Classroom Of The Elite Oku Novels & Stories

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

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?!

The midday sun blazed like an overzealous spotlight on a stage, casting long shadows across the kindergarten playground. A whistle blew, and the doors to Classroom 1-B flung open. Children tumbled out with the chaotic energy of a Wall Street opening bell, their laughter and shrieks echoing like a stampede of tiny investors. Amid the noise, one figure remained calm—composed, calculating. Takuto Kimura, age five, adjusted his invisible tie and leaned against the jungle gym with arms folded. His eyes, shaded beneath the brim of a snapback worn backwards with tactical precision, scanned the playground like a battlefield commander preparing for market war.

A girl looked coldly towards Su Hui, "this waste, can't let her in!" "Yes, I don't want to stay in a class with this waste!" said the Pingtou boy, who pulled out his cell phone and looked disgusted. "I want to tell my dad to get the waste out of the class!" "What, this is elite training, why would she agree to put this waste in?" "You can't hold on to the wall yourself, and you want to stop us, right?" “……” Such words filled the whole classroom, Su Hui looked down and smiled low.

The classroom was silent, the only sound the soft rustling of papers and the creaking of chairs. Pearl's bright blue eyes sparkled with curiosity as she listened to Mr. Daniel's explanation. Her slender, delicate features were set in a thoughtful expression, her long, curly brown hair cascading down her back like a rich, chestnut waterfall. She was the only one in the class who seemed to sense the underlying tension in Mr. Daniel's words, her eyes narrowing slightly as she picked up on the hint of deception.

It was the first good thing to happen to her since she set foot in this academy. Watching Brandon squirm made her entire morning feel significantly better. Shortly after, the first professor walked into the room. It was a standard, boring theory session. The teacher stood at the front, reading off slides in a monotonous voice, completely unbothered by the fact that half the class wasn't even paying attention. Many of the wealthy students were whispering among themselves, checking their phones, or doodle-sketching in their notebooks. Typical rich kids, Elara thought, rolling her eyes inwardly.

“We’ve got to set up some ground rules before we start. Obey the rules and no one gets hurt.” I hunched down in my seat as Leiah and her crew pranced to the front of the class. When Emery said the teachers for this class were difficult she should have said deadly. Why were they teaching this class? Leiah and Harlow stood in front of the class of about twenty omegas.

She's so easy to be with, there's nothing to be intimidate off. "Olivia, just let us eat, what they already prepared for us," so the butler's named Olivia. She nodded then get herself inside the kitchen. "As you pleased, misses," that's her last word. Valentin continue to walk, until she reach the elongated fancy table, with luxurious plates and cups placed in. She give herself a sit. I'm still standing a few inches from her. Valentin gave me a why-your-still-standing-there look. "Have a sit, miss Kane. Don't just stand there, come here, and sit beside me,"

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.