Kushida Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

"Why can't I have a classroom like this!?" "She designed the entire building, and he built it," I replied to August. I was talking about Kuroyuki and Kronos, respectively. Persia and Kronos weren't surprised by it since they were familiar with it. As for Rumelia, I think she doesn't really have any emotions, or maybe Kronos brought her here for sightseeing before. While August's focus was directed to the entire classroom… Blaze was entirely devoted to the kitchen. "Dream kitchen……… It's a dream kitchen." Blaze murmured

“How exciting! All the people here are just like you! You have no talent, and yet your skills to show off are next to none! The crowd split in half before a figure walked out from behind. A five-foot-nine man with a YSL haute couture suit appeared. He was casually holding a longsword with an unspeakably prideful and pretentious aura. “Senior Kenshi! “You’re here!” Kenshi Kubota! The Abito Way’s senior! The top disciple of the school’s current generation! Not only was he strong, but he also had an extremely dominant attitude!

Keyla didn't look at him, she went to the closet, took out her suitcase and packed. *I heard you're going to Kojiro's? Then you are finally united* Genzo spoke totally derogatory. Tears welled up in Keyla again, she didn't know him that nasty and she couldn't get out more than a sob. Keyla was finished and about to leave the bedroom

When I opened the door to Room 1005, I almost thought I had walked into a club. The entire room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the dim glow of chandeliers—an elegant attempt to heighten the atmosphere. And, of course, people were flirting everywhere. I thought my entrance would go unnoticed, but a figure suddenly stepped in front of me. “Madam,” a low voice said. I looked up. He was tall and muscular, built like a giant. I knew him. He was Vercel's right-hand man and bodyguard.

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.

As I entered class, I spotted Lila. She waved. "Morning!" I slid into my seat. "Morning." She leaned closer. "How was training?" "Painful." "Excellent." "Excellent?" I raised my eyebrow. "It means you're learning." I narrowed my eyes. She looked completely normal, sharp as ever. Nothing showed the evidence of her disappearance in the middle of the night. I thought of asking her about it, but before I could decide, the classroom door opened. Instructor Kael entered carrying a sealed black envelope. The room immediately fell silent.

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..."

Alaric’s laughter vibrated through the air. “You could call me materialistic all day long, but I don’t care. After all, it’s not like it’s for free. I’m going to be working for it.” Layla pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “If you’re really interested, you’re already on the right path. Only elite students can become elite teachers.” “Just elite students? What about the ordinary students?” She raised an eyebrow. “They could become ordinary teachers, but only elite teachers teach elite.” He said, pouring more honey on his remaining pancakes.

Sophia's POV I am beyond exhausted. I just want to go to the clinic, but I know if I do that, Carter will obviously be there too. Even if he doesn't want to, Luke will surely force him or do everything he can to make Carter go with me. Goddess knows what will I do if I am left alone with him. With that freaking scent of his and these horny wolves of ours might as well be here in public rather than suffer in private. Our classroom can accommodate up to two classes of students since it is a bit wider than other basic and standard classrooms. The special class, though, named 'Moonlight Class', Carter's classroom, can hold up to three sections, and it is still not crowded. The hierarchy and favo

The three classes we have pass by in a blur. None of us dare leave the classroom—not even to use the bathroom. We stay seated together the entire time, tense and silent. The female teachers seem on edge, their eyes darting nervously, wild with uncertainty. Even they aren't safe. The final teacher doesn't even show up. “Should we wait here?” Isla asks in a sleepy voice. She managed to stay awake during housekeeping and cooking but nodded off in our last class—basic politics. She needs sleep. Desperately.