S Classes That I Raised Mga Nobela at Kwento

“First off, I need to tighten the security and patch whatever might have been tampered with.” “Can you find out who did this?” Suzy asks. “I can’t promise anything,” I close the laptop, rubbing my eyes. “Right now, all I can promise is to make sure this doesn’t hit close to us again. Also, we need to be more careful.” ~ ~ ~ Hours later, I am ready for class and already on my way there. My first class today is advanced combat theoretical. Ria and Suzy have gone to their own classes and we will be reconverging in our joint afternoon class for today.

I looked over at Celia in our 3rd class. She was clearly in a bad mood. I wonder if she choose to not go to the lake with Carson and so she had extra energy that made her angry. But I knew from experience that asking Celia why she was upset or angry would not get me an answer.

“If you wish to complain about today’s discussion, save your breath. I don’t tolerate mediocrity in my class.” He stood slowly, taller than I remembered. “You didn’t just criticize me. You tried to have me removed from this class before I even opened my mouth. Why?” For a split second, my stomach twisted with guilt. But I pushed it down. “Because I expect excellence,” I replied smoothly. “And I don’t believe you can provide it. Perhaps you should consider a different elective more suited to your… background.” Tristan’s eyes darkened. The air between us crackled with anger and something far more volatile.

Ford pulled down his glasses and looked at me. “Miss Kris, running late?” “Yes but I have this for you.” Smiling, I walked up to him to hand him the papers I just printed out. “This is wonderful. Thank you. Take a seat.” Looking over, my usual seat was taken but Angela’s minions. Leaving the only seat open next to Alec. Wonderful. “I see I’m not the only one taking advanced classes.” I muttered as I slipped into my seat. “This classes were made to entice you to stay.” My body froze as he said those words. Although he wasn’t wrong, he wasn’t fully right. They were being discussed before I came around. Dad just gave them the push they needed.

Mr. Harrison looked awkward but still tried to step in, attempting to calm my mother down. "I'm raising my own child. Who the hell are you to stop me?" Mr. Harrison's hand hovered mid-air, clearly caught off guard, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at me. The curious, judgmental gazes of my classmates bore into me. Then, something inside me snapped. I could not take it anymore. … I almost shouted.

Fallen Nobles who once had respectable Classes ended up losing them, taking on weaker Classes instead. The same happened to merchants who went bankrupt or warriors who lost their ability to fight. Classes reflected a person’s current status, Rey realized. If his situation changed, he might lose his newly acquired Class. “I can’t allow that!” He said to himself resolutely. He was content with things as they were and wasn’t ready to upset the balance. ‘I just have to get stronger! Strong enough to resist the Oculus when the time comes.’ With this resolve in mind, Rey finally took a shower and headed to the library to meet Alicia, offering his apology and presenting her with the gift from KariB

he mumbles. "What? How?" I ask, my eyes widening as I recall the only way of changing a class is if you confirm you have found your mate, they try to put you together, so neither one gets too out of control. I hope he didn't tell anyone. I don't need the whole world knowing right now. Or if you get moved up a class because of your grades, and he hasn't been here for a little bit, I doubt they would just let him change anything unless it was a valid reason.

"You're such an asshole, President! Why are you seventeen over twenty? That’s beyond sixty percent!” Losers, my comeback is real. Crad's eyes narrowed as I laughed at them. They all failed, but those who did not study still passed. And that’s me! "Did you use any spells, Era?" "This is the person who you can't see reviewing but passes," Isa pointed out. Nice. You will perish as a result of envy. You’re such a magnificent, self. I hope this is how we always are. "Where is your class representative?" Fina pointed at me. And yes, I have surrendered myself. I went down to the platform to speak with our professor.