Sudou Classroom Of The Elite 소설 & 이야기

“That girl in our class, Yvette and Yollanda are omegas too. And I heard there are two or three omegas in Class 3 and Class 8 too. Won’t they all end up liking you?” “What nonsense. They have eyes too.” “Why are you covering your nose? Do I smell that bad?” “No, it’s not you but…….” The intensifying stench cuts off my words. The closer I got to the school, the harder it became to breathe. The private elementary school decorated with colorful flower beds felt like a giant garbage landfill. “Oh. It’s Yollanda. Hey, Yollanda!” Then Jayden, with a soccer ball tucked under his arm, called out to a boy.

I slump my shoulders as the five of us walk to class with Elina and Kathleen in front of me and Jeremiah and Caleb at my back. They make it seem like I’m a really important person. The only thing lacking with this situation is for them to wear sunglasses, earpieces and black suits. They’d be the epitome of every celebrity and rich man’s bodyguards. We arrive inside the classroom and lucky enough, Ms. Calvin isn’t there yet. That’s odd. Elina exchanges seat with Jeremiah for the meantime and gossips with me. “Niks, do you have a relative with the same hair color as you?”

she added quickly. Selena studied her daughter closely. “Oh, I’ve even prepared a few things,” Eli continued, lifting the small bag she was holding. “I brought my initial counseling report from Saint Loisse. Some notes from the placement tests—to see which class I’ll be assigned to. And, well… I’m in the advanced student’s class. In case Grandma wants to see.” Selena folded her arms across her chest. Her gaze sharpened, assessing. She let out a breath, as though patiently dealing with a child.

He made sure I didn't go into the wrong places and guided me like a mama bird. "You're very good at this," I told him during lunch. "At what?" "Herding me." He snorted. "It's not herding. It's guiding." "Same thing." "It's not," he refused to admit it. “Whatever you say.” I chuckled beside him as we walked to our next class. At break time, Selena's text lit up the group chat that Elias had added me on earlier that day. It is the Big Six Alpha’s group chat called the SU Club.

The air in the cabin of the private jet was pressurized and sterile, a sharp contrast to the cold, rosemary-scented wind of the Alps they had left behind. Dante sat across from Bella, the hum of the engines vibrating through the soles of his boots. On the table between them lay a tablet displaying the file for Subject 04: a seven-year-old girl named Elodie, currently living in a luxury apartment overlooking the Tuileries Garden.

Indeed, this was a school for the wealthy, befitting of its name, ELITE COLLEGE. With the map I had been given beforehand, I managed to locate my way to my first major class which was by luck on my part. Arriving at the doorstep, inside, the huge class was filled to the brim, with mainly females and oddly enough, they all were gathered in the front seat, even fighting amongst themselves to sit in front. As odd as it was, I tried to make my presence as tiny as possible. The scents of everyone seemed to have become stronger which was in turn making me dizzy.

INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.

She burst inside the classroom, which was more like an auditorium, a movie theater with a gigantic 3-D screen. They were being shown some documentary and the room was pitch black except for the light from the screen. As soon as she entered, the light from the outside corridor entered like a flood, forcing the entire class to turn in her direction. " I... I am looking for the final year History class... Am I... Am I at the right place? " A very husky voice from amidst the dark replied, " Indeed, this is the History class for the final year students. Are you by chance an exchange student? "

Celestin was walking in the hallway when she passed by the Elites. And by Elites, it means her so-called friends. They're only seven in that class because it is specifically for the chosen ones only. Other classes are named Class A, B, C, so on, and so forth. They also saw her and expected her to halt and apologize but, instead of stopping, she deliberately ignored them without even sparing a glance. Thankfully, Trent wasn't there, or else she'll be in a bad mood again.

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.