Sakayanagi Classroom Of The Elite 소설 & 이야기

Aiden says from behind me, his voice low, warm, and far too close, “the headmaster decided it would be wise to invite us in for this class. So we can finally see what goes on behind these closed doors.” I turn to him slowly, frowning. The headmaster? “You’re going to sit in on sex class?” I blink, unsure whether to laugh, cry, or combust. Aiden shrugs like it’s no big deal. “It’s the most interesting one.” “It’s the only interesting one,” I say flatly. That gets a raised brow from him, his mouth quirking with amusement. Nearby, Isla gingerly touches Daniel’s eye. He hisses with pain.

And if I do not become a doctor, no one will cure you of your absent-mindedness . - Enough "if"! Samantha grabbed Leah's arm and pulled her towards the classroom. She didn't really resist. They were in a hurry to the biology class. The teacher, Mr. Yamamoto, was of Japanese descent, so he was called "Kamikazde" behind his back. He got the nickname for a reason - Yamamoto was distinguished by rare dedication, and often took on the children's tricks, for which he received from the director. But the elderly Japanese was very kind, which his students often used. However, there was something that Kamikazde did not like very much - being late.

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..."

His slow and regal way of talking made his class boring – to the point that some got into sleep while in his class. Just like Eurie. "Ms. Sanchez!" Eurie almost fell when she heard her name called. She jolted from her seat and faced the adviser that was eyeing her that moment. His fan was on her chest. He was gawking to Eurie behind his red thick eyeglasses. "Yes Sir! I-I mean Mr. Mantala," Eurie stuttered realizing how epic it was to shout 'Yes Sir!' in disciplined military tone. Laughter rolled in the classroom like waves of the ocean. The class seemed like awake now because of the scene.

Pitt sh"; Sasuke pouted, feeling a little bit jealous of his friend's words. Seeing that Sasuke was now back to normal, he turned and glanced towards Hinata before then over to the teacher who was now standing firmly in the front of the class. The class was way longer for Kazuma as he was becoming more eager to get it over with and go have some conversation with that damn hot girl. She wanted to talk and he wanted to listen. Why the f**k does the school have a bell? If not for its intrusion they'd be having their smooth conversation and probably kissing by now, he thought while frowning his face. That Renji was not sitting close to her and he felt as good as nothing else. He should have just

"Hello, Class A. I am Mizuki Inei, Twenty-six years old, I am formerly from Tokyo High school, and I am your new history teacher. Nice to meet you all. Please treat me well." Almost all my female classmates screamed and shuddered because our new teacher Mr. Mizuki was so handsome. "What a small world, My New teacher is the one who visited Akira's house last time."- I murmured, and I was so upset and kinda awkward to face Mr. Inei. "What the hell?". "That's for homeroom for today. Mr. Mizuki, you can take over now." - So our homeroom teacher left the room.

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.

The teacher explained. “Oh no no no, I understand your confusion, and this may come as a surprise, but I'm the new student who's supposed to join your class. This is Class 3-1, right?” She checked the sign outside to be sure. “Yes, it is.” He assured her. “I'm Mr Hasegawa, your homeroom teacher. Why don't you come to the front and introduce yourself?” “Ok.” She went to the front and took one good look at her classmates. “Hi, my name's Tisiphone Sakata. Nice to meet you all.”

Just to avoid homework, they’d all lost their minds, scrambling to sacrifice me at the altar. Sarek, however, was beaming. He waved his hand grandly. “Excellent. Whoever finds her gets an A. And from now on, you may skip my class freely.” The class erupted. “Yes!” I looked at my classmates, all whose eyes were glowing with excitement, and finally understood that I was now a little bunny trapped in a wolf’s den. I was doomed. Just as the tech nerd was about to open his laptop, the classroom door slammed open with a bang. Standing in the doorway was the most feared disciplinarian on campus—the deputy vice-chancellor, a black mamba serpent beastwoman, her expression dark.