Sugino Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

In the next second, she reappears, hooked on the pointy part of the high pole that connects to the classroom ceiling, screaming in abject terror before her body hits the stone floor at the front of the classroom with a loud crack. Dead, killed by the Vel Morin…

Suarez. It was not only the person sitting in the front that- had become surprised because of the sudden action of Ms. Suarez- all of the students inside the classroom had become dumbfounded. They hadn't expected the sudden move of their teacher. They thought she would only start with her lecture, regardless if they, will listen or not. The students didn't expect that- she would not directly do her usual discussion but instead walked near the student area and spy- on what they were doing. Since he was; already caught, Angelo decided to walk back on the; mini podium for the teacher and gave the students his signature smile. His smile was so creepy that the students could swear that what they

Police cars and ambulances wailed, blocking off the entire lecture hall area of the History department. A female student had jumped from a building, committing suicide. The victim was none other than Annie Foster. All students from the Art History class were asked to stay and give statements, as they were among the last people to have contact with the victim. Zoe stood in a corner of the hallway, silently observing. Her face was as expressionless as ever, only slightly paler. She recalled Annie’s desperate cry at noon, her hand curling slightly. If she had done something then, Annie might not have died...

the teacher said. I stood up still panting and nervous. I salute and bow at him then walk fast to my classroom. I knock on the door few times before the teacher went outside to see me. “Why are you late Student Lee?” she asked still not going inside the room. “I dropped by at the hospital where President Seo was confine,” I reasoned out and bow at her. “Is that so? You can announce in your class what happened during you break time,” she said and went inside and gestured me to come in also.

Angelo expressionlessly looks at the knob that was destroyed because of him then just uses his hand to knock the metal door hard. The expressions of the students inside the classroom change like the colour of palette. Truly a wonderful sight, they gaze at the Teacher standing in front of the podium in union and sure enough, Teacher Lavin expression can only be described in one word-unpleasant. They silently lit a candle for their fellow students who will receive the cruel punishment Teacher Lavin would give but only if the person who will receive Teacher Lavin punishment will silently obey and not complain.

They threw sharp, unfriendly glances her way, but Claudia ignored them completely, focusing on the teacher instead. “You— the new student,” the teacher called gently, pointing at her. “Please come forward and introduce yourself.” Claudia stood. “My name is Claudia Jackson,” she said simply. “Nice to meet you all.” Then she returned to her seat. A loud hiss broke the calm. Tina. The teacher paused briefly, then continued as if nothing had happened. “Today’s topic focuses on recent events in Italy,” she began. The class grew attentive. “There have been multiple assassinations targeting high- ranking officials. The attacker is a serial killer known as Striker.”

We sign the accord in the second classroom because there is no other room big enough that still feels honest. The first classroom is for lessons. The keep is for war. The courtyard is for bread. The second classroom is for asking, so we bring the table from the floor and let Hayes and his people take off their shoes at the door.

“D-did someone die?” She nodded her head slowly, her lips now a thin line. “O-one of our teachers hanged himself right at the back of the school.” “What the fuck!” Jude's jaw hung loose. “Why would he do some crazy, disturbing thing like that in school campus? Kids will have nightmares!” “Ask Ling.” The five of us whipped our heads to the side. Maring (or I thought Maring was her name) crossed her arms. Mrs. Carpio was the first to react. Her brows rose to her hairline. “Ling? What does she have to do with this?”

"H-He's okay, that's it. We didn't catch up with him anymore because we only rode motorcycles, he only had wounds on his face, carrying During class, it was like my mind was flying and it created its own world. I couldn't understand what was being taught. by Sir Sandro. He is our professor in this class. I am still ashamed of what happened earlier. Our class just ended and my mind is still wandering. How can I help him if I don't know anything? "Hey girl! how deep are you thinking?" I suddenly looked at Shane when he was close to me. we are in the cafeteria today because it's lunch break. Julia and I looked at her and thought of something. "Ah, I'm just curious. Did anything else happen to t

Sometimes he would work into the early evening before leaving to catch his train, so they decided it was the perfect place. It would also be symbolic to do it in the classroom, just like before. This time, Misao Aika needed to bring Teacher Tadeo somewhere so that Takahashi Sato could hide in the cleaning closet and then prepare the camera. Takahashi Sato was in the restroom when he got a message from Misao Aika that they were out of the classroom. With that, he immediately went into Teacher Tadeo's classroom. He discretely put out the camera hidden to one of the desks before he hides inside a cleaning closet.