I Left My A Rank Party To Help My Students นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Katie asked looking at the direction all students gazes were trapped on. "I don't know, who cares?" I shrugged sipping my coffee. We all drink coffee before lectures begin. Each class was served based on heierachy and ranking. So let's say it's the Platinum class benefits. "Hey, Andrea, I think we now have a male counter part." Vida swept a glance at their direction, and whispered close to my ear. Can someone tell them to leave me alone? "I don't care about who they are, am sure the lectures will begin Soon." I was still surfing through the internet, and wasn't paying attention to the commotion going on around me.

"I mean, they say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. But surviving each day is already a challenge for me." Grant smiled warmly at his students. While others might avoid teaching students with lower grades, he found it rewarding. Students struggling academically often showed more respect and gratitude towards their teachers. Over the years at Riverside Senior High, he'd taught both geniuses and those less academically inclined. But it was the latter who remembered him and visited him after graduation. He believed in guiding all students towards a bright future. After Grant left, Jordan's voice came through the speakers. "This is an announcement. Recently, there have been false rumors

It's so confusing. Eden rolls his eyes when he receives another reminder for tonight's party. He and Harvey have been getting the same texts during the entire exam week. It looks like it's going to be a private event as only a few people are invited. Usually, students organise something inside the faculty on the last day of exams, but the private party is more tempting.

“Mistake or not, Aria, the reports are serious. We cannot afford to dismiss them. This is not just a minor misunderstanding. We have to protect the school’s reputation.” My chest tightened further, my heart pounding so hard I thought he must hear it. “Protect the school’s reputation?” I muttered, my voice bitter now. “Sir, I’m not against the school! I’ve only been helping students who are struggling! They’re my tutees—I’ve been guiding them, not… not rioting! You have to believe me!”

"All of you students were received in special ways. You just don't remember." "I don't remember anything special happening when I got enrolled." A girl counters as she steps forward. She's tall with blonde hair, and sharp facial features. She's the classical high school bully. She glares at me. "Late and clueless. Typical surface dweller." I don't have time for this. I sigh and look away. "All ranks are displayed on the orb," the professor says, gesturing toward a glowing crystal in the room's center. Names appear midair—Morien: Rank 9. Maddox: Rank 8. Miles: Rank 8. At the very bottom, I see my name, Maya Carter, with a U sign. "What's that?"

“How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough,” he said quietly, “to know you know how to fuck a man so well… even though this was your first time.” My stomach dropped. I dropped to my knees before I could think better of it, the cold tile biting into my skin. “Please, sir.” My voice shook. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t report me to the Vice-Chancellor. I need the Éclat Couture Scholarship. It’s my life!” Please. I’ll do anything you want. Just… don’t jeopardize my chances. I’m begging you.”

Here we observe the trybrid in her natural habitat, maintaining composure at intermediate to advanced levels, very impressive— It worked. Barely. By evening, someone had decided the academy needed a party, which was either an act of genius or a crime. The student commons had been transformed—lights strung everywhere, music vibrating through the floors, people already dancing on furniture with the particular commitment of students who understood they might not survive the weekend.

[Note: Critical but easy as a piece of cake] Shameful may it be to use the run-around answer students often used; they could only use it to shut up the students. They won’t be able to know or guess the real answer from them anyway. That was the reason why “almost” all students were studying so hard that they didn’t care anymore even if they go bald. This time was the only time they really studied hard and would do everything for a classmate that was behind the class to catch up. Only the “class rankings” ignite their true passion in studying in this school.

I’m almost moved by it until I force myself to remember the horror I went through because of him locking me in. The fact that he thought I was wasting my time trying to fight for my own freedom and masking it as an attempt to help. I look away from him before it can work on me, walking faster to the door before the public address system dings on suddenly. There’s a bit of feedback heard from the speaker before the Administrator’s voice comes through more clearly. ‘Attention students, the nomination for this year’s ranking representatives for the Black Wolf Student Counsel has been closed down and the nominees have been posted on various notice boards around school. The listed-out participant

She used Lizzy's accident to make people focus more on Myriad. No one noticed how the three best friends, ranked 499th, 498th and 497th fought and even resulted into expulsion in the section eight. How student 496th always went missing in class and why 495th sneaks into the teacher's quarters every night. All because Myriad's issue was more important for most students. Myriad ranks second. Students are more interested in her business than their own pitiful rank. When Myriad gets expelled, the number 2 position will be given to the supposedly 3rd student. And the whole fourth year level students will rise a step higher than before.