Classroom Of The Elite Y2v6 Novels & Stories

As the fight of Yman against the Noble Rat reached the peak, the meeting of the Elites was still ongoing. After explaining to the Elites about the current situation of the academy, Elder Paan proceeds on discussing the shaded individuals that could be seen displayed in the holographic screens at the end of the clips.

Madelyn was in Class Six at Ventrocloud High School, which was on the sixth floor. Students had a special elevator to use. The classes started at nine in the morning. When Madelyn arrived at her classroom, she saw some familiar faces, but she didn't know most of her classmates. The bell rang, signaling the start of class. Hurrying, she found her seat from memory. As she was about to put down her backpack, she noticed some students looking at her and whispering.

It felt more like a high court than a classroom. Only thirty of us had qualified for this elite track; names that would one day be signed at the bottom of international treaties. I took a seat in the center row, my black leather jacket a sharp, defiant contrast against the green velvet. I wasn't surprised to see Riven lounging in the back; his dark gaze was fixed on the ceiling, looking bored but entirely present. Dahlia and Elara sat nearby, sharp and attentive.

Gable walks in a moment later and launches into a lecture on Victorian poetry as Eli tries desperately to refrain from staring at the back to Lucia’s head. The class continues. Elias reads the words on the board and retains approximately none of them, which is not typical for him but is entirely expected given the circumstances. Thirty minutes in, the classroom door opens and a member of the staff steps inside, leaning over Mrs. Gable’s desk to whisper to her while handing over a slip of cream-colored paper. Mrs. Gable listens, her eyes flickering across the classroom until they lock onto the back row. She straightens, clearing her throat as the assistant exits.

As she fled down the empty corridor, a torrent of frantic, disbelieving curses poured through her head. What is wrong with the people in this school?! It's broad daylight! Broad! Daylight! If you want to do that kind of stuff, find yourself a private room, god damn it! Are they animals?! She couldn't believe her own bad luck. First her terrifying professor, and now catching one of the top elites making out in a public stairwell! Velmora Academy was quickly proving to be an absolute madhouse. Meanwhile, back in the quiet stairwell... The heavy sound of Elara’s retreating footsteps faded entirely, leaving behind an awkward silence.