Manabe Classroom Of The Elite の小説・ストーリー

Nauna kasing natapos ang klase nilang dalawa ng isa pa niyang bestfriend na si Sofie, kaya naman nauna na sila sa favorite nilang tambayan na coffee shop malapit sa Academy, ang Cafè Mi Amore. Cozy ang ambiance nito, may indoor nature vibe at may kamahalan ang presyo ng mga food and drinks that only elites like them can afford everyday. It is conceptualize by a couple that happened to be one of her father's close friends. Their children are also studying in the same Academy. She knows them but not really close to call them friends.

Hayes pushed Keona’s head, “Everyone knows you hate Professor Marcel, it’s obvious you would rather walk on fire than be in the same space with him.” Hayes made a lot of sense. I think I would tell Sir we should come in our separate cars. I can’t let rumors spread about us right now. “Whatever,” I said in a high-pitched sing-like voice as I took my seat. The first class went by slowly, and the second one came in. “You seem excited,” Keona bumped her shoulder with mine. “It’s my man’s class,” I whispered with excitement. “Must be nice to be in love,” Eveline scoffed as she made faces.

Well besides dealing with Draven and Adrian and any other pompous rich kids. The worst being, I'd be in the same class as Rebecca. Walking into A Class was kind of surreal. I hadn't been there since I'd had that confrontation with Rebecca when I went looking for Draven. The place was impeccable, just like the rest of Lupine. Which isn't surprising considering the tuition costs. All my new classmates were already seated, their leisurely devil-may care attitudes seemed to be something every wealthy kind had. I quickly walk to the empty row of seats at the back of the lecture hall. Though the room was big, with how spread out the handful of students were it didn't seem empty.

a sharp voice cuts through the buzzing noise and the room falls silent immediately. A man strides onto the stage. He is tall, dressed in a black tailored suit. His sleek dark hair matches the stern look in his eyes, and his walking gait alone makes him look like a pack warrior rather than a teacher. “I am Professor Navarro,” he announces, his voice carrying effortlessly to the back row. “This is Advanced Strategic Studies Class. If you are not prepared to think critically, challenge assumptions, and defend your positions with logic and evidence, you are in the wrong classroom.”

Chapter fifty- eight Anabelle Pov It's been almost four years of being in Fangspire and my goal for coming wasn't forthcoming. Our final exam was slated for next week, everyone was focused on passing the exam. As the exam got closer the class became more tense. The class wasn't united as before, everyone was fighting to secure a place at the top. I was reading my books before the lecturer came in, this time he was a tall athletic built man. His eyes were sea blue in color and he had a very calm aura.

Victoria The grand oak-paneled classroom of Madam Hannah's Luna Academy gleamed with early afternoon sunlight. The seven of us sat in a perfect semicircle facing our formidable instructor, whose ramrod-straight posture hadn't wavered once in the past hour. I'd positioned myself strategically away from Lilith's trio, who kept exchanging whispers and pointed glances in my direction.