Classroom Of The Elite Ayanokoji Novels & Stories

hours later. classes after classes occupy the rest of the day and the scariest thing about it is that the four elites surround us in every damn class, if another student sit next to us all they had to do was stand next to the table and the student will stand and crawl away, after what felt like hours of endless classes it was break time, Katty was nowhere to be found ,I walk faster and almost fall flat on my ass as my head hit something hard Ouch!!, Cole stands right at the entrance blocking it, he doesn't stare at me ,no .. doesn't even notice someone burged into him ,he's just staring ahead with anger and clenched fist

Hana quickly approached the table, took a notebook and read the name on the cover, 'Valdo, class 2-Superior Class' Ah, it's only right that Hana feels she's never seen his face. Naturally, because the superior class is a class that is inhabited by smart and outstanding students. They are people who are focused on studies and rarely get along with students from other classes. Hana decided to take the book with her, a smile suddenly forming on her lips at the thought that she had a reason to see the boy again. *** "What business are you here for?"

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

*"The first class by the right, last floor. I'm waiting. Two minutes, or else…" With my body on the line, I quickly move without delay. The entire floor is empty as I stride through. Goosebumps cram my skin as I arrive in front of the said classroom. At this point, I'm about to turn to leave when strong hands grab mine. Where on earth did he come from? Kiwor. Ayan’s right-hand man. Of course, he’s here! "Not so fast, pretty. Go on, he’s waiting," he motions, leaving me no choice.

I will get back to this when I have done a few homework. Teacher: Allow me to assist you too. Lisa: Thanks for your cooperation, Rin. Rin: As their teacher I have to take at least some responsibilities for their well being. Leave this to us. The two of you should focus on what's in front of you. Melinda: That's true. Being part of the Elite class is no longer going to be the same as what you have gone through in your old class. Kiri: Am I really fit for that class?

HIBARA THE SIGHT OF the classroom of Grade 10 Section I was very displeasing to the eyes. It made me grimace as soon as I stepped into the room with Major Vargas following behind. Not to mention, the noise that echoed in my ears was more than enough to pound my head. However, this bunch of annoying children can move like trained ninjas when a teacher is about to arrive. Everything, then, would be back to where it should be. A pale female with long hair walked towards us—our Class Monitor and my seatmate—Loiella Casis.

" Yeah. Because for Nana, all the gifts that his father gives to her are the best! She even made a box to store all of them! After that hearty conversation with her dad at breakfast, Nana excused herself and said that she needs to hurry to school or she'll be late for her first class. As Mr. Miyazaki watched the retreating figure of his daughter go, he can't help but shed a tear. "Aiyako... Look at our daughter, she's all grown up now." Sighing, he continued, "I wish, it could have been a little sooner though..." *** Hirosaki High, a prestigious school for young socialites who all came from different wealthy and well-known families all gathered here in this well-known institution.

He finishes eating and by that time, the bell rings again. So, he gets up and says- “Alright! I’ll do it too!” and he heads for his classroom. He knew which class he was going to be since there were spirits roaming around and he asked them for directions. When he reaches his classroom, he sees some Americans walking up the stairs. He ignores them and enters his class. “Oh… Cursed boy is here!” says one of the boys and everyone’s attention is turned to Akihiko. He then sees Ayame sitting in a corner and reading something while Mitsuru was talking to some other people in the classroom.

Bashira Yamazaki said. "No, let her be ummm, your name?". "Bashira Yamazaki. She is behaving funny and stupid. "Bashira... Can I Sasuke?". "Sure". "Well about this class, its noisy first of... " "Come on Sakiko" "You want him leaving" they murmured. "Let her speak please" he said hushing them. "Thanks, well there are lovely people in this class, everyone is lively, never boring, its a fun class, a cooperative class and finally, well honestly if I was to stay in class A for a week, I might fall ill, its so different and no fun".

It was deliberate, precise, and calculated. The seconds stretched endlessly. Fusayo’s pulse thumped in his ears. He looked around the classroom—everyone else was completely lost in prayer, unaware of the danger of the moment. They have no idea… no idea at all… Finally, with a measured motion, Mrs Ajayi straightened, buttoned her shirt with perfect calm, and concluded sharply, “Amen.” The room collectively opened their eyes. “You may start writing,” she said, her tone smooth, authoritative, masking everything she had just done.