Sudou Classroom Of The Elite Novels & Stories

Tired and sore from his work out Kelley fell on the bed and slept like the dead, oblivious to the pair of eyes looking at him from the small partition in the curtains. Mason James parked his truck in front of Jesse’s dojo and walked inside. Jesse was busy cleaning the boxing bags and he smiled when he saw Mason. “Hey, kid.” “Did I see Kelley Alexander walk out of your dojo earlier?” “He’s not a bad kid, just like you.” “He’s Elite, Jesse.” “Is he? Maybe he’s just a kid that needs a helping hand like you did a few years ago.” “Once an Elite always an Elite.” “He’s Public now, isn’t he? Are you the one giving him a hard time in school?”

I pulled Eleanor along but not before pushing out my tongue and showing of the face to Damien. ‘’Omg! Manners Cressida! What are you doing?’ My inner voice spoke in, scolding myself. We pushed through the mobbed hallways until reaching the classroom number 44. On entering, I saw how familiar it was to our classrooms on earth. The walls were painted with cream white colour. The ceiling had spotlights infused in it as they lightened the entire classroom. Vertical windows were lined up on the front wall, as we stepped in. Smart Board was attached on the wall at the right side of mine, instead of a white board or a black board. Quite high tech, I liked it.

I soon discovered that Elysium was as much a classroom as it was a playground. On my third evening at the club, Marco ushered me into the main hall with a conspiratorial grin. “Tonight you’re in for a treat,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling with a familiar warmth. “Jennifer’s teaching a flogging class.”

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.

It was a fateful afternoon at Vale College, an exclusive, high-end institution attended only by the extremely wealthy. Sarah was already completely bored in Mr. Chan’s math class. Anyone watching her might have assumed she was just an unserious student slacking off, but the reality was the exact opposite: Sarah was the smartest and most dedicated student in the entire department. Mr. Chan knew better than to disturb her, fully aware that she had likely already mastered the day's topic long before her peers.

Not only that, the seats and tables are also full of markers, including; POOR CHILDREN ARE BETTER TO DIE, UGLY AND POOR IS BANNED ALIVE, and IDIOT. Tukijo crouched to tidy up his bag and scattered books. Suddenly, Udin appeared leaning his shoulder in the doorway of the classroom. "Poor fate for you, Tukijo. Haha ...," he mocked. Then, Udin disappeared like a jelangkung¹. He came even though he wasn't invited, then he too just left. While Tukijo was cleaning his desk, he saw an old Noxia 1202 cellphone in Markonah's desk drawer. Since the cellphone was on with a silent tone, Tukijo took it.

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.

I really can't concentrate on chemistry class so I start dozing off. Suddenly the doors of the classroom opens and our class teacher Ms Mathew, who is an elegant but stingy lady comes with a boy who is wearing the same school uniform, as ours, following her right behind. All the girls were mesmerized by his spendiferousness and were staring at him like a pack of wolves staring at its prey. The boys were just looking at him with envious eyes. They might really be taking him as an another competitor.All have different expressions on their faces, excluding me and Ren. When I looked at Ren, he was just checking his notes and not giving a damn about his surrounding.

I noticed Elena’s shoulders stiffen slightly. She forced a small smile, but I could tell she felt nervous under his gaze. Before I could say anything to ease the tension, the classroom door opened again as Instructor Day walked back inside. “I am back, students,” he said calmly. The class quickly became quiet. His eyes scanned the room before stopping on me. “Pendragon Eli, come take this.” I stood up and walked toward him. He handed me a laptop and several textbooks. The laptop was slim and modern, much better than anything I had ever used before.

Indeed, no one would need to go to the principal’s office today; the principal’s office has already come to them. On the surface, Everesters are silent and have worried looks on their faces but, deep down, they’re rejoicing over the unscheduled free period, especially in Squidward’s ineluctable slot. Principal Aguilar has ordered that both doors of the classroom be closed, which is something rare in the 30-degree tropical climate. He didn’t want to attract the attention of any other students passing along the corridor.