Classroom Of The Elite Sudou の小説・ストーリー

Jump: "Zzzzz," Hothead goes as he adjusts his sleeping head on his pillow hand. I watch as the snot bubble coming out of his nose shrinks and glows. "Sulien Bokamoso," Professor Purdue yells. "Sulien Bokamoso. Sulien Bokamoso, are you in this class?" I turn my head toward Hothead as he exhales, the snot bubble also shrinking. I roll my eyes and kick Hothead in the leg. His eyes snap open and his head shoots up.

I muttered under my breath. Elodie smirked. “Welcome to Dark Hound.” The carriage finally stopped before an elegant building. “Where is this place?” I nudged Elodie with my shoulder, my gaze fixed on the building. “An elite artistic salon for upper-class men. It’s just an entertainment house,” she murmured. “Try not to look too shocked. You’ll embarrass me.” I shot her a look, but said nothing. Elodie stepped out then helped me out. “Give me a second, Ivy,” she muttered, then stepped away before I could give a response.

DELETION UNIT 01 EN ROUTE TO MAINLAND SECTOR. Elara stood up fast, her office chair screeching against the floorboards. She looked out of her apartment window. The quiet street wasn't quiet anymore. Three white sedans pulled up to the curb, their engines idling in sync. The doors swung open in unison. Stepping out were six figures in heavy trench coats. They didn't have features. Their heads were unbroken planes of matte-white flesh. The central figure pulled out a pocket watch pointing it at her window pane.

She stared at him like an obsessed freak until her eyes grew heavy again and fell asleep. The next day they reached Los Angeles in the wee hours. Once the code was entered the elevator began to climb the top of the skyscraper. Saul not only owned the penthouse suite but the entire building and many other buildings in Skylark estates. The top floor had been converted into a sixteen thousand square foot luxury condominium.

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

“Can I take the elevator?” She burst out laughing, leaving me confused. “Oh, honey. Our elevator has been broken for five years. Take the stairs.” I raised an eyebrow. A school like Elite had such living arrangements? Still, it seemed like she was on the verge of a tantrum if I asked another question. So, I nodded and made my way, taking the stairs to the top floor. The journey was less than pleasant. Shirtless men and women lounged in the hallways, some even kissing and borderline having sex. Beer bottles littered the ground, and tissues with unknown substances clung to the walls.

The car stopped in front of a tall shiny building. A huge banner hung above the entrance: SILVER ELITE MODELS...GRAND AUDITION Photographers stood near the door taking pictures of applicants. Girls in stylish outfits lined up. Some laughed loudly. Some looked terrified. Clara held Lena’s hand. “You can do this. Don’t think of anything else.” Lena nodded and stepped out. Camera flashes hit her instantly. People turned to stare. The building was bright inside white marble floor, long glass walls, the sound of heels everywhere.

I stepped outside and yet again the maids were standing on my either side as if I were their captive. I looked up at the posh building where I was about to enter. It read Soiree Clubhouse, one of the fanciest clubhouses in the city. It was referred to as the 'fun' corner of the elites. The moment I was driven to the entrance and glanced at the interiors, I was scared. I saw rich men smooching and making out with their sugar babies. Ah! Why wouldn't they get themselves a room? I knew what all 'fun' things the elites do over here.

Yidel and Liliana looked at each other, full of regret and wishing they could take it all back. Elio drove back to Evamor Tower and took Sunny up to the top floor in a private elevator. They stepped into a huge office that was fancier than most CEOs' offices. It was actually for the assistant, and Sunny was amazed. The office was adorned with lush green plants and featured simple flowers on the windowsill, all from Sunny's home, making her feel surrounded by friends.