Sugino Assassination Classroom Novels & Stories

And if I do not become a doctor, no one will cure you of your absent-mindedness . - Enough "if"! Samantha grabbed Leah's arm and pulled her towards the classroom. She didn't really resist. They were in a hurry to the biology class. The teacher, Mr. Yamamoto, was of Japanese descent, so he was called "Kamikazde" behind his back. He got the nickname for a reason - Yamamoto was distinguished by rare dedication, and often took on the children's tricks, for which he received from the director. But the elderly Japanese was very kind, which his students often used. However, there was something that Kamikazde did not like very much - being late.

He said in a low tone of voice, trying to contain his happiness because Mukgu said yes. Mukgu was inside of the classroom, Chichi, Suzette and Erica were her classmates on that subject so that was why they were also there. They witnessed Blake sending off Mukgu in the classroom because there were transparent windows. They were following Mukgu while she was walking towards her seat by their gaze.

I agreed with a nod, we managed to fend him off with the element of surprise next time we might not be so lucky “let’s get back to the auditorium” We made our way back to the auditorium silently, the mood was not the one for talking we just witnessed our classmate feed on another school mate and there was nothing we could do about it. The candle light service dragged on, everyone held their candles up in remembrance of the life lost not knowing they are about to mourn another.

One second later, the class became noisy because they heard what the Seonsaengnim said. How could Kazuo do that... "No, Kazuo didn't do that." I said almost inaudibly. Without realizing it, I immediately put the pen on the table. And then I stood up, everyone was looking at me. I stepped forward, after that I put my final exam paper on the teacher's desk. "Seonsaengnim, may excuse me, please?" I asked, and he nodded his head. I immediately walked past him. As fast as I could, I walked through the corridor, and I turned to run towards the School of Criminal Psychology. How could Kazuo do that? He even failed to steal, why is he now the main suspect?

I think the owl had been a test. Oliver, that’s the guy’s name, wanted to see if I would actually do it. I did, I killed him with my bare hands, then I took a picture of his dead body, before racing off and vomiting on a mountain. The force of my dry heaves started an avalanche which thankfully covered what little I had vomited up.

The school from the outside looked peaceful. But from the inside, the real chaos lied. Students, in their teens, in conflicting emotions. With too much at stake, their attention divided, eyes wandering outside the four corners of the classroom. Hundreds of trees were planted around the soccer fields. In one of the Korean Red Pine, that’s where Suho hid himself. Clad in a white shirt and brown scarf, tucking in both hands in his gray coat. The tree was the closest to the gate, giving him visibility of the senior’s classrooms. And he knew exactly where Hana sat. His small eyes fixated on that exact spot.

I found the room, stood at the doorway, and let the memories flood back. My seat—third row, second from the window. I could almost see myself sitting there, laughing with Samuel, passing notes during lessons. His smile, his gentle voice... it was all so vivid. But then, the air shifted. Cold. Unforgiving. A chill ran down my spine as I remembered the blood. The moment when the innocent days were shattered by the murder. The lifeless body, cold dead eyes staring back at me. The smell of blood. The sight of his pale, limp form, draped like a broken doll in the corner of the classroom.

But he dissapeared in the morning and since then they never meet each other again and she didn't even know the man she had saved from drowning is the same men she saved from died because of the bullet . Twenty minutes later , all the first year students students from class one and class two takes their seats in the auditorium while they can see a corpse covered by a white cloth on the stretcher place on the stage . Suddenly Shushu who had been focused her eyes on the corpse become pale . She just looking at the corpse without looking at her classmates. Then they heard a female student from the class two screams loudly while pointing at the corpse on the stage . Then few of the male students

Without warning, he held my waist, pulling me towards him, kissing my forehead, “Okay. I will.” Fully blushing, I left with Sigil. However just as we arrived at school, we witnessed a horrific incident. Someone stood in front of the school’s tallest building — a four storey building — and from the way the student’s arms were stretched I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me what was going to happen. He wanted to kill himself. He wanted to commit suicide.

While his killer gets away with it. Lucas’s parents had taken his death in good faith but not I, Roxette Bennett. His killer would pay, in many ways than one. I slipped into the classroom early, choosing a seat in the second row, directly in front of the lectern. I wanted to be close enough to catch every word, every expression. Despite the chatter as the room started to clutter, my gaze remained fixed on the door as if I would miss the moment she walked in if I as much as shook.