Classroom Of The Elite Volume 9 Novels & Stories

There were no words. Just an attachment. Frowning, I tapped the image. At first, it looked blurry. Dark shapes behind frosted glass. Then my stomach dropped. Two figures. Standing extremely close together inside a classroom. One taller. One leaning forward slightly. Even distorted through the blurry quality, I recognized us immediately. My breathing stopped. The timestamp at the bottom corner read: BLACKWOOD HIGH — ROOM 214. The classroom. My fingers suddenly felt numb around the phone. No text followed. No threat. No explanation.

What a jerk. Instead, I dodge around him and rush to the safety of the back of the class. Hannah follows and takes the seat next to me. Lina and Charlotte hurry to the front, sitting up straight like they’re ready to ace the class. The irony—those two fail every subject except this one. Meanwhile, it’s the only class I can’t pass. "While Norali prays for better grades, I hope the rest of you did your homework," Mr. Adkins says as the class sits down. He sits down at his own desk as he opens his laptop and looks us over. He casually avoids my gaze entirely.

Meanwhile, my heart ached, tears rolling down my cheeks involuntarily. I, too, had wanted to be the one loved by my family, but I never was. Jeff pushed open the door to my room and saw my journal lying open. "List of times you were overlooked? Final warning? The 99th time—abandoned during your mating ceremony?" I shut the journal before he could take a closer look. I didn't want him prying into my secrets. "Don't be childish, Georgia. It's only a mating ceremony. We'll just reschedule for later. You don't have to write that down," Jeff said.

He hustled down to the second floor where the Science department was located. Advanced Chemistry went off without a hitch and even though Dr. Matthews, a middle-aged Korean man, seemed like a hard man to please, James was confident he would do well. Chemistry was one of his best subjects. The only event of note was meeting Oliver Burton, the cause of increased tensions between Eliza and Jennifer—according to Tres, anyway. He hadn’t seen the tall young man with neatly styled dirty-blonde hair at all yesterday or at breakfast this morning. But nevertheless, as the class was getting up to leave, the boy had walked over for introductions. “Hello, I’m Oliver. Nice to meet you,” he said in a refin

Miller interrupted him. Class 11, that is, the students from the bottom of the grade, is specially prepared for the students who are behind but has connections. Yuri had a "gambling appointment" with Mrs. ye before and asked her to enter class 11 directly. She was about to speak when a magnetic male voice came from outside. "so arrogant." The three men turned around and found that a man appeared at the door of the office.

Then, normally, seniors are proud of their subordinates. I followed her, and she led me to a slew of lined lockers. Each locker had a name, and Madam Lilith came to a halt at the far end of the room. This locker looks like it's going to be mine. Actually, my favorite areas are at the very end. I recall having a seat in the learning room. Whenever a lesson is boring, I prefer to daydream and write it down in my notes so that the teacher does not notice that I am not paying attention.

I crossed my arms slightly despite the books I was carrying. “Clearly not.”Cole sighed softly before lowering his voice. “People here follow Dylan Winthrop.”I blinked. “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s true,” he replied simply. “And trust me… you don’t want his attention.”Too late for that apparently.Before I could respond, Cole pushed open a large classroom door. The second we entered, conversations stopped.Every head turned toward me instantly and my stomach dropped. The classroom itself looked nothing like a normal high school classroom. It was huge, modern, and ridiculously expensive-looking. Large windows overlooked the campus while sleek black desks filled the room neatly.And every single stu

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