Elite Of Classroom 소설 & 이야기

Elin said remembering how he had practically barged in on them lecturing her uncle about sheltering her too much. Granted, they were friends since back from their academy days. But still very few people could talk to the king like that. "From the grades of the test you passed, it was impossible to place you in a normal class, because it will be wasting your time. We put you in the elite classroom, it’s a class reserved for our most talented students. they are all male students, but I'm sure that you'll be at ease with them, they're wonderful gentlemen and you'll get along well. Of course, you'll have the chance to meet female students in the manners, music, art, and dance classes."

She explained. We couldn't say anything more before the door opened and students, elites started pouring in, heading to the front seats. Huh? Obviously they came to class whenever they liked. I was going to ask Patty about that before the door opened again and a teacher walked in. He looked scared, like he wanted to be anywhere else. He was scared of the elites, I realized. He had to be a bottom elite. Layla talked about them. They were the least rich ones in Upper Class society and had little to no authority or control over the others.

Mauve’s protests were quickly softened by Sephie’s coaxing, until she sat tied once more to the chair. Nicholas folded his hands, voice sharp and commanding. “Listen carefully. Save your questions for the end. Understood?” Mauve, sulking, gave a small nod. “Elite is a parallel dimension of Earth,” Nicholas began. “It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.”

Lucian didn’t believe in instinct. But something about this— Something refused to settle. Across the city, Elena stood in the doorway of a quiet classroom, watching. Eli sat at a small table near the window, surrounded by children his age, though he clearly didn’t belong among them—not in the way they thought, not in the way they processed the world. His teacher was speaking, explaining something simple. Eli was already finished. Elena could tell by the way his fingers tapped lightly against the table, his attention drifting toward the mechanical model sitting untouched in the corner.

I turned to leave the room when the sight of the uniform caught my eye. "Wow, why is this uniform so beautiful?" I wondered aloud, picking it up and admiring its exquisite material. "It's because Elite is a school meant for royals and high-ranking individuals, so their uniforms are of top quality," one of the guards explained. I gave him a skeptical glance before placing the uniform back on the table. I couldn't understand why people held this school in such high regard, but I was simply elated to have the opportunity to attend. Perhaps, just maybe, my status could change for the better.

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

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.

This time it was Kehlani who had been quiet that chose to explain to Rose before Sandra could. “Just like Kel said, the classes are also divided like that as well. The classes in our high school are the Purple crystal class known as the special section, Blue crystal class special section 2, Green crystal class and Yellow crystal class. In terms of student and teacher quality, the Yellow crystal class couldn’t compare to any of the classes in front of it, especially the Purple class. Most of the talented students in the city were concentrated in this class, and so it had quite the reputation. Most of the students that came out of the Purple class all got into prestigious universities as well

Emma’s POV There were two types of students at Westbridge University—the elite and the desperate. The elite, like me, walked these halls as if we owned them because, in many ways, we did. We were the sons and daughters of CEOs, politicians, and old-money aristocrats. Our names carried weight. Our futures were guaranteed. Then there were the desperate—the ones clawing their way up from nothing, grasping at scholarships, hoping to breathe the same air as us. They studied late into the night, fought for every grade, and believed that intelligence alone could level the playing field.

"Elite, can I get there soon?" “Yup,” Inara chirped, way too cheerful for someone talking about supernatural death traps. “It's just that to be an Elite isn’t just hard, it’s basically impossible. Only a handful ever make it, most people stay stuck in the lower ranks or get weeded out and by weeded out, I mean dead, broken, or eaten. Or worse made someone's magical punching bag.” “Charming.” I rubbed my face. “So much for orientation shit and ‘meet your dorm-mates’ bingo.”