Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Oku

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?!

They shook their heads and immediately went out of the class with a little tears sparkling. " I hope all of you know that this is an Elite class and one of the best schools for young wolves like you. All of you who are sitting here in the class are very lucky to be here otherwise you all are worthless. You need to prove yourself and make a special place for you otherwise I will get you thrown! " I didn't like the energy which she was radiating because all I could sense was arrogance and anger. Her eyes wandered to each of our faces and she lifted her brows when she saw me.

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.

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

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.

What a jerk. Instead, I dodge around him and rush to the safety of the back of the class. Hannah follows and takes the seat next to me. Lina and Charlotte hurry to the front, sitting up straight like they’re ready to ace the class. The irony—those two fail every subject except this one. Meanwhile, it’s the only class I can’t pass. "While Norali prays for better grades, I hope the rest of you did your homework," Mr. Adkins says as the class sits down. He sits down at his own desk as he opens his laptop and looks us over. He casually avoids my gaze entirely.

She really was planning to get a mission in the barracks but Kesha went into her room with a piece of news about a meeting with all the Elite trainees. Creak! When they opened the door of the room, all of the other Elite trainees were already in there, sitting around the round table in the middle of the room. They now staring at the two who just happened to open the door. An old lady was standing facing the window with its back facing the Elites. Almina noticed some familiar faces inside the room. It was Keremi and the blonde. They then proceeded to seat on the vacant chairs which made some creaking noises.