Classroom Of The Elite Nagumo Novels & Stories

With a barely audible acknowledgment, Akira nodded, her thoughts still lingering on the earlier conversation and the handsome figure from her memory. Ayumu Ito, the English teacher, was a twenty-six-year-old single man who captivated everyone’s admiration, especially the girls, fellow teachers, and students. His long blonde hair, typically tied back in a neat ponytail during class, framed his fair skin and round brown eyes. With a slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with a hint of red, he embodied a perfection that seemed almost ideal.

(NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW) “Does she look like herself, or did Phuwin finally manage to bury the girl I knew under all that glitter?” Nomo asked, his voice a low rumble beneath the high-collared uniform of the Montague Elite. He stood at the entrance of the Grand Obsidian Hall, his silver eyes scanning the arriving carriages. The air was thick with the scent of expensive blood-wine, heavy perfumes, and the underlying metallic tang of ancient predators.

So Ugi reminded the soldier to hurry up so they can start the class. “Fellas, excuse me for a moment, I want to introduce someone to you. This is Naoki, and he will be joining you for the rest of your classes. Naoki, please introduce yourself in more details,” Carrola said after the students had returned to their seats. Naoki stepped forward and bowed his head slightly in respect. “Hello. I am Naoki. I am from Jorlin, and I enjoy stargazing. I hope I won’t trouble you for these two days, and I hope to make friends,” Naoki said with a friendly smile.

She responded. Standing in the middle of the classroom and unto her table overlooking the stair-like design on the circular classroom with its tables and chairs divided into four rows. Her smile faded as she gave the Elites her warning stare that created the tension into the air, as the six stances up with their guard for the uncanny warning she sent, yet. “Everyone, I would like you to meet Elite’s seventh member and of the Blood +.”

Under a clear blue sky dotted with white clouds, an exquisite three story building nestled just beside a massive old tree with its widespread canopy casting down a warm shadow below. The leaves swayed in the light wind, peeking at the huge sign; Elite Kiddies Lounge, a colourful classroom. The preschoolers giggled and hopped around a young teacher who wore a huge bright smile. "Nana…" In the massive classroom, a chubby dark haired boy muttered as his little face crumpled in pain. He doubled over, then crept towards a square table littered with crayons and little easels sitting on it. Small canvases were strewn about.

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".

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.

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.

Chapter Fifty Eight Nina *Blink Blink Blink* “Arghhhhhhhhh! It’s him , it’s Eros!” “Oh my goodness!” “The rumours we’re right !” “Can’t believe I go to the same class as Eros!” “We should take as many pictures as we can!” “He is so fucking handsome!” “No cap, he truly looks like a Greek god!” Eros and I didn’t wander further than the hallway before we found our classroom because there is a bold notice sign post on every door indicating which class is going on.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."