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Chapter 129: The Martial Art Training Invite
Author: Dragon Sly
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Benjamin gave Irene a cold look before he stood up and said, "Class, Ms. Winslow won't be here anymore for maybe weeks or even a month. She asked me to inform you all."

The news struck a wave of disappointment among the students.

"No, that's bad; she's the best teacher we have."

"I hope everything is okay with her. She's so nice!"

"Who will take her place? We'll miss her classes.”

Benjamin, observing the reactions, sighed and then walked out of the class.

Walking out of the class, he took his phone out and texted his two friends, and they agreed to meet at the school canteen, where food was sold.

Without wasting time, Benjamin walked straight there. Upon arriving, he saw Austin and Matthew, both perfectly dressed, sitting down.

Immediately, they saw him, and all three of them had smiles on their faces. "Hey, Benjamin, I didn't expect you in. I heard you killed a shark; is that true?" Austin asked.

Matthew nodded and said, "We heard you killed a shark for the sake of Ms. Winslow. Man,
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