Classroom Of The Elite Ln Volume 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

Without the core encryption key, that system would not last three minutes in a code-combat test. I took a cab to the airport and sat in the waiting area, watching planes lift into the sky beyond the window. My phone stayed quiet. Victor was probably still basking in the joy of thinking he was about to win a billion-dollar contract. He had no time to bother with me. I opened my tablet and logged into the internal livestream of the bidding venue. On the screen, Sophie was standing onstage, speaking smoothly through the PowerPoint. Victor sat in the first row below, gazing at her with admiration.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

Ceremonial. Elowyn stood near the edge of the crowd, her fingers trembling lightly as she thought of the flask in her bag. One sip left. Just one. The platform ahead rose slowly. Two instructors stood on it — one broad-shouldered with a bronze neck cuff, and one tall and severe with silver beads in his braids. “Welcome to the first Scenting Class of the semester,” the tall instructor said. His voice echoed, firm and precise. “This is where the truth of who you are will be revealed....”

“Act normal. We’ll find moments.” Riley nodded, throat tight. “I love how you make me feel. Even when it’s terrifying.” Elena’s eyes softened. “I feel it too. More than I should.” Monday’s lecture was pure agony. Elena looked composed and professional, but Riley caught the subtle signs ... .the way her gaze lingered, the slight flush when their eyes met. Riley sat in her usual seat, thighs pressed together, remembering every thrust, every moan from the cabin. After class, a single text: “My office. Twenty minutes. The door will be unlocked.”

Lennon followed, legs moving on autopilot. The door closed behind them with a soft, final thud that made Lennon jump. The classroom smelled like chalk dust. Desks arranged in neat rows, a faded periodic table on the wall. Richard stood near the teacher’s desk, back straight, hands clasped behind him like he was addressing a subordinate who had already disappointed him. He didn’t sit. Neither did Lennon. “You received a C in economics,” Richard said without preamble, voice low and precise, every word measured to cut. Lennon stared at the floor. *Oh. It was about that.* He didn’t know whether to be relieved or not.

"You are the CEO of Carnegie Shipping now. You earned your respect, Elena." Before Elena could reply, the classroom doors swung open. A wave of four-year-olds in neat little blazers came marching out in a line. Right near the front was Leo. The moment his big eyes found Elena, his entire face lit up. He broke away from the line, his little backpack bouncing wildly against his shoulders as he sprinted across the polished floor. "Mommy! Mommy!" Leo squealed at the top of his lungs, drawing smiles from the nearby teachers. He threw himself forward, wrapping his tiny arms around Elena’s knees.

When I opened the door to Room 1005, I almost thought I had walked into a club. The entire room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the dim glow of chandeliers—an elegant attempt to heighten the atmosphere. And, of course, people were flirting everywhere. I thought my entrance would go unnoticed, but a figure suddenly stepped in front of me. “Madam,” a low voice said. I looked up. He was tall and muscular, built like a giant. I knew him. He was Vercel's right-hand man and bodyguard.

Patricia said. The classroom was on the third floor, north-facing. Elena saw this when she walked in and felt something move through her that she filed for later — the north light, the same north light, finding her even here, even away from the penthouse and the room on the third floor and all of it. As if it was the one consistent thing in the current composition of her life. Sixteen students.