Romans & histoires S Class That I Raised

The class did not exist. I sat there with my coffee going cold in my hand and looked at the empty search results and thought about the way he had given me that class name. No hesitation, no searching for it, smooth and immediate. Not the hesitation of someone making something up. The fluency of someone who had prepared the answer in advance. Which meant he had known I would ask. I put the coffee down, opened a new tab, and typed CC Coin.

Her eyes lingered on Olivia with contempt, treating her like a filthy creature. "Fine," I said cheerfully. Feeling a little anxious, Olivia clutched my shirt tightly. I gently patted her head, trying to comfort her. "As for these two," I continued, "send them back where they came from. I've been the sole breadwinner all these years. There's no reason I should raise two children who aren't mine." Jessica stared at me in disbelief, unable to grasp how the normally easygoing, agreeable man she knew could suddenly become so resolute.

You will think that it is not just for rehearsing and strengthening your power, you will actually study yourself which I hate the most of all. "Ehem. What can I do for you, Zenith?" there was an emphasis on the name I heard from behind. I faced who it was, always wearing a hat. "Nothing, I'm just looking for my class," I said. Suddenly one of his eyebrows rose. Cool! "Hmm, based on the color of the card you're holding, you're Class A which is my class. If you look at me, psh! Let's go," he said and then went first.

"Okay if that's clear...oh yes you'll have to move up to S class in the second term. The principal of your high school agrees after the notes that your tutor sent him, you have the level to integrate this elitist class» I frowned, an S class? I never heard of it in high school, where does it come from? My mother probably understood that before she spoke. “Oh yes with everything you've been through lately, you haven't checked your high school forum. It was decided by the board of directors that it would be necessary to create a special class for each grade for the students who stand out from the lot, class S is made up of the best students of each class by grade. You are there too and tomorro

“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.

Without as much as waiting to see her perform an act that would cause the rising of blood to my d*ck, I turned my back to the class, blowing out a small breath before continuing with whatever bullish speech my head could come up with. "Where are your materials?"

My brow furrowed as I carefully read what was written on the wooden table. ‘I ENJOYED LAST NIGHT AT S.C. HOPE YOU ALSO DID?’ The S.C. again? What's that? Anger twirled deeply into my flesh and without thinking of the gravity of what I'm about to do, I let out a loud thunder at everyone present in the classroom…

The class exchanged glances, murmurs rising. “I just received a call from the office this morning.” Mr. Mike continued, setting down his mug, “They informed me that because of the outstanding academic performance of this class over the last test, I’ve been given a salary raise. A significant one. And if you all pass the coming exams, my raise would be on par with class one’s teacher’s salary.” We stared at him. Then erupted.

I'm ready to live again. *********************************************

He starts to calm down visibly as I move to sit behind my desk. “I’m sorry, Sammy, I misjudged you,” I apologize. “It seems that your being in my class is purely coincidental. I’m sure you can understand why I'd be skeptical," I raise an eyebrow at him, attempting to ease some of the tension in the room. "I was more than a little surprised to see you were in my class this morning. As you can imagine, it would cause quite a few problems to have someone that I have had…relations with as one of the students in my class. It would be considered, at the very least…unethical."