Classroom Of The Elite Episode 7 の小説・ストーリー

Chapter 11 – The Intense Night The car arrived exactly at nine Black, silent, waiting at the corner of Noah’s street like it already knew he would come Noah stood by the window of his small apartment for several minutes before moving, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket as his mind replayed the last week over and over again The classroom The questions The subtle smiles The way Professor Elliott could turn a simple lecture into a private conversation in a room full of people Noah exhaled slowly He grabbed his jacket and stepped outside

I immediately clicked on the link. As expected, someone had posted the incident that happened during the class earlier. People were arguing in the comments. [Isn’t Cindy the lead cheerleader? It’s obvious who he’s referring to.] [I remember that Cindy has a boyfriend. Isn’t this basically asking her to cheat? Who cares if he studied overseas?] [Wait a minute. Why do I recall someone else getting the exchange program slot instead of Jack? Let me look into it…] I gripped my phone as I narrowed my eyes.

“Ever since our previous Alpha passed away, we have been waiting for this moment, for you to sit on the Alpha’s throne.” “Alpha,” Another Elder said. “You have a great aura, one of royalty and positivity. Please take the throne, and lead our pack.” Jay looked at all of them, and with a weary heart, he nodded. ***** Eleanor continued to grin madly in class. Nobody wanted to be near her now, but she was truly enjoying it all. It was beyond her greatest desires - to birth such chaos with everything that she touched. All of a sudden, she heard the glass door open, and the principal's assistant walked in, asking, “Is Eleanor in this class?” All eyes turned to Eleanor herself. “The principal is ca

Adam said after the class was over for the day and I was preparing to go out. " Well,I think it's no need for that." I said calmly. " He just wanted to tutor me as I am the weakest student in his class. I don’t think you or Elizabeth or anyone should take the lesson with me as I lack the basics of the subject. It'll just kill your time and It'll also ruin my ability to understand him clearly." I looked at him with cold eyes and said calmly. Elizabeth seemed to be indifferent at what I said. She grabbed Adam's arms and left the room at once. Adam,who was both shocked and puzzled, didn’t say anything and left with Elizabeth quietly.

+=+=+ “Go home and do research on what I gave you and submit it next weekend via mail. Class dismissed.” Two hours later, the class ended, and everyone rushed out. The class was clear and pretty better than whatever his assistants tried to teach us. For the first time, it seemed as if a part of my brain cleared out to understand the course. I was going to ace the tests and exam from here on out.

LUTON PREP BOARDING SCHOOL MANHATTAN 11 YEARS AGO, TWO WEEKS BEFORE SPRING BREAK AND THE BENOIT AND DALTON CAR CRASH. “You’re late Elsida,” Professor Muton raises his eyebrow as she steps into the classroom. Students snicker and mumble incoherent words as she stalks to the only empty seat situated in front of the classroom. Her leg skids to a stop when she notices the occupant of the seat next to hers. Julien’s head is bowed, oblivious to the murmurs around him. His gaze rooted to the phone in his hands.

I would be seen as a frail, sickly clown who loved to show off. Meanwhile, Eira was a radiant goddess. When I returned to the dorm that evening, my roommates were cold toward me. One of them, Bonnie Lewis, said sarcastically, “Raine, you really made our class look ‘outstanding’ today. Anyone who didn’t know better would think our class deliberately sent a sickly wimp to challenge Eira.” I ignored her, climbed straight into bed, and pulled the curtain closed. In the darkness, I calmly reflected on everything that had happened today.

By the next morning, Starlight Elite Academy felt normal again. Too normal. Like the chaos from before had been neatly erased filed away and forgotten. But not by everyone. Ivy Morgan took her seat near the window, her gaze briefly drifting outside before returning to the classroom. The air felt different today. Expectant. Like something was about to happen. At the front, the instructor adjusted the digital board, his expression sharper than usual. “We’ll be doing something different today,” he announced.