Novel & Cerita Koenji Classroom Of The Elite

I really can't concentrate on chemistry class so I start dozing off. Suddenly the doors of the classroom opens and our class teacher Ms Mathew, who is an elegant but stingy lady comes with a boy who is wearing the same school uniform, as ours, following her right behind. All the girls were mesmerized by his spendiferousness and were staring at him like a pack of wolves staring at its prey. The boys were just looking at him with envious eyes. They might really be taking him as an another competitor.All have different expressions on their faces, excluding me and Ren. When I looked at Ren, he was just checking his notes and not giving a damn about his surrounding.

Chloe immediately walked to her classroom. She would rather not allow Elijah any time to question her about Leonidas and their long-past relationship. She felt his intense gaze on her as soon as she crossed the room. Even with the students being rowdy and running around, the atmosphere inside the classroom felt more welcoming than the world outside.

The classroom wasn't just a room; it was a subterranean amphitheater. Tiers of smooth, cool stone steps fell away at a dizzying angle toward the center, and to either side dozens of small, organic desks and chairs seemed to grow from the floor itself. A faint tremor ran under Gilly’s feet as she tried to slip in unnoticed.

Mark said . " I heard Keykey , Zinnia , Lilian and Nienie also can fight . The twins told me . They see them fight in Eli's room ." Josh said to them . " Fuh ... our class is so amazing .We had rich students ... fighters .... genius... calligraphy genius .. many pretty and handsome students too ." Shawn said to them. " So many hidden mysterys too. " Albert look at the Toh cousin . Suddenly they heard knocks on the door and a pretty girl appears on their door . Slowly she walk to the podium.

I shrugged my shoulders and made my way to the Platinum class, they tagged along. "Are you serious Andrea? a Lamborghini veneno, nothing ever suprises you" Katie mocked giving me a strange look, She likes to nag at any little thing at times. it's time for our signature move. We are about to enter the class. "Girls are you ready? " I asked abruptly. "Ever so ready!" we made our way inside the class and sat at our respective seats. Other students from gold class and silver class came to see what was happening because everyone was taking pictures, some gossiping, trust me I don't care.

Eliane asks me. “Yeah, I’ve been attending classes,” I tell her, happy when she smiles at me. “I’m not surprised. Aunt Kaylani doesn’t let anyone sit around too long. She wants everyone in her classes,” Ancalagon says. He makes it look so easy, almost effortless to talk to me as if we’ve been brothers our whole lives, as if we’re good friends. “We’ll probably have a lot of the same classes,” Eliane says. “Hey, Iniko. You have elemental manipulation today, right?” Kenzo, one of the dragons asks me.

The building was modern, made of glass and concrete, but the interior had a traditional style, and most classes were conducted in a seated position on the floor. "The most popular classes here are Japanese cooking, tea ceremony, and ikebana. You’ll meet a lot of people." Ogata showed Karin the tea ceremony class in progress before leading her to the ikebana class. "Ogata-san, I hope it’s not rude to ask, but is it true that the wife of the Kuryugumi's Sandaime also attends classes here?" Karin cautiously inquired, her curiosity bordering on gossip. "Eh… Well…" Ogata scrutinized Karin, her gaze becoming suspicious.

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

She is currently lounging on the living room sofa, drinking a fresh blood bag and watching a ridiculously gory slasher movie on the flat screen. I am running on the communal treadmill in the corner, burning off my heavy Wagyu dinner, my body drenched in sweat. "So, about our Class 1 teachers," Liviel calls out over the sound of chainsaw massacres on the TV. "The curriculum is split into Academic and Practical training." I increase the speed on the treadmill. "Go on." "Our Academic homeroom Professor is the Awakener of the God of Abundance. He is incredibly gentle and soft-spoken most of the time. But whatever you do, do not piss him off. When he gets angry..."