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Chapter 54 Quit Dawdling–Just Fight Already

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Olivia watched the tall boy standing protectively in front of her and felt a vague sense of familiarity. After a moment of thought, she remembered–it was the classmate who had taken her seat that day.

“My comrade?” Olivia asked, tilting her head.

Benjamin blinked, utterly baffled by her odd choice of words. Comrade?

Before Olivia could dwell further on Benjamin’s unexpected appearance, another boy–handsome, with a bright and sunny demeanor–hurried over to join therm

“Wow, a bunch of grown men ganging up on a girl. You guys really have no shame, huh?” Lucas snarked as he stepped beside Benjamin, the two of them forming an impenetrable wall around Olivia.

After throwing out his jab, Lucas turned his attention to Olivia.

He and Benjamin had been passing nearby when they saw a girl with the St. Rona Academy crest sobbing and frantically making a phone call.

When the girl spotted Benjamin, she immediately ran over and begged for help, claiming that hex classmate Olivia was being surrounded by thugs.

Benjamin had initially been indifferent–until the girl mentioned the name Olivia. Without another word, he bolted toward the scene at a speed that left Lucas completely dumbfounded.

Lucas had assumed it must be some goddess to get Benjamin, who was famously apathetic, so worked up. But now, seeing Olivia’s plain, bespectacled face, he couldn’t help the stream of question marks popping up in his mind.

This?

asked, looking up at her

were in trouble. We’re here to play the heroes,” Lucas replied with

unnecessary, Olivia

firmly, still standing protectively in

a good person,” Olivia

call Benjamin a good person? For the first

leaving here today!” The lead thug barked, realizing Mia had managed to send help faster than he’d expected. Still, they had the

the seven thugs surged

Lucas clenched their fists, ready

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standing in front of her, then at the seven or eight burly men rushing toward them. With a sigh,

is everyone so slow

their fists. But before they could throw a

flying kick that sent the leader–a man

froze,

dawdling. Just fight already,” Olivia said, her voice dripping with disdain. Without waiting for a response, her petite figure

A sweeping kick.

An over–the–shoulder throw.

devastating low blow.