Classroom Of The Elite Honami 소설 & 이야기

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

And if I do not become a doctor, no one will cure you of your absent-mindedness . - Enough "if"! Samantha grabbed Leah's arm and pulled her towards the classroom. She didn't really resist. They were in a hurry to the biology class. The teacher, Mr. Yamamoto, was of Japanese descent, so he was called "Kamikazde" behind his back. He got the nickname for a reason - Yamamoto was distinguished by rare dedication, and often took on the children's tricks, for which he received from the director. But the elderly Japanese was very kind, which his students often used. However, there was something that Kamikazde did not like very much - being late.

Damian stuck his chest out and proudly replied, "I'm here to pick up my granddaughter!" The person opposite him cast him a look of disbelief as usual and appraised him from top to bottom, as if he were an idiot. He probably thought that Damian had something wrong with his head. Soon, school time ended for Luna's class, Third Grade Alpha Class. Alpha class was a class for elite students with the best academic results. When Luna was admitted into the school, she managed to join the class by getting a high rank for her interview and written test results.

Pages begin flipping and quiet chatter fills the room. “Tonight’s homework will be discussing the anatomy of the human body. Everyone knows—” He suddenly stops mid-sentence. His bushy eyebrows furrow as his eyes glaze over. I frown in confusion. Then I notice something strange. The entire classroom has gone silent. I turn in my seat and look around. This class is mostly made up of wolves who are already linked to the pack. There’s only one other girl besides me who hasn’t linked yet. Everyone else has.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

Damian thought as he sighed. Their stage 4 instructor was a woman with pink long hair, nice body structure and wore a purple gown that hogged her body which showed her curves. "Damian, long time no see. How're you doing?" She asked as he replied, "I'm good, it's been a while Hayami." "Yeah, they brought miss monster into the frame" Kenji said as she replied angrily, "What did you just say!" "Nothing sir!" Kenji said as him and Gildart flinched when she screamed.

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.

It always broke their hearts, although she said it wasn't intentional, just that she couldn't be with someone she didn't love. Hugo and Noah entered the restaurant where the two girls were waiting for him. Noah had arranged for Hayami to meet him. Hayami looked at him, noticing he was a boy with black hair, just like his eyes. He was the same height as Noah. Hayami lightly bumped Isabel's elbow with his elbow. "He's even handsome." Hayami whispered, laughing softly, making Isabel's tension disappear a little. The two men approached the seated women. Noah couldn't help but stare at Hayami as she smiled; she looked very beautiful in her circular yellow dress.

“So, what class are you in? I have yet to look at the class list.” Nonchalantly, Hestia replied, “Class 2-2.” she then heard a gasp from the torah girl. “No, we got separated.” with a sad face, Excami entered the elevator with a pout. “Why, what class are you anyway?” the rookie undercover spy inquired.