Classroom Of The Elite Volume 0 Novels & Stories

The classroom wasn't just a room; it was a subterranean amphitheater. Tiers of smooth, cool stone steps fell away at a dizzying angle toward the center, and to either side dozens of small, organic desks and chairs seemed to grow from the floor itself. A faint tremor ran under Gilly’s feet as she tried to slip in unnoticed.

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

Classmates? I stared at Jenna Newson's face, my girlfriend of eight years, trying to find even a trace of joking in her expression. But there was nothing. She was serious, and... calm. I forced the corners of my mouth into something resembling a smile. The words "I was just kidding" that I wanted to say stuck in my throat. She called us classmates. Not even close enough to be called ordinary friends. I figured if the doctor hadn't called her, she probably wouldn't have come at all. But I didn't question her. I just smiled as if everything was normal.

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."

As expected, the very next day, the temperature kept rising from 85°F, to 95°F, to 105°F, to 115°F. I stayed in my room the whole time with the air-conditioning on, and didn't even feel too hot. Through the surveillance footage, I saw Iris arriving at Charles' doorstep in light, sheer clothing. She looked at the ice house with a greedy expression. "Wow, Charles, this place is so cool!" Charles raised his head proudly. "Of course! I can tell the future, you know?" Iris pouted in dissatisfaction. "Charles, why haven't you divorced that hag yet? I want to marry you sooner!"

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.

--- That afternoon. Ella sat quietly in an empty classroom reviewing lecture notes. The door suddenly slammed open. Several students entered. Two boys. Three girls. Known campus troublemakers. They walked directly toward her. Ella didn't even look up. A mocking laugh sounded. "So this is the abandoned daughter?" The leader grabbed her notebook. Then threw it onto the floor. Splash! A bottle of water followed. Her notes instantly became soaked. The classroom erupted with laughter. Outside the room. Bella watched from a distance.

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?!

“Come on, let me introduce you to the others.” They all entered the house and they realized that they were the last ones to arrive as soon as they stepped in. The girls: Cassiel, Cassandra, Amery, and Keila were seated at the center table while having tea. At the corner, Caspian and the other two noblemen that he saw at the coming-of-age ceremony were talking about the book in Caspian’s hand. “Guys, these are the last three members of the Elite Class. They were all children of our family’s most trusted vassal.” Arthur smiled as he walked towards the guys. “This is Kael, Mika and Dio.”

Hana quickly approached the table, took a notebook and read the name on the cover, 'Valdo, class 2-Superior Class' Ah, it's only right that Hana feels she's never seen his face. Naturally, because the superior class is a class that is inhabited by smart and outstanding students. They are people who are focused on studies and rarely get along with students from other classes. Hana decided to take the book with her, a smile suddenly forming on her lips at the thought that she had a reason to see the boy again. *** "What business are you here for?"