No Gyaru In This Class Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked, looking at Gab and some of our classmates playing basketball. “Nah, I'm lazy,” he replied. I rolled my eyes before pulling him up. “No laziness allowed here. Come on.” I turned to my classmates and shouted, “Iwatani's joining us, guys!” Iwatani sighed before getting up. I chuckled because it seemed like he really wanted to play too. He wouldn't wear a jersey, shorts, and a t-shirt if he didn't plan on breaking a sweat. I clapped as they started to take sides. I waited on the side with Lorreine and Louella, smiling. Some of our classmates watched too.

Zayn. I did not know how I knew that, but I just knew. And it was confirmed because they are now in the door and was looking at me. Jackie touched my arm and pressed it. She was strong for a small lady. “Oh, my God, that is Zayn.” She whispered to me. “I know. Why are you so shocked to see him, he goes here.” “He does not go to this class since day one. I don’t know why he is not dropped in Miss Geller’s class yet. This is the first time he and his minions attends this class.”

I would be seen as a frail, sickly clown who loved to show off. Meanwhile, Eira was a radiant goddess. When I returned to the dorm that evening, my roommates were cold toward me. One of them, Bonnie Lewis, said sarcastically, “Raine, you really made our class look ‘outstanding’ today. Anyone who didn’t know better would think our class deliberately sent a sickly wimp to challenge Eira.” I ignored her, climbed straight into bed, and pulled the curtain closed. In the darkness, I calmly reflected on everything that had happened today.

I just kept crying. We trained that whole night also, because we skipped yesterday. I was a bit happy that Gaidel was just the assassin from the Red Cartel. Karlo wouldn’t like her anyway, because I was more beautiful and sexier. Also, she is under me since I am her boss, so I let it go. Karlo: How was your class? I smiled at the pop-up text from my screen the next day before I replied. Me: Fine. Can I bring my friends over to the pool area? We will start decorating there after class.

Thank the Goddess gym class is only one day a week. There’s a small crowd gathering around the door to the gym, but I can’t seem to care. Whatever I can do to remain unseen, unbothered… that’s what I’ll do. Just when I start to think I’m invisible, some jerk reminds me that I’m good for a laugh. My humiliation seems to bring them all such entertainment.

We first peeked out in the window and saw that they didn’t have a teacher but someone was marketing their school for Senior High School. We entered through the back door and sat at the teacher’s table at back. Our classmates and marketers looked at us but I told them to disregard us. I started applying makeup to Gio’s face. I was planning to put makeup on him like the one with EXO's Kai makeup. A bronzy look.

Eireen said, while our professor hadn't arrived yet. Our course has to do with martial arts and so on. Our classmates are all boys; only a few women are fond of these sports. "I will still give my life, Eireen. It is destined to be my personality, so I am the only one left of my clan." I answered, that people like us know about my personality except for the people we just met. Yes, not all of our classmates are humans but different types of creatures that work in the Organization and under the management of Maria Vero.

Ignoring whatever Nabi said and the fact that she’s tagged as ‘Dangerous zone, keep out! “Ohh, ‘Sugoi’ is Japanese, it means ‘Amazing’. Yumeko says that a lot.” Tamara explains, smiling softly. A smile I didn’t return. “I don’t get it. Isn’t this supposed to be a music academy?” I ask curiously. “It is a music academy – with zero rules,” Nabi explains. “Just do whatever crazy, creepy, cute, or dangerous thing you want. Except for skipping classes. You’ll get stepped on if your attendance ranking goes too low; you don’t want that.”

“Today, we'll be taking our first combat class, to get familiar with each of your abilities. We'll be making two groups each, from the fifteen of you. And don't think it's going to be a mixed gender sparring — it'll definitely be a boys-against-girls competition!” Teacher Haggz voice rattled through the room of Class 192 before the cross-legged students. He was unusually pleased today, unlike how we saw him the previous day. A girl had hung his motto over the class number, just the way he'd asked. Plus, when we arrived, we'd all gone into practice of the Eccentric Heavens cultivation technique which left him quite pleased. He separated us into two rows facing against each other. Eight boys,

“And what class are you in, oh mighty one?” “Class 2-1 of course, the Elite class. You might not know this sister dear, but your brother is one of the most popular guys in K-STAR High.” “Of course he is.” I mutter sarcastically, and we stop in front of my class. Two brunettes walk past with their arms linked and as soon as they spotted Jay, they blushed and hurried their steps. Giggling in excitement when he sent them winks. Rolling my eyes exaggeratedly, I gag. “I think am going to be sick.”