White Room Classroom Of The Elite の小説・ストーリー

I was surprised when Eloisa hit my side so I glanced. “I think there are no students inside?” I asked while observing the classroom. “Your classmates went early and your section is most early!” she answered. “Really? I feel a little bit shy hehehehe” I said in a childish tone. “It’s up to you!” and she went inside to their room. Honestly speaking, this is the worst room ever here because of unpleasant surroundings and uncomfortable. This room is secluded and has been blocked by other building so no air coming inside.

His floor was laid with fine-grained white marble as well. There was a magnificent crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling—its light filtered through a white shade, bathing the room in a dreamlike glow. There was a huge white timber desk occupying the center of the office—its smooth, finely textured surface and sleek silhouette contributing to the entire space's high-end, coordinated luxury. "Have you completed your work for the day, Eli?" Seraphine asked, fixing her gaze on him. Elliott nodded, replying, "It's all done."

She didn’t want to see what Clara had hidden. But she needed to. Because Clara hadn’t just leaked a video. She’d crossed a line so sharp it could cut bone. Lola nodded once. Rina turned the handle. The door creaked open. And the moment they stepped into Clara’s room… everyone froze. Clara’s room looked nothing like a typical dorm anymore. The curtains were drawn tight. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something metallic. The lamps were off, leaving the room dim and eerie. But the well

Eve The War Room isn't a smoky backroom filled with men playing poker. It looks like the flight deck of a spaceship crashed into an industrial loft. Located in a nondescript warehouse in the Meatpacking District, the space is dominated by a massive, U-shaped bank of monitors suspended from the ceiling. Beneath them sits a sleek, tempered-glass command table that glows with a faint blue light. The air is frigid, kept super-cooled for the servers humming behind a glass wall, and the air is redolent with the smell of espresso.

worse meaning too beautiful to be real. White marble floors, curved staircase, gold fixtures. Everything was soft and quiet and expensive, there were large paintings she couldn’t understand, plants that looked fake but probably weren’t, and not a speck of dust in sight. She followed Lena up the stairs, passing what looked like a full library, an indoor bar, a hallway of glass doors leading to the rooftop. “Your room is here,” Lena said, opening a door just across from another one. “That’s his.” Of course it was.

The lobby of the End-User Group Headquarters was a cathedral of "Polished Reality." There were no flickering pixels here, no low-res textures, and no scent of ozone. The floor was solid white Carrara marble, and the air smelled of expensive sandalwood and the sterile, pressurized chill of a high-altitude boardroom.

*Hazel* The room was unexpectedly large and modernly furnished. I had anticipated complete darkness, thinking it would mirror the outside night, but I was immediately shocked. It was nothing like I imagined. The room was themed in gold and white, making it sparkle and feel almost ethereal, as if every surface had been touched by sunlight. The décor was elegant yet comfortable, a perfect balance between luxury and warmth.

They were already in Headmaster's office. William and the Mr. Cool Secretay, stops their discussion as soon as Zitrey come in, then looked at her like they was expecting her presence for quite a while now. Yui's eyes roamed around the room. The interior is very classy, well suited for a high-class man in 40's, then an ambrosial scent of sandalwood runs through his nose, bringing him a cluster of memories of his childhood. The room is full of majestic bookshelves located at the side, grand books, old and new were arranged by category and in volume, then safely covered in glass, away from some nasty particles and dust.

Eallric's door gave a low yowl as he pushed it open. Bertio Holex followed Eallric closely into the pale white, fancy room where a huge, elegant chandelier hung right in the heart of the room like the church bell of a tower, glossy and polished. Eallric walked to the other side of a leather black, urbane desk imported from Deham, and had his sit before pointing out his five fingers offering Bertio a sit.