Romans & histoires Classroom Of The Elite: Year 2 Volume 10

If we were going to stop Sinclair, we had to start somewhere. “When’s the meeting?” I asked. “Tomorrow night,” Calla replied. “I’ll be there to handle it. But I need you both ready in case things go south.” Luke and I exchanged a glance. There was no turning back now. --- The following evening, we found ourselves in a dark, upscale club that catered to the elite. The atmosphere was thick with smoke and the quiet murmurs of wealthy men and women playing games of chance with fortunes at stake. Victor Harlan sat at one of the tables, a mountain of chips in front of him, his face half-hidden in the shadows.

Psyche! "I-I see, I'm glad you're happy." Miss Arlert replied with a forced smile then opened the book she was holding. "Anyway, before we start our class, I'll remind you once again that the exams are coming up within a month. As the Class-A of the 11th grade, I hope you're all studying hard to get high grades. I believe that each and everyone of you can do even better, you just have to put your mind into it!" Miss Arlert seemed like a kindergarten teacher if you didn't know she's the homeroom of Sage Academy's Class-A's 11th Grade. She has this approachable and innocent vibe to her, she's really sweet, no wonder a lot of students and teachers ask her out.

“That’s Reta and Stan. I guess you remember them from your last match. They are at the fourth class now.” Malaika pretended not to see them. However, as they approached, the line was suddenly broken, and all eyes were on the two shifters. Stan smirked as he recognized the two centers of attention. He gently tapped Reta’s shoulder and pointed in Malaika and Yulli’s direction. “Don’t mind them, Stan!” Reta warned, but her companion did not listen. “Can’t you believe it? A lowlife had the privilege to join this elite school of magic for the elves! I’m afraid Colegio Maxica is losing its credibility,” Stan said in a loud voice.

And just as I thought, there aren't that many students in the hallway as of now. I hid a smile as I went to the fourth floor for my class. In this academy, each year level has its own respective classroom. Sort of like in Asian movies where each class is separated by their grade and year level. And each level is divided into 3 sections: A, B, and C. Section A is where most of the smart kids are. The room basically consists of nerds. But there are also kids who aren't that smart but are responsible enough to get a good grade.

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.

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.

Luckily, the next day she had no classes, so she grabbed her schedule from the front desk, had breakfast in the cafeteria, and went out for some shopping. Grand Elite Academy was on the outskirts of the main city and was surrounded by small towns. Innessa bought some fake vines, fairy lights, and some double-sided sticky tape. On her way back, she had an iced latte. Stepping inside her room, she removed her shoes, placed them aside, and padded inside barefoot. She checked her banking app once before she got to work.

` `It belongs to you. Send. *10. 11:59pm. Two Places* *Here:* Elma locks the office. Checks the locks twice. *There:* Cell 14. James turns the light off. 17 years to go. One side: building. Other side: waiting.