Classroom Of The Elite Rating Novels & Stories

I felt the tension ripple through our class again. “You have all exceeded expectations in this test.” The Dean continued, “You’ve proven yourselves not only capable, but resilient, under scrutiny, sabotage, and disgraceful bias. That ends today.” Some teachers clapped quietly. Others looked away in shame. His eyes swept across the room, “If Class Eight scores higher than Class One in the upcoming semester exams and the next… you will officially be promoted to take their place. Top class. Top status. Full access to every elite resource this academy provides.”

“And what class are you in, oh mighty one?” “Class 2-1 of course, the Elite class. You might not know this sister dear, but your brother is one of the most popular guys in K-STAR High.” “Of course he is.” I mutter sarcastically, and we stop in front of my class. Two brunettes walk past with their arms linked and as soon as they spotted Jay, they blushed and hurried their steps. Giggling in excitement when he sent them winks. Rolling my eyes exaggeratedly, I gag. “I think am going to be sick.”

"I only brought you here to compete because I wanted you to join the elite class." "Why do I need to join an elite class?" Hayden snapped angrily. "My teacher told me that everyone in the elite class is super smart. I think you'd be happier if you went to study there instead," explained Shea. "Everyone there is the same as you. there was a place where I could be with people like me, I'm sure I'd be happy." Hayden wanted to retaliate, but he was thrown off by Shea's innocent, child-like face. He did not want to reprimand her, but he was worried that she would repeat the same thing again.

“Good! Good! That’s my daughter! Go! Put her in that class right now! As for that exam spot, it’s decided by ranking. Whoever refuses her is out!” With the chairman as my dad, everything moved fast. Ten minutes later, I stood at the door of the elite class. The homeroom teacher was a strict middle-aged woman named Olivia Lawson. Everyone called her the “Demon Headmistress.” She adjusted her glasses and looked me up and down. “Xena? I heard you came in through connections.” I had not even spoken a word when she added, “I don’t care who your father is. In my class, everything is based on performance. If you’re at the bottom of the next mock test, you’ll be out immediately.”

Another girl stepped forward. Then another. “Does he always have this many students around him?” I asked. Elena nodded. “Pretty much.” “Seriously?” “He’s popular.” “I can see that.” “He has one of the highest student satisfaction ratings in the faculty.” I blinked. “That’s a thing?” “It is.” “And he’s…good?” She looked at me as though I had asked whether the sky was blue. “You weren’t paying attention?” “I was.” “You literally admitted you weren’t.” “I changed my mind.”

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.

“Happy?” Stephen exhales and runs a hand through his hair. “What class?” “Adler’s.” “Shit,” he mutters. Exactly. “Yeah,” I say. “Shit.” For a moment, the tension between us eases slightly as reality sinks in. Then Stephen frowns again. “Okay, but why Ella?” I shrug. “Because she has the highest grade in the class.” He studies my face carefully. “You didn’t ask for her.” “No.”

"Chloe Greene, no recorded contributions. Recent unauthorized consumption of a critical medical asset. Rating: E-Class." He paused, then delivered the final, crushing verdict. "I'm sorry. Your clearance ratings are too low. You are not on the evacuation list."

A man with teeth too white, slicked-back hair, and a blazer over a V-neck. “Elliot,” Jace murmured next to her. “My best friend. Try not to punch him. Although I won’t blame you if you do.” Elliot came to his feet upon seeing them, arms opening wide as if he were the host of a late-night TV show. “Well, well, well. Look what the dog dragged in. And she’s a ten. Guess that class wasn’t entirely wasted.” Jace didn’t even flinch. “Very original, man. Shut up.”

As a result, the teachers turned a blind eye to those who did not attend classes, especially in this particular class, which was considered the worst among the six classes in the senior year. The six classes in the senior year were arranged according to academic results, ranging from top to poor performers, with thirty students in each class. Class One students were basically all elites. In her previous life, Madelyn didn't understand why Forrest was always so mean to her. From the beginning of the school year until now, she had tried not to bother anyone. If someone treated her badly for no reason, she used to get angry and respond in kind. She had a quick temper, just like Forrest. But now