The Substitute Body of a Killer

New School

~Do not listen to useless words~

Happy Reading...

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Nadhira was taken by Najwa's mother to the tenth grade of IPS C. Sounded from a distance the commotion of the class that has not been entered by the teacher.

When Najwa's mother invited Nadhira into the class and signaled to all students to calm down.

"This is our new transfer student. I wish you all could be friends. Next we will ask the new student to introduce himself, m" explained Najwa's mother.

The entire student in the class stared at Nadhira with various expressions.

The girl was really pretty with big eyes and cherry red lips. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she blinked, looking beautiful and adorable. It's just that the uniform he used looks shabby, not in accordance with his appearance.

"Currently, I'm sure he's another poor boy. I really don't know how a person like this can get into an elite school like this!" A girl said as she rolled her eyes after glancing at Nadhira's appearance in jealousy.

"Hah, she is exactly like Nisa who is jealous of my beauty," Nadhira sat helplessly. Is she wrong if her face is beautiful?

Most of the students here express their opinions clearly without any consideration of the targeted feelings.

They are not afraid of it, because they have supporters behind them, rich parents. Even the teachers could only close their eyes and pretend not to listen.

Nadhira heard it too but he pretended not to hear it and made a simple introduction. "I am Nadhira Maharani, commonly called Ira,"

That all? His classmates are confused. Somehow they felt that his name was not foreign.

Someone suddenly recalled this familiar name and spoke out loudly. "I remember now! So you're Nadhira Maharani? You are the student who got the top grade in the monthly replay together throughout the school in Kot D and got the perfect grade?

The majority of students at JAYA High School do not care much about the test results, as most of them come from wealthy families. Nonetheless, the teachers assigned to this school were the best teachers in the entire City B. It is clear that in this world, the rich and powerful have an advantage.

After some commotion in the classroom, Najwa's mother pointed calmly to the desk at the very back of the classroom near the trash can and said to Nadhira. "Sit down there first. Soon this class will reset the seat in a few days and will move you, "It was not Najwa's mother's intention to isolate Najwa, but the seat in the class was all filled up. It's the only empty place.

"Mm," Nadhira nodded and walked towards the chair that Najwa's mother had pointed out. There are a lot of rich students in IPS classes as well and certainly a lot of mischievous ones from them.

As Nadhira walked through the path leading to the back of the classroom, he saw a boy chuckling with his hands covering his mouth like he was planning something. However, his plans were all written on his face.

Nadhira pretended to be unconscious and continued walking backwards. While he was near the chuckling boy, the boy suddenly stuck out his leg trying to trap Nadhira, planning to prank the new student.

Many of the students in the class laughed silently, as if accustomed to the way the boy greeted the new students.

The scenario they envisioned was Nadhira stumbling unwittingly, falling to the floor in a loud voice while the entire class laughed to the fullest. But this is not the reality.

Nadhira grinned as his legs continued to walk, while the boy's legs had already been extended longer on the road and then without him expecting, without him, nadhira's feet lifted right above his feet and immediately stepped on the boy's feet.

"Aah!" Shouted the boy. "Oh, ouch, ouch! It hurts!" Nadhira stepped on it hard.

When all the students in the class witnessed that, they were all dumbfounded. Every time a new student who doesn't have much family support but excels in their academics will be in the works, as the boy does now. Regardless, none of them managed to avoid it. However, when Nadhira was experiencing that, she looked like she knew nothing about it. Then why, the one who was stepped on was even the foot of the boy? It was as if the new kid already knew their tricks but as if he did not know?

The boy was not angry at being stepped on. However, he chuckled and rubbed his legs which he had already pulled. While he said right in front of his teacher, Najwa's mother. "Hey, new boy! You're pretty interesting too! Let's befriend! I'm Bagas Pratama, are you? "

Although Nadhira had introduced himself in front of the entire class, no one had really noticed his name, most of them ignored him.

Nadhira ignored the boy and walked past him towards the designated seat. There were definitely girls in the class who were upset and angry about it.

Bagas Pratama is one of the most popular male students in the school. He is handsome and very charismatic. More importantly, he came from a wealthy family.

It is said that he is the heir to a successful group in City B and with a fortune of billions. Many girls in Class C and other classes admire her. Therefore, they immediately did not like Nadhira.

"What are the new students proud of? How dare he ignore Young Master Bagas? Does he really think he's a jewel? Pfft! "

"Yes! Take a look at the uniform she was wearing, was it a trace? How could he wear that!"

Students of JAYA High School are almost all from very rich people. Therefore, they usually compete to compare who wears the latest and most expensive luxury uniforms.

The uniform that Nadhira wears causes her to become another new gossip ingredient among girls who have disliked her since her introduction.

Despite this, Nadhira ignored everything as if she could not hear. His seat was next to the backmost trash can, so he had no tablemates. As he wanted to rest for a while and close his eyes, someone touched his arm.

Opening her eyes, she was greeted by a fashionable and cute looking girl sitting in front of her.

"Hi salam know. I am Clara Princess Rahayu. Can we be friends?" The girl blinked sweetly and continued in a tone so relaxed as if she already knew him. "I know your name is Nadhira. You don't have to introduce yourself anymore, okay? " Cla was very friendly. There is a sense of elegance and politeness in every word he speaks.

That feeling made Nadhira feel comfortable.

Nadhira nodded and replied. "Of course, with pleasure,"

"You agree? Then we're friends from now on, you shouldn't regret going forward!" Clara smiled sweetly.

Right after that, the class bell rang.

Clara chuckled and pursed her lips. "We should start our lesson. Let's go to the cafeteria together for lunch,"

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