Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Volume 9

I sat in my hospital room shaking, my hands trembling on the grip of my crutch. I didn't notice the visitors at first. It wasn't until I tried to stand, needing the bathroom, that a girl in a white dress rushed forward to steady me. "Ada," she said, "we're Professor Julian Veil's students. I'm Sheila. We heard about your accident. Let me help you." I looked at her. Her face was soft and pretty, the kind of face people compared to a lily.

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

"I heard that sudden deaths can distort the face, but Sophia loved looking pretty. I'm sure she still looks beautiful now." With that, she eagerly lifted the white sheet. She wanted to expose me at my ugliest moment so that they would be horrified by how I looked. "Don't!" Joel shouted. He squeezed his eyes shut. He couldn't bring himself to look at the body. Just then, Yvette's scream pierced the air, "No! That's not Sophia!" Joel's eyes flew open. Beneath the sheet was the body of a man in his 50s or 60s.

We got to the elevator, got in, I pressed the button in the living room, the doors closed. -Is there anything you need to update me on regarding school? -I wanted to know. -Hmmm, you just have to know that there's a girl who thinks she's a big deal," I muttered. And what's even better is that the "máfia" boys are in the school, also seniors, only they are in a different classroom. That's just too bad.

Chapter 11 – The Intense Night The car arrived exactly at nine Black, silent, waiting at the corner of Noah’s street like it already knew he would come Noah stood by the window of his small apartment for several minutes before moving, hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket as his mind replayed the last week over and over again The classroom The questions The subtle smiles The way Professor Elliott could turn a simple lecture into a private conversation in a room full of people Noah exhaled slowly He grabbed his jacket and stepped outside

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.

Grahamsz press the button nine. “We’re heading to the library. It is much quieter there. Eight floor is the busiest among all the others because it is directly involved in the investigation of paranormal things that happen in the city. Even if you do not succeed on becoming an Elite, we can still work you as slaves for years.’’ “...” When the butler turned away, Ponjie showed a horrified look and mouthed, “What the hell was that?” Fruto shrugged and didn’t reply. They understood that whatever they say right now will reach the headmaster so they focused on storing all the information they received while making it seem that they do not care.

It is not so much jealousy, probably more recognition and longing. I check the clock. In a little while, students will spill out from their classes, so it is too late to sneak into the class. Instead I go down to the canteen and get a cup of coffee. From my usual seat at the outcast table I have a perfect view of the big room, and I see it immediately when Luca rounds the corner with the rest of the Elite. As usual Julie is not far away from him and I have to watch as they talk and laugh together.

Belle called a maid to serve them tea, and soon the couple were slowly sipping their tea gently. Still no one tried to discuss anything, and Arnold was beginning to get bored. Belle was unable to read Arnold's expression, since he was wearing a stoical face. She wasn't also comfortable with the two of them not saying anything and thought of something to discuss. She didn't know when things became like this, and it made her frown a bit. Taking the initiative to say something, she parted her lips slightly, while she twirled her small cup of tea, " So tell me how does it feels to be the next Alpha to a big pack like the Crescent Moon?"

No one informed me about this. As I finish my food one of the MIB went out of hiding and said "Miss Ella we can pack up your stuff. So you can go to your next class." I thank him and ungracefully stand up. I slung my messenger bag and went to my last class. My last class is like an auditorium. It's big. Slowly students are trinkling inside the room. The professor entered and he introduced himself as Professor Anderssen. He gave us a pop quiz to see how extensive our knowledge in Algebra.