Kei Classroom Of The Elite の小説・ストーリー

The midday sun blazed like an overzealous spotlight on a stage, casting long shadows across the kindergarten playground. A whistle blew, and the doors to Classroom 1-B flung open. Children tumbled out with the chaotic energy of a Wall Street opening bell, their laughter and shrieks echoing like a stampede of tiny investors. Amid the noise, one figure remained calm—composed, calculating. Takuto Kimura, age five, adjusted his invisible tie and leaned against the jungle gym with arms folded. His eyes, shaded beneath the brim of a snapback worn backwards with tactical precision, scanned the playground like a battlefield commander preparing for market war.

I have to see Keith get used to it. "Ca, you go to class first, I'm going to go to the toilet for a while," Keith said, stopping his move in the second-floor branch. "I'll just wait for you," I said. Keith scratched his neck, he didn't immediately answer my words. "You go first, Ca." My shoulders dropped, with a heavy heart I nodded and walked in the opposite direction to Keith. "Jesya, did you pick up today?" Kimberly's screeching voice pierced my auditory senses as soon as I entered the classroom.

“Make it brief and concise. We’re not sacrificing Mr. Tan’s class time just for your emotional goodbye speech.” Keiciara stepped forward. “I won’t make this long. Thank you for everything, classmates. Thank you for all the good memories, and even for the bad. For the happy times, and even for the sad. I will be gone from this class, but always remember that I will still be here... in Hamlet Creek. We will still see each other around. We will still—” Keiciara bursted into tears. She collapsed to the white-tiled floor, gasping for air. “I’m sorry, classmates! I am very, very sorry! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean to damage the reputation of our class, I—I didn’t mean to do something bad. I was

Maybe then RJ wouldn’t just be a cage. Math class. Worst possible omen. The room was fuller than usual, so Kai slid into a corner seat like a ghost. Then the teacher walked in. “Good morning, class,” she said brightly. “Are we ready for the test?” Kai’s soul left his body, waved goodbye, and ascended. Test? Oh. Right. He remembered now. The last class. Him slumped forward. Half-asleep. Hoodie over his head while Miss Marmalade’s voice floated somewhere above him, announcing doom while he dreamt of literally anything else.

“If you keep doing that, others might get suspicious.” I glanced at her as we walked toward the cafeteria together, with Claude and Vincent trailing behind us. All of us were in the same course and taking the same classes. Karima and Kieth were in the same course as well, but since they had earned more points by clearing exams faster, they were far ahead than the rest. That was also why their lectures differed from ours. “So you are telling me Karima saw the authorities and aborted her plan to rescue the squirrel savior?” Claude asked Vincent.

We tried really hard to get all our classes together, but it just didn’t work out, but we still have most of them together. “So, how’d your first class go, Mac ask?” “We had a bully,” but Dakoda took care of them. “A bully? Girl, our Guy?” Korey asks. He’s got that hero syndrome. “It was a girl. Dark knight, so calm your tits, besides your girl took care of it like I said.” “Oh-ho, someone’s been hanging around Kai for too long. Kasey says high-fiving me.” We walk to our next classroom, which is math, Dakoda’s favorite class.

After they came, they sat down casually among the teachers. Lenny glared at me. "Is it true that you guys bullied your friends? Have you really hurt Kei?" asked the principal with a meaningful look. "No! That's not true! Our classes are different, so we don't even say hello! Our social relationships are different too; Kei is a geek, and we prefer spending time outdoors like on basketball courts. How can we connect?" Lenny replied quickly. Damn it! If it weren't for the parents here, I would have stuffed her damn mouth with her socks.

In King's classroom at Elite Kiddies Lounge, colorful balloons filled the large space. The atmosphere reeked of giggles and laughter from the lively kids and their parents. At one corner of the classroom, Hanord followed the lustful eyes of Kelvin as they fixed on a young woman's backside, all the way out the open double doors. "Did you see that girl?" "We're here for father and parents time with their kids, not to haunt for girls!" Hanord muttered through gritted teeth.

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

Queshia said with determination. "Hey! Classmate! Mark! Psst!" Kei shouted in a whisper because they might be scolded by the librarian. In this school, all students actually call each other 'classmate' whether or not you are one. "Hey Kei, Wassup?" he replied not noticing the girl behind Kei, as he approached her, that's when he noticed Queshia. He was the classmate of Maverick and Kei that likes all the pretty girls he sees around the campus.