روايات وقصص ضمن Classroom Of The Elite Online

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?!

I mean Diego is currently with Melinda in the head office and as for your Mother and Father, do you know where they are? Kiri: I could use telepathy to contact them but I don't want to risk being tapped on our connection. Ban: I guess our only choice is to wait for a while. We sat through the whole class as Sir Drake read through some important rules and introductions on what we should be doing while on the course as elite students. He mentions a very interesting topic about how every once a while. Members of the elite class would present their skills in front of everyone else and fight one another as a friendly duel with no penalty and rewards. Just a presentation. Actually listening to him

I asked for notes and she let me know the devastating news. “What? You mean there's no way to get notes?” I asked. She shook her head, “Sadly. Elites resume first, then people who paid to get in and then scholarship students.” She sighed. “I don't even have all the notes. I missed two weeks worth of class, and you missed…” “One month.” I completed with a scoff of disbelief. This was ridiculous. “What about the teachers? Can't we get notes from them?” She laughed bittterly. “Oh please, the teachers are puppets. They only care about the elites anyway. Only few of them are different. One might get lucky enough to meet them.” She explained.

Charles says, “Please don't come close to my PA, I don't want anyone to corrupt her, she is a small girl, leave her alone,” Richard says, and he ended up with a phone conversation, and he walked to meet Clara in the private living room where she was learning office management online, he sat down beside her watching her, “do you understand all what they were teaching you online or you prefer to attend a class?“ Richard inquired, “I will catch up here, am following it gradually,” Clara says, and she concentrates on the online studies, and Richard couldn't concentrate on anything, he was going up and down,

I say. “I’m a genius,” he says. “Yes, my boy,” Elara answers. “You are.” *** Theo has settled in his classroom. His teacher and classmates were happy to see him, they were all around him, and he’d also been excited to see them. I’d expected Elara to feel the same too, but now that we’re on our way towards the penthouse — so I can drop her before going to office since she wants to work from home — I don’t think she’s all that happy.

Well, it must be because of the aphrodisiac. My body ached all over, especially my arm, where I had stabbed it. Once the grogginess lifted and my mind felt clearer, I pushed myself up to sit and checked if my bag was nearby. It was—placed neatly on the table beside the bed. I reached out and picked up my phone. The first thing I saw when I swiped up the lock screen was a social media post. WOW_SHOCKING: [Did Actress Antonette Madonna and CEO of Salvatore Corporation, Vercel Salvatore, break up?]

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.

Victoria The grand oak-paneled classroom of Madam Hannah's Luna Academy gleamed with early afternoon sunlight. The seven of us sat in a perfect semicircle facing our formidable instructor, whose ramrod-straight posture hadn't wavered once in the past hour. I'd positioned myself strategically away from Lilith's trio, who kept exchanging whispers and pointed glances in my direction.

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.