Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Ln Volume 1

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?!

Chloe immediately walked to her classroom. She would rather not allow Elijah any time to question her about Leonidas and their long-past relationship. She felt his intense gaze on her as soon as she crossed the room. Even with the students being rowdy and running around, the atmosphere inside the classroom felt more welcoming than the world outside.

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 mean, he sleeps with them like it’s a hobby. And it’s annoying really.” “Wow.” “Let’s go to business class,” I said, rising to my feet with a stretch.. She nodded, and we both headed out together. *** In the private hall, Elena bent over and whispered, “Why aren’t all our classmates here?” “This is for the top ten wealthiest students,” I whispered back. Just then, Lucien and Kade walked in. I immediately grabbed my phone and checked my reflection on the screen—lip gloss still intact and my hair still perfect.

The sight made my stomach twist — not with jealousy exactly, but something close enough that I didn’t want to name it. Ronald lasted all of five minutes before his head hit the desk. I swear, that man could fall asleep during a thunderstorm. With him out cold and Mr. Bates still droning on, I gave up on pretending to take notes and ended up watching Elian instead. He looked… gentle and kind. His hair fell in soft brown waves that brushed just above his eyes — the kind of hair you want to touch without realizing it. There was a tiny necklace resting against his neck, catching the classroom light just enough to draw your eye.

I’d know the look he gave her anywhere. A sharp knock on wood echoes through the classroom, drawing everyone’s attention to the front, where a tall, dark-haired man stands, glaring out at us all with unique hazel eyes. “Page Seventy-five,” he orders, his voice stern and accented. Natalya quickly grabs her book and thumbs to the page. There’s an unusual atmosphere in this class. The unease in the air is palpable amongst all the students. Luigi. He sure as hell does command fear, as I can practically smell it seeping off of every student in the room.

He held a leather folio containing his metrics. Ms. Alvarez, a warm woman in her forties with kind eyes, greeted us. "Mr. Vance, Ms. Richards, come in!" The classroom was a cheerful chaos of low tables, construction paper, and the faint smell of clay and graham crackers. Luther’s eyes swept the room, instantly cataloging exits, potential safety hazards (a slightly wobbly bookshelf), and educational resources. He sat in a small chair at Keila’s table, his knees nearly at his chest, his posture rigid.

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