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

Stay. Eli opens his eyes. They are clear. He looks at Jonah. “I remember,” he says, and his voice breaks. “I remember everything.” Outside, the second classroom chimes as the wind hits its leaf roof. Inside, eighty-nine children learn how to ask instead of take. And on the living moss map, a new light blinks on, right where we are, brighter than the others. Not Duskbane. Home.

I opened my mouth once, then closed it again. If he wanted to tell me he would. Asking would only get me scolded so I decided to stay silent. When the SUV stopped, I looked out the window and my breath caught. Lights glowed against the night, music pulsing faintly through the walls. A suite. I couldn’t recognize the place but just from the ambience it was clear it was for the Elite. The driver stepped out first and came around to help Derek out. Pulling out his wheelchair and helping him get into it.

We aren't on the tourist strip; we’re moving through the high-end district where the elite play. Finally, we pull up to a massive black gated academy. This doesn't look like a school for kids; it’s a fortress of marble and ivy. Alec and Matteo guide us out and through the front gates. Inside, there’s a massive arrangement of red velvet seats facing a grand stage. It looks more like a theater for an award show than a school function for kids. People in tailored suits are bubbling around—parents and guardians who look like they belong to the group of elites that can buy Earth.

The hand-painted oil paintings that donned the walls were most likely originals by some famous Renaissance painters Arianna knew she couldn’t pronounce the names of. Everyone they passed had smiles on their faces, and as far as Arianna could tell, the smiles were all genuine. “Everyone looks so happy,” Arianna commented as Jesse continued to drag her deeper through the building. “Elite SA is like Disney World for the rich. There are a host of activities to participate in. There’s golf, tennis, yoga, you can get a massage, and there’s a casino where we host slot, poker, and Blackjack tournaments. What else? There’s a movie theater, a basketball and racquetball court, cricket, horses, an indoo

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.

Clara folded her hands in front of her chest, annoyed by Zio's comment. "At least, take off your sunglasses and give a smile!" he requested. Avoiding an argument, Clara took off her sunglasses and then got into the car. She sat in the back seat while Zio sat next to the driver. The car continued toward the CCR area, the premium area right in the middle of Singapore's city center. Freedy Lim owned a penthouse in the Holland Road area. The driver parked the car in the underground area. Then Clara followed Zio's steps toward an elevator. The transportation device inside the building took Clara to a Penthouse located on top of one of the tallest buildings in Singapore.

“Aren’t you scared of her?” “Why should I?” Cindy rolled her eyes, wondering what was so scary in that young simple-looking Suzy. “She is not a god to me, I a not scared of anyone in this class.” Cindy looked over at Suzy and Salsa. “So Salsa, everyone knows you won over Elle, so just wrap your boosting up and put them into your backpack, then if you leave this school you should dispose of it someplace suitable for you okay, let’s have total tranquillity here.” She finished and seeing that Salsa was pissed but speechless she returned to her seat.

It made Zach’s chest feel weirdly light, Sudan was slowly opening up to him. They packed their bags in silence, preparing for their first class of the day. Sudan moved around the room like he had the blueprint at the back of his while Zach fumbled around trying to find his missing notebook. “Dude, I swear this room eats my stuff,” Zach grumbled, crouching to peer under his bed. “Have you seen a black notebook anywhere?” Sudan bent down, reached beneath Zach’s pile of clothes, and pulled the notebook out without a word.