Light Novel Classroom Of The Elite 소설 & 이야기

' Maira grumbled as her mind recalled a character from a popular reverse harem light-novel she was in the middle of reading before she got transported into this world. The name of the light novel was called A Fairytale Romance, set in a fantasy magical world, where those who have magic and nobility were sent to a well-renowned and prestigious school that taught students how to hone their magic and become outstanding individuals. The plot started off with the heroine, the daughter of a baron, entering the middle school division of Diamond Academy.

The laughters that filled the classroom delighted Aiko. She’s done with most of her exams and now she aced her presentation. She went back to her seat while the professor was dismissing them. “Good job, Aiko.” Aiko smiled at the professor. “Thank you, Sir. Thank you everyone.” She gathered her things and went to the cafeteria. She kept biting her lower lip. “What? Does your tummy hurt?” Miya worriedly glanced at her stomach. Aiko nodded.

26. It was on the second floor on extreme corner of the left wing of the building of the college. It took me minutes to find it. It was the only class without room number board on it. I saw few girls giggling outside the class. One of them was standing by the door of the class so I rushed over to her and ask " is this Lr.26?" She was a plum girl with fair skin and long brown wavy hairs tied into a low pony tail. By her appearance she looked kind.

Seeing that Gerald and his friends had remained in their seats, the few students from the elite class walked toward them and surrounded the four of them, “Hey, you four. Didn’t you understand what we said? It’s the elite class’s turn for meals now. If you know who you are, get lost, then. Otherwise, don’t blame us for being unfriendly!” A man with a buzzcut haircut glared at them and scolded them in a cold tone. These elite students were roughly Three- or Four-soul-rank of Sage Realm. They were more or less strong. Boom! Right after the man with the buzzcut haircut had finished talking, he was flung into the sky by a strong force.

They narrowed at her, and she shrunk into her seat. “As our culture, we’ll start the first class of this semester as we usually do.” Brenton snapped his fingers, and bright, multicoloured light rushed through the room. Layla winced, shielding her face with her arms. ‘What was that?’ She thought, opening her eyes as the light dimmed almost as instant as they had come, and she gasped. ‘Where are we? Where is the class?’ She tried not to frantically look around as she soaked in their new location.

Every time she accidentally felt his sharp, ice-grey gaze sweep across the classroom, her heart would skip a violent beat. The sheer, suffocating pressure he carried as an elite man was simply too overwhelming. She felt as though she were sitting on thousands of tiny, sharp needles, and even basic breathing felt like a struggle. Finally… RING! The sharp echo of the school bell resonated throughout the room. The gruelling lecture was finally over. Elara secretly let out a long breath she hadn't realised she was holding. "...Finally," she whispered under her breath. She hurriedly packed her notebook and pen into her bag. Her only thought right now was simple: Run. Leave. Get as far away from t

I noticed Elena’s shoulders stiffen slightly. She forced a small smile, but I could tell she felt nervous under his gaze. Before I could say anything to ease the tension, the classroom door opened again as Instructor Day walked back inside. “I am back, students,” he said calmly. The class quickly became quiet. His eyes scanned the room before stopping on me. “Pendragon Eli, come take this.” I stood up and walked toward him. He handed me a laptop and several textbooks. The laptop was slim and modern, much better than anything I had ever used before.

I kept telling myself it was just a dream. The classroom overlooked the valley below the academy, wide windows letting the morning light stretch across the curved rows of desks. Students filtered in around me, talking quietly, the hum of conversation filling the room before class began. I took a seat near the back and pulled out my notebook, pretending to focus on the blank page instead of the occasional glance someone sent my way. Being the academy’s newly discovered Prime had turned me into a walking headline overnight. Some people stared openly, others tried to pretend they weren’t looking. Either way, it was impossible not to notice.

He smiled warmly and gestured for me to follow him to a pair of empty seats toward the back. I slipped into the chair next to him, placing my bag on the floor, still hyperaware of my surroundings. The classroom wasn’t particularly large—rows of dark wooden desks and chairs arranged in neat lines, all facing a blackboard that had seen better days. The windows were high up, and the grey sky outside didn’t offer much light. The fluorescent bulbs overhead flickered slightly, casting everything in a pale, sickly glow.