others returning from the field, the campus is bustling. Some bow in respect as they hurry past me, but no one pulls any tricks. Now that I think of it, Sheila and Maeve haven’t given me any trouble lately. They act as if I don’t exist, which works perfectly for me. I slow down in front of the Year 2 building and open the door to a long, empty hallway. The classes are grouped into A, B, C, and D.

I think that is something that we should discuss that over dinner” I explained. “But I’ve already had dinner” she said. “And so did I” I laughed. “I guess that we would just have to wait till dinner time tomorrow then.” I said. “That is so long from now, I’m so anxious to know. Can’t you tell me now?” she asked. “No, be patient Cara. Nothing bad ever comes from patience. I need to just think a bit before I make my final decision and tell you about what I want” I explained. “Okay, I’ll wait,” she said, opening the balcony doors as she walked outside. “It’s…it’s…it’s magical,” she said, losing herself in the starry night view of my manor. A view where the stars twinkled above and the city li

There she was, fidgeting with her hands; the same thing she did before she bombarded her for four hours. Ignis' shoulders slumped and his stomach turned. 'One term... With her... Jealous god...' *** After the morning assembly, Mariana, Ignis, and the others went back to their respective buildings to start classes. Class 2's room — Water Class 2, specifically — was on the first floor of the Elements Building, together with all the other Elements' first-years. The new students were busy chatting with each other as they walked to the Elements' hallway. Mariana, on the other hand, was busy admiring the building — something she had not done before.

I heard Levy screaming as she walked away. Mother of cow. I couldn't help but stare in awe as I saw our classroom. The walls were of cream color with intricate designs carved on each wall. There were large windows with the emblem of Claw, giving a faint ray of sunshine that brightens up the room. Three chandeliers are hanging above and there are six long tables. I immediately frowned upon realizing the fact that I can't cheat easily. "Move aside." A deep voice came from behind. Mother of cow! Don't tell me I'm inside a class with my CEO?!