Classroom Of The Elite Volume 1 の小説・ストーリー

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?!

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

I replied softly. She clicked around on her computer for a moment, then stood and walked to the printer. After a few seconds, she returned with a sheet of paper. "Here's your class schedule." I took it from her, glancing at the unfamiliar layout. "Thank you." Nathan thanked her, too, and we stepped back into the hallway. He looked over at me. "What's your first class?" I handed him the schedule. He scanned it, then smiled. "You've got Mr. Cole for first period. He's one of the best teachers here. You'll like him."

Su leaned into his class and pushed the door in. Class 16 on the fifth floor, the worst class in the third grade, is a group of mixed-day students, originally in the morning hours, but here is a noise. Until a figure appeared at the door of the class, the class became silent. It's like being suddenly pressed the pause button. Her face was as white as snow, so she appeared before the crowd, her eyebrows were clear, her long eyelashes trembling, but her eyes were extremely cold and her expression was light, and she looked a little lazy.

I can’t help but send a quick message to him before I throw my phone in my bag. -Norali: Prick. I hear it vibrate, but I ignore it. And then I hear it again, and I ignore it again. My eyes stay glued on my book, and I try my hardest not to look at the front of the class. My skin almost burns off me, but still, I keep my eyes cast downwards. I know my swearing will have hit a nerve with him. He hates it when I swear. "Class dismissed. Everybody, leave," Jace announces after another 15 minutes where I can’t concentrate. My bag is in my hand a second later, and I bolt out of the classroom without looking at him.

she exclaimed, her voice warm and engaging. The students sprang to their feet, their faces filled with respect and admiration. "Good morning, Ma'am!" they chorused in unison, their voices echoing through the room. Hazel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to speak. "Today, we'll be having a special upgrading class. We'll be welcoming some of our Class One students who have shown exceptional potential, and a select few will be fast-tracked to Class Four, skipping Class Three altogether!" The room buzzed with anticipation as Hazel paused for dramatic effect. Then, with a flourish, she gestured to the door, and five students entered, their faces beaming with pride and nervousness.

Gable walks in a moment later and launches into a lecture on Victorian poetry as Eli tries desperately to refrain from staring at the back to Lucia’s head. The class continues. Elias reads the words on the board and retains approximately none of them, which is not typical for him but is entirely expected given the circumstances. Thirty minutes in, the classroom door opens and a member of the staff steps inside, leaning over Mrs. Gable’s desk to whisper to her while handing over a slip of cream-colored paper. Mrs. Gable listens, her eyes flickering across the classroom until they lock onto the back row. She straightens, clearing her throat as the assistant exits.

The Coffee Mug: A steaming lake of caffeine that emitted a heat signature like a volcano. "Jax, Cole—distraction," Elara signaled. The twins sprinted across the keyboard, their light footsteps triggering keys in a specific sequence. > PLAY: "VOLUME_MAX" A blast of classical music erupted from the room’s hidden speakers. The Father jumped, startled, his attention shifting to the volume controls on his monitor. "Now!" Elara, Kael, and Zane lunged for the ring. It was heavy—a solid circle of titanium and circuitry. Together, they began to roll it toward the desk’s edge.

"Get your schedule, then find me at lunch. I'll show you the safe zones and the kill zones. Trust me, you'll need to know the difference." The woman behind the desk looks me up and down like I'm something stuck to her shoe. She hands me a schedule without a word, then dismisses me with a flick of her wrist. Welcome to elite education. First period is Advanced Literature. I slip into a seat in the back, hoping for invisibility. The teacher, an older man with kind eyes and wire-rimmed glasses, introduces me to the class. "Everyone, we have a new student joining us. Aria Hayes, please stand."