The Girl Come Back is Super (Nikita and Sheehan) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 I’m not interested in these things. 

“How do I feel that the campus queen a little bitchy. So she failed to show off, and lost her face instead?” 

Yvonne listened to the buzz, and her face became more and more pale, as if she had been severely slapped, which made her face almost burned. 

She was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole to hide herself. 

She felt that she had become a joke in everyone’s eyes and couldn’t stay any longer. 

She turned and pushed away the two friends standing behind her, covering her mouth, and ran out of Class F with red eyes. 

When the bell rang, Miss Zola took a deep look at Nikita and walked back to the podium for class. 

She took the blackboard brush and knocked it on the platform: “All right, class begins. Concentrate on studying.” 

A group of bystanders looked at Yvonne, the campus queen, crying and running out of their classroom, and then turned their eyes back. 

Some people felt sympathy, some people felt schadenfreude. 

From the beginning to the end, Nikita’s face looked faint, and she also took her eyes back and lowered her eyes to continue reading the book in her hand. 

Miss Zola asked Nikita to go to her office after class. 

Class F was on the third floor, and Class A was on the second floor. 

Nikita walked slowly from the third floor to the second floor with her hands in pockets. 

A tall, graceful and handsome boy seemed to be going upstairs, holding an envelope in his hand and facing Nikita accidentally. 

The boy’s eyes rested on the beautiful face of the girl who was a step taller than him. His limbs looked particularly stiff, and his fair and handsome face suddenly turned red. 

He didn’t dare to look at Nikita. He looked at her for only two seconds, just like a shy little girl, and bowed his head with a shy face. 

Someone behind him was encouraging him. 

“Monitor, what are you afraid of? Give her the love letter.” 

“Come on, monitor, we believe you!” 

The handsome and gentle boy’s face was redder. 

“Ni…Nikita.” He spoke, stammered, and handed the white envelope in his hand to Nikita. “Here, here is my letter to you. This letter represents my heart for you, and I hope you can accept it. 

The boy’s voice dropped, and there was a noisy sound around him. 

Nikita frowned, lifted her lower eyelids, and looked up at tlie boy standing in front of her. 

He had a gentle and delicate face, a scholar’s style, and was more than one point eight meters in height. 

There were no doubts that he was a good student. 

Those who could take classes on the second floor were really so-called good students. 

It seemed that he did this kind of thing for the first time, for he looked very shy and nervous-he always buried his heads and dared not look at Nikita. 

He just kept the posture of handing her the letter all the time. 

Nikita looked down at the white envelope in the boy’s hand, her hands still in her pockets, and she didn’t pick up it. 

She looked indifferent, and her voice was somewhat cold and distant: “Sorry, I’m not interested in these things.” After that, she then directly walked past the boy.