Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite

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Even the children of elites in NUAT are extremely intelligent. The dinner at the Skyline Club—an exclusive penthouse haunt where the air was thin and the commoners were invisible—had been a masterclass in elite damage control. It was far removed from the sirens and chants echoing at the university gates. The table was set with fine bone china and silver that gleamed under the crystal chandelier.

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.

I pulled Eleanor along but not before pushing out my tongue and showing of the face to Damien. ‘’Omg! Manners Cressida! What are you doing?’ My inner voice spoke in, scolding myself. We pushed through the mobbed hallways until reaching the classroom number 44. On entering, I saw how familiar it was to our classrooms on earth. The walls were painted with cream white colour. The ceiling had spotlights infused in it as they lightened the entire classroom. Vertical windows were lined up on the front wall, as we stepped in. Smart Board was attached on the wall at the right side of mine, instead of a white board or a black board. Quite high tech, I liked it.

I really can't concentrate on chemistry class so I start dozing off. Suddenly the doors of the classroom opens and our class teacher Ms Mathew, who is an elegant but stingy lady comes with a boy who is wearing the same school uniform, as ours, following her right behind. All the girls were mesmerized by his spendiferousness and were staring at him like a pack of wolves staring at its prey. The boys were just looking at him with envious eyes. They might really be taking him as an another competitor.All have different expressions on their faces, excluding me and Ren. When I looked at Ren, he was just checking his notes and not giving a damn about his surrounding.

Petra continue to chase us while calling His Highness. There were so many hallways we went through, room after room, it seemed like no boundaries. the man holding my hand continued to pull. After a long walk, we finally reached their fancy kitchen and dining table. It's very well made, and you don't seem to see a single mistake made of it. Very nice and wonderful to behold. It seems like a dream, to witness this kind of orbra maestra of a human creation. But surprisingly, I could not see a single person or assistant, only us in my sight. Very quiet surroundings, deafening silence embraced and greeted us.

Naomi arched her brow nonchalantly to see Sherry and her boyfriend, Johnson Kane, leading a group of so-called elites from Class A. They deliberately blocked the entry and refused to let her in. "Naomi, I have a piece of advice for you. You should just hurry up and return to Class F! Don't stay here and wait till you're cast away!" "That’s right! You should just leave!" "Our class doesn’t welcome you!" As soon as Sherry was done speaking, her boyfriend Johnson immediately incited the rest of the students from Class A into opposing her. Clarissa stayed out of trouble by staying in the classroom. She propped her chin on her hand as she leisurely watched her classmates attacking Naomi. Finally,

I say humbly. “Noah’s having his extra lesson at the moment, but if you come in, I’ll give you his bag.” I follow her into the empty classroom, which smells of wood and paint and Play-Doh. The assistant teacher, Ellen, is tidying away some plastic counters and she beams up at me. Ellen has a high-salaried husband in banking and is a great fan of five-star hotels. She reads the magazine every month and is always questioning me about the latest spa treatments and whether Dubai is over.

It was a jumble of shuffling feet, maxed-out voices, giggling, exaggerated laughter, door slams, and murmurs. However, through the conundrum caused by the school bell, which was seen in the hallways and premises, only one class remained gentle, like they didn't hear the bell, which was the favorite of any high school student. Class 2-B. The most disciplined class in the entire school and maybe the whole town. A title that wasn't earned because the students were of their best behavior innately, but was because of the grooming their homeroom teacher, Miss Elis, instilled in them.

" Hermm . The boys from the class also handsome and attractive ." " Don't you know ,this class had mostly from the rich and wealthy family . Few also are the young masters . " " So these are the seniors that the whole class enter the top hundred place in exam last year . Five of them are in the top ten . While there are many voices from the crowds , Elina's group walk steadily into the hall and under the first ,second and third year students they take the middle row and sit properly while speaking among them ignoring the whispers about them .