روايات وقصص ضمن Sudou Classroom Of The Elite

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

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.

“Can you two stop? One more disruption and you two would be sent out of the class, understood?” A noise spread through the entire classroom and I knew that it was mainly because she had mentioned punishing Lennox and Nerissa. They were the top Elites kids and since she was new here, she probably didn’t understand how things worked here. The top Elite Kids were above punishment and one single mistake could cost her job. Lennox’s eyes turned red and he pointed to himself. “You are going to punish who?…” Nerissa stood up, a glint of surprise in her eyes. “Yes, punish who? Do you even know who we are?”

Emilie moved closer to her: "Carina, quickly tell me, what method do you have?" She said, "Isn't the multimedia classroom small and crowded? The basketball court is very spacious." When she finished speaking, Emilie and Rudy rolled their eyes at her with an unrealistic expression. Rudy said: "That's impossible, what kind of person is Mr. Mendez, you want him to teach at a place like basketball court? It's not like this is some rural assembly. Forget about Mr. Mendez, even we can't convince ourselves."

More words appeared on the screen, in glittery Comic Sans: Hello class, I am the infamous pit bull Elena Montez from Riverside High School. For many years, I've been following around the biggest bitches in school. The video cut to a chihuahua with Lara's face and a pampered poodle with Jessica's. They pranced down a hallway with the Elena-dog following, tail wagging. The audience lost it. "Oh my god," someone said between fits of laughter. "No way this is real." I was such a little loser that as soon as the

"Hello everyone, I'm Mr Howard. I will be teaching you guys for the second half of the semester of this course." The large classroom was filled with more than 200 people. This was a law school public class. The people who came to class were all industry elites. Every time, students had to compete to grab a spot in the class. Among them, there was the well-dressed and elegant Mr Howard. Mr Howard always wore a suit and leather shoes, exuding an elite demeanor. Without saying a word, he stands there like a person of remarkable talent.

It is not so much jealousy, probably more recognition and longing. I check the clock. In a little while, students will spill out from their classes, so it is too late to sneak into the class. Instead I go down to the canteen and get a cup of coffee. From my usual seat at the outcast table I have a perfect view of the big room, and I see it immediately when Luca rounds the corner with the rest of the Elite. As usual Julie is not far away from him and I have to watch as they talk and laugh together.

Selena asked and they both chuckled “This is the only classroom here. All students sit in groups, according to their age and lessons will take place according to the student's capability” Nelson explained, amusing Selena even more. How she wishes she could have been in such a liberated school instead of her's which has no space for an elbow.

Noria Tsk Tsk Tsk, "Look, Miss Rael. It would help if you gave them up. The E-graders never did anything good." It was Noria who was behind Tom's cruel punishments for E-graders. Because in his eyes, class S was Scott Hall's highest talent. Every time it's time for common activities, he will stroke his smooth hair and proudly talk about the outstanding achievements that class S achieved. Even the short blunt knife during the practice of making weapons made him smile because it was the first and only achievement that of all this year's students, only class S could do.

"Okay if that's clear...oh yes you'll have to move up to S class in the second term. The principal of your high school agrees after the notes that your tutor sent him, you have the level to integrate this elitist class» I frowned, an S class? I never heard of it in high school, where does it come from? My mother probably understood that before she spoke. “Oh yes with everything you've been through lately, you haven't checked your high school forum. It was decided by the board of directors that it would be necessary to create a special class for each grade for the students who stand out from the lot, class S is made up of the best students of each class by grade. You are there too and tomorro