Sugino Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

If left to them, the three of them would have taken poor me to a solarium or something equally weird. Shaking my head to dispel memories of that day, I performed my ritual of blowing them a kiss and then took my books and slammed my locker shut. I got to class after Mr Yukino, our Japanese American English teacher. He tilted his head towards the owl clock on the wall and cocked his brow in question. Leave it to him not to come out and ask me why I was late.

"I can't believe I'm sitting in the same classroom with the murderer" "He might as well slit our throats and hide our bodies" "He's cute" "Disgusting attitude" "He should be in the mad house, not here" "How is he even here if he had spent most of his life in the madhouse?" "Alright, class. Be quiet! I do not want to hear any more statements about murderers or madhouses or you will be thrown out of my class!" Our teacher states and everyone falls quiet. I turn to look at Kang who has his head lowered slightly, his eyes squeezed shut. He looks so.....dejected.

Papasok na ako. "Siya yun." Bulungan sa hallway. "Ang sabi ni Sarah, di daw napahiya yan sa klase dahil bigla daw nakisali si Jin. Alam mo na yun si Jin, kapag nagsasalita...sinusunod ng lahat." "Bakit naman siya ililigtas ni Jin. Di naman maganda oh. At never nga akong magkaka-insecure sa kanya. Swerte lang siya at naawa sa kanya si Jin."

replied Suijin as he frowned. After listening to Ryugu’s report of the current situation, Suijin’s face ended up getting so gloomy that in the end, he couldn’t help but toss his chopsticks to the floor while yelling, “God d*mnit…! You’re telling me we lost a dozen assassins?!”

Lu Xiaosang felt that the imagery presented was very like how the protagonist in an action movie tossed a lighter behind them and immediately set everything aflame in a sea of fire. "The next time you ask me to explain a question, mind your attitudes." Gu Jiuci's gaze swept across the dumbstruck students. Lu Xiaosang had already meekly moved to the side to allow her back to her seat. The entire Class A was completely silent. Yu Gu, the student who had caused the loudest ruckus earlier, sat down ashen-faced and quietly copied down the solutions on the blackboard. Abbot Du wanted to pick up a piece of chalk to cover his awkwardness, but found that his hand was shaking.

At least Lai did not murder any living thing in the classroom. We both walk back to the front corridor and hand the keys to the staff room. After that, the lady teacher with a mysterious glint in her voice approaches us. Maybe the interview is over. "So, how was it? Did you like the class, Miss Sharma?" She stares at her in high hopes.

he said abruptly. "Oh my gosh, yeah! All right!" I answer sarcastically, one minute is impossible. I left the classroom before our last-period teacher arrived. And after I peed, I washed my hands first. "Ouch..." I touched my head when images suddenly entered my brain. Four men... Men carrying katanas, guns, and various weapons… The bloodshed of someone important to me "Ahhh!" I couldn’t help but scream as I couldn’t stand the pain until I’m already sitting on the floor of the comfort room. And before I fainted, I saw the comfort room’s door open loudly. And everything went black.

Miyoung’s words were low but easily heard in the silent room. Jihoon watched Somin’s jaw flex, like she held back a biting retort. But he knew her. She rarely succeeded in curbing her temper. It was as if the whole class held their breath, waiting for the thick tension in the air to break. Instead, the door opened and the math teacher, Mr. Hong, entered. • • Jihoon watched Miyoung throughout the class. She sat a row up and across the aisle from him. Her hand took quick notes as the teacher lectured. He stared at it, remembering how she snapped off the dokkaebi’s thumb. He shivered involuntarily.

I simply nodded, and just when she was about to speak other profanities that I was not ready to listen to, a student barged into the room. "What in Poseidon's testicles are you doing here!" resisted the urge not to laugh at the curse word and the metaphor she had used all together. "A student has been brutally murdered outside" Everyone including myself stood up and rushed out of the boardroom. Mac held my hand as we ran down the walkway to see that everyone was gathered outside the school premises. We made our way through the crowd to see the horrid sight before us; A young guy who was probably a freshman was butchered into so many parts.

Dante followed me out of the auditorium the second Thorne dismissed the class for a brief intermission. We pushed through the double doors, bypassing the crowded main hallway and slipping into an empty, glass-walled study room near the back of the building. I locked the door immediately, dropping my messenger bag onto the conference table and bracing my hands against the edge. The adrenaline from the public confrontation finally peaked, sending a rushing sensation through my ears. We had just survived a carefully crafted assassination attempt on our academic careers, successfully turning the entire room against the person who orchestrated the attack. Dante dropped his jacket onto a chair and