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Chapter 90: Mocking?
The entire Shrek Academy team dragged their exhausted bodies slowly into their designated rest room.
A thick gloom hung over everyone's face, and a suffocating silence filled the room.
If Wu Heyi were here, he would surely feel that the scene before him was familiar.
Everyone had some injuries, but thanks to Ye Lingling's amazing soul skill, these external injuries had almost healed.
However, while Ye Lingling's soul skills could heal physical wounds, they could not soothe the deep pain they suffered in their hearts.
Ning Rongrong was filled with deep self-blame. If it weren't for her, how could Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing have been captured and imprisoned by the enemy, thus missing the best opportunity for battle?
What pained her even more was that if it weren't for her mistake, Xiao Wu wouldn't have been seriously injured!
Ning Rongrong felt increasingly remorseful as she thought about it, and the anger in her heart burned ever brighter. In the end, she could no longer contain herself, so she covered her face with her hands, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam.
As the beloved eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, when had she ever experienced such a sense of powerlessness and self-blame?
At this moment, she even began to complain that she was not strong enough to protect her companions from harm.
In contrast, Ma Hongjun was not seriously injured, but the loss in this competition still made him feel very disappointed.
Looking at his teammates who were depressed and filled with self-blame, he wanted to say some words of comfort and encouragement to persuade them to think about the problem in an optimistic and positive way, but after racking his brains, he found that he didn't know how to start.
So he could only sit silently to the side, sharing the somber atmosphere with everyone else.
You should know that he was the first person among all the contestants to be eliminated!
At this moment, Dai Mubai's gaze was fixed on the figure curled up alone in the corner of the sofa—Zhu Zhuqing.
She had her legs curled up, and she buried her head deep in her chest like a frightened kitten.
Upon seeing Zhu Zhuqing in such a state, Dai Mubai's anger and regret erupted like a volcano.
His eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, fists clenched, and then he suddenly raised his right arm and slammed it hard against the table in front of him.
With a dull thud, he smashed a deep crack into the otherwise sturdy tabletop.
"It's all my fault for being too weak and incompetent, which is why Zhu Qing suffered such harm!"
As Dai Mubai roared, he repeatedly pounded his fists on the cracked tabletop, seemingly trying to vent his deep-seated self-blame and guilt.
In contrast, although Xiao Wu was also heartbroken by the defeat in this battle, she still bravely stayed by Tang San's side and clung to him tightly, afraid that he would blame himself too much.
She knew that Tang San had always been a very responsible person, and if she allowed him to wallow in self-blame, it would probably have a great impact on his state of mind.
Meanwhile, Oscar's feelings were also extremely complicated.
Looking at Ning Rongrong beside him, whose expression was gloomy, he couldn't help but want to reach out and comfort her several times. However, every time his hand was about to touch Ning Rongrong's shoulder, he quickly withdrew it as if he had been electrocuted.
Because at this moment, even he himself didn't know how to comfort this girl who was also heartbroken.
Recalling the fierce battle that had just ended, Oscar couldn't help but feel a surge of shame and helplessness.
Throughout the entire battle, he made almost no substantial contribution to the fight; moreover, he even fell asleep at a crucial moment.
This battle was like a nightmare for him, ruthlessly revealing a cruel truth: whether he was there or not would not have much impact on the course of the battle.
Despite being a gifted food-type Soul Master, he ultimately couldn't escape being considered "useless" due to a lack of sufficient combat power.
Just then, a soft, rhythmic knocking sound broke the tranquil atmosphere of the Shrek Academy lounge.
Almost at the same time, everyone looked up, their gazes all turning towards the door.
The tightly closed door seemed to become the center of attention on the stage, attracting everyone's curious gaze.
They were filled with doubt and speculation: who would come knocking at this time?
Various possibilities flashed through everyone's mind, but no one could be sure of the real answer.
After a brief moment of staring, their gazes returned to the academy teacher as if waiting for an explanation or instruction.
However, at this moment, Flander's mood was extremely bad.
In a gambling game that just ended, he unfortunately lost a large sum of money, having staked his entire fortune.
Watching the Shrek team fall, his heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, causing him immense pain.
Now, let alone figuring out who the person outside the door is, even figuring out how to pay for the trip back to the academy has become a major headache for him.
Left with no other choice, Flander could only wave bitterly at Zhao Wuji, signaling him to go and deal with the situation outside the door.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Wuji immediately nodded in understanding and then quickly walked towards the door.
As he reached out and grasped the doorknob, turning it gently, all eyes were once again drawn to the door that was about to open.
With a soft click, the door slowly opened.
At that very moment, a round head cautiously peeked in through the crack in the door.
"Hey, everyone's here!" That familiar voice, which also carried a hint of smugness, reached everyone's ears.
Upon hearing this voice, the boys' faces instantly darkened. They unconsciously clenched their fists, their eyes flashing with anger.
If looks could kill, this person would probably have been torn to pieces long ago.
Their gnashing teeth clearly showed their extreme disgust for the newcomer, as if they wished they could devour him alive on the spot to vent their hatred.
"What? You win and you still want to mock us!" Ma Hongjun's round body shot out from the crowd like a cannonball, and he stood firmly in front of everyone in one step.
He stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes wide, staring intently at Wu Heyi, his gaze seemingly spitting fire.
At this moment, Ma Hongjun was exactly like an enraged turkey, exuding an indescribable aura.
However, if anyone remembers what happened a week ago, they would probably find the scene somewhat comical.
Just a week ago, this same chubby boy, Ma Hongjun, had arrogantly and condescendingly mocked the Royal Fighting Academy team.
But now the tables have turned. Faced with the provocation and mockery from Wu Heyi's team, he seemed to have completely forgotten what he had done in the past, only glaring angrily and defending the dignity of his team.