The Classroom Of The Elite の小説・ストーリー

" Hermm . The boys from the class also handsome and attractive ." " Don't you know ,this class had mostly from the rich and wealthy family . Few also are the young masters . " " So these are the seniors that the whole class enter the top hundred place in exam last year . Five of them are in the top ten . While there are many voices from the crowds , Elina's group walk steadily into the hall and under the first ,second and third year students they take the middle row and sit properly while speaking among them ignoring the whispers about them .

Carey said. I stepped closer, my voice low and sharp. "You swore on your honor as a teacher?" She swallowed hard. "I..." "Tell me," I pressed, "does a real teacher turn a blind eye when a student is bullied? Favor kids based on their parents' wealth? Take bribes to let one child run wild?" Her face went ashen. "I don't know what you're talking about."

she exclaimed, her voice warm and engaging. The students sprang to their feet, their faces filled with respect and admiration. "Good morning, Ma'am!" they chorused in unison, their voices echoing through the room. Hazel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she began to speak. "Today, we'll be having a special upgrading class. We'll be welcoming some of our Class One students who have shown exceptional potential, and a select few will be fast-tracked to Class Four, skipping Class Three altogether!" The room buzzed with anticipation as Hazel paused for dramatic effect. Then, with a flourish, she gestured to the door, and five students entered, their faces beaming with pride and nervousness.

But this was the first time we were all together in the same class. Areena, Edward and Pretoria. Being their final year, the school authority made an elite class of all the highest-ranking students, making it the best of the Best. Elite Class A, obviously all three happen to be among the 25 of the best final-year students in all the classes. Being an honored class makes it even more difficult for Areena with the whole school. "Everybody hates me." She mumbled to herself, wishing for the final year to end. And how she would have to endure it again. The class ended, in a blink of an eye, and so does the school.

They’re the actors, walking into their parts without needing scripts. I pause just inside the doors, tray balanced in my hands, and let my eyes sweep across the room. The seating chart isn’t written down anywhere, but it might as well be engraved in stone. In the center sits the crown jewel: a long table where the most polished students laugh too loudly, toss their hair too perfectly, and check their phones with the kind of careless entitlement that comes from knowing your last name could buy someone else’s future. The Blackridge Elite. That’s what they’re called, though no one dares say it to their faces. You don’t need to. The way everyone else orbits around them says enough.

This time it was Kehlani who had been quiet that chose to explain to Rose before Sandra could. “Just like Kel said, the classes are also divided like that as well. The classes in our high school are the Purple crystal class known as the special section, Blue crystal class special section 2, Green crystal class and Yellow crystal class. In terms of student and teacher quality, the Yellow crystal class couldn’t compare to any of the classes in front of it, especially the Purple class. Most of the talented students in the city were concentrated in this class, and so it had quite the reputation. Most of the students that came out of the Purple class all got into prestigious universities as well

The bell rang with a sharp chime, echoing through the arched hallways of Creswell Academy. Elara slid into her seat by the window in Contemporary World Affairs—once her favorite class, a lifetime ago. This room, with its polished walnut desks and floor-to-ceiling windows, had seen her at her brightest… and her most broken.

His eyes locked onto me immediately, a dark smile tugging at his lips. “Miss Bennett, you’re late,” he said, his voice smooth but commanding. “Come to the front. We were just discussing themes of submission in classic literature. Perhaps you can help demonstrate.” My heart raced as I walked to the front of the class, feeling every eye in the room on my barely-covered body. Twenty elite students, mostly rich, dominant men, watched with hungry interest. “Yes, Professor,” I whispered, dropping to my knees in front of his desk without being told. “How would you like me to demonstrate?”

For a moment, the room was dead silent before a low but frantic buzzing broke out like a disturbed beehive: "Is that the girl with the short hair from the hallway earlier..." "She’s in this class? The Advanced Class?" I stood on the podium, slowly scanning the room from top to bottom to observe the structure and positioning of everyone inside. Without needing to see the list beforehand, just by looking at the factions forming below, I immediately realized that Blackwood's criteria for class placement had changed drastically this year. The school no longer clearly separated the ultra-wealthy from the academic elite. Instead, they had brazenly mixed top-tier business heirs, the filthy rich, an

Charlotte scoffed, "Really? And do you think you’ve got what it takes to become a member of this elite section?” Teacher Greg raised his eyebrow. 'What elite section is she talking about? There is no such thing as an elite section!' The room was suddenly silent now. The teacher let them continue to see what the new girl would do. "The school principal placed me in this section. I think, with that alone, you already know the answer." Almost instantly, the room erupted into another loud cheering. Teacher Greg was not able to suppress his smirk. "Who do you think you are?" Charlotte asked angrily.