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

"Whoa, what's got you smiling like you won a lottery? Something amazing happen last night?" Haruto asked, taking his usual seat beside Aito. They were in the classroom, surrounded by lots of other students making noise. Hearing the words 'last night', Toshiro, whose seat was in front of Aito's turned around immediately. "Dude, did something happen? Did you bang someone?" he asked excitedly, leaning over Aito's desk. Aito's smile widened. He pushed Toshiro's face back, putting on a smug expression. "A true gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

Mejar Wang Said seriuosly and made the laughter louder . " Then , every problem had been settle . Class one , these four years let's study hard without worries to become a good doctors so we can help more and more people and cured many sickness ." Elina hold up her can drink too toast all her classmate and they toast her back with a high new spirits . The lunch become so lively after every problem were settle one after another with their conversation . Without Elina's knowledge , the soldiers are prising her for become a good leader to her classmates . She even help them to settle their family problems .

She smiled again before leaving the class. The old woman had already heard about Golden's schedule and had taken it into account. The other three girls in the class also left, but no one else came to the classroom. The only two students in the next class, the Poison Elemental Class, were Golden and Aizu. Furthermore, the next teacher was also late, so both of them were left alone in the classroom. They stood in silence until Aizu finally asked Golden. "So, you have a master. Is he a teacher of the academy?"

"Kutis-patay! Albino'ng Abnormal!" At pinag-hahagis siya ng kung anong-anong bagay. Ang tangi niyang magawa ay ang umiyak. Dumating si I-yoko, transferee galing ibang school... Ibang klaseng babae dahil halos lahat ng tumukso kay Jin, ay isa-isa niyang inupakan, kahit unang araw pa lang ni I-yoko, naprincipal office kaagad ang mga magulang niya.

The days waiting for school to open is finally coming to an end for Hayley. She has researched everything about the Shinrea High School of Elites, the list of achievements by the school, and its high honor students. It is said that the average grade for their students was A+ and she barely gets a B in her old school. Just how smart are those students there? Does this mean she needs to damn study harder than she already did? Grading kills students like her. Hayley got off her bed and head outside. In their living room, she sees Kenji scrolling through his phone fast. She scrunched up her face, wondering how he can read what's on his news feed if he scrolls so fast like that.

“Did your roommate try to sacrifice you to a dark god or anything? Some of them are weird.” “No, she’s quiet. Her name is Elara,” I replied, taking a piece of toast. “She seems fine.” “Elara is cool. A bit of a loner, but she’s one of the smartest hybrids in the school,” Jack explained between bites of sausage. “You ready for Albright’s class? Get ready to be bored to death.” “He’s not that bad,” Janet chimed in. “He just likes the sound of his own voice. The real problem is who else is in that class.” She subtly tilted her head toward the Aurora table.

It was deliberate, precise, and calculated. The seconds stretched endlessly. Fusayo’s pulse thumped in his ears. He looked around the classroom—everyone else was completely lost in prayer, unaware of the danger of the moment. They have no idea… no idea at all… Finally, with a measured motion, Mrs Ajayi straightened, buttoned her shirt with perfect calm, and concluded sharply, “Amen.” The room collectively opened their eyes. “You may start writing,” she said, her tone smooth, authoritative, masking everything she had just done.

Alex pov I’ve always known the Elites have their separate world, but being thrust into it felt surreal. They had their separate classes. The classrooms were decorated beautifully, rivaling most of the students' parlours at their various homes. The air condition, that's seen in only the staff offices where mounted all round the Elites quarters, plus everybody have their own personal system and seats that are permanently for you.

The more he avoided him, the more Ryo became suspicious. But Hiroshi couldn’t avoid him forever. As he drank alone in the bar, Ryo sat on the stool beside him. “She’s Ellie, isn’t she? Diwa Malaya.” Hiroshi did not need to answer him. The way his jaw dropped to the ground answered his question. “How did you know her, director Nakamura?” “We’re classmates in college. I was an exchange student back then.” “In film school?” “Yeah. She’s brilliant. As you have seen, she’s an exceptional writer, but she could also act. But for me, she’s a better filmmaker than an actress.” Hiroshi downed his drink and looked at Ryo.

He finishes eating and by that time, the bell rings again. So, he gets up and says- “Alright! I’ll do it too!” and he heads for his classroom. He knew which class he was going to be since there were spirits roaming around and he asked them for directions. When he reaches his classroom, he sees some Americans walking up the stairs. He ignores them and enters his class. “Oh… Cursed boy is here!” says one of the boys and everyone’s attention is turned to Akihiko. He then sees Ayame sitting in a corner and reading something while Mitsuru was talking to some other people in the classroom.