The S Classes I Raised Novels & Stories

Noria Tsk Tsk Tsk, "Look, Miss Rael. It would help if you gave them up. The E-graders never did anything good." It was Noria who was behind Tom's cruel punishments for E-graders. Because in his eyes, class S was Scott Hall's highest talent. Every time it's time for common activities, he will stroke his smooth hair and proudly talk about the outstanding achievements that class S achieved. Even the short blunt knife during the practice of making weapons made him smile because it was the first and only achievement that of all this year's students, only class S could do.

I looked at his furious face, and the last warmth in my heart cooled into ice. "Victor, your startup capital came from me selling my old family house. All the core technology over the last three years was provided by me for free. And now you're saying I live off you?"

She hung her head and decided to do the right thing. "Alright girls," she began, "I haven't been honest with you from the beginning. I was just hired yesterday and that was because Mrs. Walther retired. She was supposed to be giving you this lecture today. They needed someone with a teaching degree who was ready to start work immediately. That meant me. Unfortunately for you girls I am not a class-A Hish. I am a class-C. I studied up so I could talk to you today, but I cannot share my experiences because I am not Class-A. I have never even seen a Class-A person without their clothes on. I am sorry, if there is anything I can do beyond going into my own experience I would love to help and I a

Even if it is so, it's impossible for you to not feel any pressure having it out all this time. Ban: Upper S class? Feyla: Yes. We call familiars that are above the S class as upper S class. Ban: Well yes then. If I am not sure, Lord Drago did say he was above S class. (He’s sSs class actually). Melany: Well don't you feel anything? Don't you feel weak like you're draining your spiritual strength and greatly being consumed out of your stamina? Ban: No, I feel fine actually.

“I peeked through your file and found out that you are in Class A. However, Leo is in Class B. There is another class and that’s Class C.” I couldn’t help the frown that marred my brow. “Is there a reason for the distinctions?” “You wrote an entrance exam, didn’t you? They grade you based on your IQ.” Lindsay led me to an unoccupied desk and slammed her hand on it. “Unfortunately we are in the same class as Emerald.” “We?”

F for the freshman, S for the sophomores, J for the juniors, and S for the seniors. You guys may be wondering by now which section I am in. I'm in class S-B, a.k.a Senior Class B. Not that smart, but smart at the same time I guess. I came to stop at our classroom door. It was close. Well, I'm not surprised. I'm 5 minutes late after all. But hey, it doesn't matter. Just think of the faces of my classmates once I barge in the room. They'll be shocked and at the same time awestruck.

he informed then and smirked. He continued into the startled silence; "Well too bad", he quipped, "You'll just have to get over it", he said. "All classes are divided into five sections: Class A to Class E. That's not to say Class A is filled with geniuses and Class E are all stupid, don't be insipid, we're not idiots—we don't want anyone to discriminate on those qualities", he rolled his eyes and continued, "No... each Class has an average student, a really bad student, and a genius", he listed, "There is however a Best Class Award so, each year you will compete against the other classes to win this award and make your homeroom teacher proud", he explained in detail.

“You’re calling me names when you don’t even know what you’re talking about!” “Do you even know who you’re talking to?” She laughed “I don’t care,” I shot back. “And I don’t need to know.” “Lily…please calm down… ” Sebastian tried. “No!” I snapped, not even looking at him. “I’m tired of this!” The girl’s friends stepped forward immediately. “You’re a Class C,” one of them said sharply. “You don’t get to talk back to someone above you.” That did it , This whole Classification nonsense was such a mind fvck! I was tired of it being a normal concept.

Claire's POV “Stunning” Sasha breathed, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You could stop traffic in that outfit, Claire. No, scratch that—you will stop it. You own this room, you own that stage. And that's on period!” Stripping day was here. After all the classes I had had, it was time to make some money for Salvatore. Classes had been hard but I was getting the hang of it and I was sure this would be better than the last time.

This upset Carl very much, yet he dared not show it. “Humans are divided into three classes. The lower-class work with their hands, the middle-class work with their minds, and the upper-class work other people. Kareem is in the lower class while father-in-law, you are partially in the middle-class at most. However, Drake Tucker and his group are in the upper-class, do you understand?” Carl was shocked.