Classroom Of The Elite Who Does Ayanokoji End Up With Novels & Stories

Naomi arched her brow nonchalantly to see Sherry and her boyfriend, Johnson Kane, leading a group of so-called elites from Class A. They deliberately blocked the entry and refused to let her in. "Naomi, I have a piece of advice for you. You should just hurry up and return to Class F! Don't stay here and wait till you're cast away!" "That’s right! You should just leave!" "Our class doesn’t welcome you!" As soon as Sherry was done speaking, her boyfriend Johnson immediately incited the rest of the students from Class A into opposing her. Clarissa stayed out of trouble by staying in the classroom. She propped her chin on her hand as she leisurely watched her classmates attacking Naomi. Finally,

["Yes, I watched it. We were supposed to do a project on an iconic movie and what made it iconic in my media class in high school." ["I find it fascinating how humans are so paranoid to the point that you ruin yourselves and what you built up."] "Daisuke?" ["Yes, host?"] "Stop watching movies." ["When you stop doing your man, I will stop watching movies, though I don't think you will, with how little resistance you have for him."] "Where is Kenchiki?" ["He is waiting for you downstairs in the dining room."] "Good, I can leave without him seeing me." ["You are leaving?"]

The morning bell hasn’t even rung yet and the main elevator is already a sardine tin: fifteen students, two teachers, backpacks and briefcases crushing everyone together. The doors are just about to close when Rina slips in last, tiny pleated skirt barely covering her ass, lips still glossy from the stairwell blowbang she just gave half the soccer team. She smirks, smug, untouchable. Akira stands directly behind her, a tall, black uniform perfect expression carved from ice. No one notices his hand sliding past hips and elbows until his long fingers find the emergency stop button between floors 12 and 13.

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

“Wow! I really surprised to see our class’s quantity. Before the battle, this class was filled with a lot of students but now, I can see only 10 of us.” When I was wondering about the students who lost the battle, I saw someone approaching me. He had red long hair and green eyes. “Hello! Miss Mizuki. My name is Yuki Masaru. It’s a pleasure to be in the same class with you”. “Hi, it’s a pleasure for me too to be in the same class as yours”. “Considering that you are a commoner you have quite manners and are pretty polite”. “Well! I thought after defeating Lorain there won’t be any statuses and everyone will be equal”.

Ye Jun bluntly refused. "C'mon, make up your sad face." Mizu smiled, as if she couldn't believe it. "Don't be afraid, A class isn't terrible." "Yeah, that's good. Because in class A we will get the letters of the Alphabet." I said. For the first time, I agree with Mizu's opinion. "No!" cried Adnan. "The A class is the worst class among the others." He took a deep breath, then he looked at Mizu. "You can relax like this? Don't you know, it's a special class for outcasts with inhuman tasks."

Bashira Yamazaki said. "No, let her be ummm, your name?". "Bashira Yamazaki. She is behaving funny and stupid. "Bashira... Can I Sasuke?". "Sure". "Well about this class, its noisy first of... " "Come on Sakiko" "You want him leaving" they murmured. "Let her speak please" he said hushing them. "Thanks, well there are lovely people in this class, everyone is lively, never boring, its a fun class, a cooperative class and finally, well honestly if I was to stay in class A for a week, I might fall ill, its so different and no fun".

Look thinner or something that feels like a boulder over the head. I reassess the past two turns—two passes, really—with the missing piece in my head. And leave it to my fucked up brain to click that Ayame’s hit full maturity. Which is why the Yon are trying to use her as a door prize, and she needs support and guidance. Unlike the chuckleheads who clearly had it all as figured out as I had if last night was any indication. Sparing a mental thought for Tien, I hear his exasperated grunt in my head. ‘Finally!’

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

Nana could literally hear her classmates groan in frustration which the teacher only ignored and told them to prepare a pen and paper for the quiz. She finally sat down in her chair and also went picking up her pen and paper along with others. Like them. Nana hasn't reviewed her notes and is now panicking about what score might she get out of this. Suddenly remembering her newly-discovered power, what if she could use it to read her best friend's mind to fish out some answers from him? After all, Endo Hiroshi was known to be the student who aced the exams last semester and who is now the rank 1 in the overall ranking. Even Nana is not that smart compared to him.