Classroom Of The Elite Y2v6 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The elite class for young prodigies that Hayden attends at Central University was unlike any other ordinary elementary school. No matter how much money Avery had, she would not be able to enroll Layla there. Besides, Layla did not want to join an elite class anyway. She could not understand anything that Hayden was learning about, nor did she have any interest in it. When Mike led Layla out of the house and saw Elliot's car, he immediately froze in his tracks. Elliot's driver opened up the trunk to the car and brought out Mrs. Cooper's suitcases.

When her vision adjusted, she saw the tall figure of Elon standing at the doorway. He stepped closer, and Kelly lifted her chin, looking straight at him. "Did he order you to do this?" Her tone was eerily calm. If one listened carefully, there was even a hint of sorrow and resignation. She studied the man before her, and in return, he looked at her with nothing but contempt. Elon had been by Yves' side for the longest time. From the moment Yves had begun laying out his secret plans, Elon had been there, watching as he built his own empire step by step.

It was an encrypted ping from a server that shouldn't exist—a server we had watched burn to ash at the Vance Estate. "It can't be," I whispered, my heart rate spiking. Julian’s grip on my shoulders tightened. "The cleanup was absolute, Elara. We saw the Core disintegrate." I opened the file. It wasn't a virus, and it wasn't a threat. It was a video, time-stamped for today’s date, exactly one year after the fall of the Architect. The screen flickered, and my father’s face appeared. He looked younger here, his eyes bright with a spark I remembered from my childhood.

But under Elena's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He could only nod helplessly. Elena hurried out the door to catch the bus. Shaun wanted his driver to take her, but she declined, and he didn't insist. Brightsun Elite High School. Elena jogged all the way to her classroom. As soon as she stepped inside, she noticed some unusual glances. When she looked over, her classmates quickly lowered their heads, as if trying to hide something. Elena didn't pay much attention. She calmly walked to her seat and sat down.

A collective sound of yahh filled the room. “But don’t relax too much,” he added, dropping his bag on the desk. “ I'll be filling in for him” The whole class echoed “Noooo nooo” Ella leaned toward me immediately. “Your dream, must really be a revelation of the future, maybe after class he would ask you to wait behind and you would be clawing and sucking balls” “shut up Ella” trying hard to force a smile “Everybody,” Mr Victor continued, scanning the room, “take out any book you have.”

The doors closed. The car rose. --- The sixth floor was quiet. Carpeted halls. Soft lighting. The smell of money and silence. Room 612 was at the end of the hall. Lucien knocked. The door opened. Yuri Volkov stood in the doorway. Younger than his father. Thinner. His hair was dark, his eyes were cold, his hands were empty. "Elena Hart. Lucien Black. I've been expecting you." "Where is she?" "Your mother?"

“Eyes on me, Miss Voss. This is your real education.” The door suddenly opened. The other six men filed in silently; Victor, Jax, Zane, Thaniel, Rafe, Julian, all of them hard and watching with dark hunger. They’d been waiting. This was planned. “Class is now in session,” Victor announced. “Professor Crowe gets first rights tonight. The rest of us grade her performance.” What followed was pure, unhinged corruption.

Olivia had a frown on her face as she entered into the private elevator, leading to the private classrooms. "That arrogant jerk!" She grumbled, her face squeezing up, "Who does he think he is?" She finally pushed the knob, and the soft gliding sound of the glassy door could be heard as she entered into the class. The private classroom was totally different from their normal classrooms. There were three black plush swiveling chairs, with laptops on their tables. It was incredibly spacious and exuded grandeur. Inside this same classroom, there were three separate relaxation suites for the boys.

Hayes pushed Keona’s head, “Everyone knows you hate Professor Marcel, it’s obvious you would rather walk on fire than be in the same space with him.” Hayes made a lot of sense. I think I would tell Sir we should come in our separate cars. I can’t let rumors spread about us right now. “Whatever,” I said in a high-pitched sing-like voice as I took my seat. The first class went by slowly, and the second one came in. “You seem excited,” Keona bumped her shoulder with mine. “It’s my man’s class,” I whispered with excitement. “Must be nice to be in love,” Eveline scoffed as she made faces.