S Classes That I Raised の小説・ストーリー

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.

I go back to my class. ----

"Did I ever ask you to pay for your own tuition?" She ignored my question and continued, "But you promised to treat me like your daughter. Now that you're pregnant, is anything in this house still mine? "You don't understand—I've already tried to end my life several times," Madeline said, her voice growing more pitiful with every word. "I don't care. I won't let you take away what's mine. My classmates all drive cars and go on international trips. It's all your fault for not giving me what I want," she said bitterly.

"Whу? Is thеrе something wrоng?" "No. In fасt I juѕt recently figured out whаt'ѕ rіght." My puzzling аnѕwеr еvіdеntlу didn't hеlр her rеасh undеrѕtаndіng. I stepped ѕlоwlу сlоѕеr to Mаrіа ѕо thаt wе were twо аrmѕ' lеngth аwау from each оthеr. Shе lоwеrеd thе mасе ѕрrау she was hоldіng аѕ I did ѕо. "Clаѕѕеѕ аrе оvеr now. I ѕubmіttеd grades twо dауѕ аgо. I'm nо longer уоur professor. I hаvе nо роwеr оvеr your саrееr."

"Yeah! You lack the self-awareness to save yourself! Saintly Woods is going down because you got stupidly jealous of someone who's a thousand times more talented than you!" "Class 3-F was almost an elite class and the pride of the school under Mr. Pearce's guidance, but you had to insert yourself like a fucking blud. Look at how we turned out once you took over. You suck, and if you care about your dignity, leave Saintly Woods now and never come back!" "Mr. Walsh, it's long overdue! Get your own house in order!" a teacher complained. "Every textbook in my class has been thrown into the fire by your students!"

I mutter under my breath. “The good news is that no one thinks you're crazy anymore.” Tayla shrugged. “Great.” I mumbled “Just great. I just became a walking target. I should really punch Lex in the face. I'm afraid I'm going to do it sooner than I imagined.” “That brings us to the second matter at hand.” Kaden sighed. “There's another matter?” I whined. “Yes. It's about your classes.” Princess added, “His royal pain in the ass, tasked us with finding a way to tutor you without taking you to those classes.”

She couldn’t help but mutter. Seems like another bird of prey has risen.

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?"

In the corridor where I joined the other kids, there was a tall chap who seemed to be welcoming new pupils like myself, calling out their names and assigning then to their new classes. And if I had to make a wish right now, I would definitely not wish to be in the same class with Rhianna, an absolute jezebel. She isn't just troublesome, but too much to handle. Geez.... "Daisy S. Class A!" "Louis K. Class B!" "Mia T. Class C!" Freddie Stone. Class B!" "Winona E. Class A!" "Rhianna Brown. Class B!" "Summer V. Class C!"