Classroom Of The Elite Test Novels & Stories

I gave a poised smile, not acting overly flattered like the two of them. Why should my shoulders rise just because I used a little bit of my brain? Mr. Steve pushed the door open for me, and I walked inside. I didn't need to look back to see Nyran and Lycon's expressions. They must have looked as though they had swallowed a bitter lemon. I didn't know the question Mr. Steve asked them afterward, but the two fools entered the classroom a few minutes later. We took the test, which was mainly based on werewolf politics, just as the subject—Civil Education—suggested.

Every time she accidentally felt his sharp, ice-grey gaze sweep across the classroom, her heart would skip a violent beat. The sheer, suffocating pressure he carried as an elite man was simply too overwhelming. She felt as though she were sitting on thousands of tiny, sharp needles, and even basic breathing felt like a struggle. Finally… RING! The sharp echo of the school bell resonated throughout the room. The gruelling lecture was finally over. Elara secretly let out a long breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "...Finally," she whispered under her breath. She hurriedly packed her notebook and pen into her bag. Her only thought right now was simple: Run. Leave. Get as far away from t

"Good! That's wonderful! You're the top student in the entire school. At least our class still has one student left in the running—and the best one at that!" Then she turned and shouted at everyone else, "Look at Finley! Then look at yourselves!" The principal called, and Mrs. Williamson hurried off to answer her phone. The rest of the class stared at me. Only now did it fully register. "He got in and actually took the exam?" "Wait, was he the only one who made it? That's right. Lewis said he was the only one assigned to Eastbrook. He took a cab, so he wasn't late." One of the boys, David Compton, stood up from the steps and immediately demanded, "Finley, you knew all our test centers were i

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.”

Looking at the dejected students, he tried to explain. "These are from the study material of the entrance exams for the university that you will learn in the coming three years...and" he looked at Thea and smiled contently or rather proudly, "I don't think anyone in the entire school would be able to answer them correctly except for the hidden genius we have in our class.." Everyone shared glances. Could it be that even the untouchables won't be able to answer them? As if reading their minds, Mr. Yates added. "Yes...I showed the question paper to Aaron before coming here and he could only answer fifty percent of it..."

"From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes." An all-male classroom. The headmaster was trying to challenge her. And Elin wasn’t sure she liked where this was going nor did she have the time for it. " I fully trust your strategy headmaster. I believe that I won't be in a better situation if

(1982) “PLEASE, remained seated,” Mrs. Garson instructed when Clayton and Leedon’s section was about to leave the room. “Before we end our class, I want you to put all your bags on top of your desk!” The entire class immediately followed even their faces are full of wonder. “What’s wrong, Prof?” asked Barbara. “Someone told me that one of you here stole a test paper from my desk so I want to know who that person is.” When their professor said that, murmurs filled the room.

hours later. classes after classes occupy the rest of the day and the scariest thing about it is that the four elites surround us in every damn class, if another student sit next to us all they had to do was stand next to the table and the student will stand and crawl away, after what felt like hours of endless classes it was break time, Katty was nowhere to be found ,I walk faster and almost fall flat on my ass as my head hit something hard Ouch!!, Cole stands right at the entrance blocking it, he doesn't stare at me ,no .. doesn't even notice someone burged into him ,he's just staring ahead with anger and clenched fist

He also turned out to be a great teacher and at the end of his class, I was very satisfied. If we didn't have anymore classes today, I wouldn't be upset about it. I smiled as he finished teaching and walked away from the board. “See you all in the next class. Be on time. Miss my class and you get an F.” The elites started to murmur, some angrily, while some let out angry gasps. Patty and I amused exchanged glances. I guessed some elites did care about their grades. I turned back to look at Professor Cain, intrigued about how well he knew these kids and exactly how to rile them up.

Brandon Hawthorne said if I wanted to marry him, I had to prove I was tough enough to be a Hawthorne. He took my bank cards, ditched me in a city I'd never been to, and made me figure out how to get home alone. When my fever hit 104°F, he still refused to let the family doctor through the door. Instead, I had to smile through dinner with a house full of Hawthorne relatives while I could barely stay on my feet. And every time I finally asked Brandon for help, he looked at me like I'd failed him. "You can't even handle something this simple. How are you supposed to be my wife?" But when his childhood friend, Patty Rowan, got blisters from her shoes, he picked her up and carried her away