Tang San Should Have Been the Protagonist

Qin Ming stood in the middle of the lounge.

Looking at the seven people slumped over in front of him, he sighed heavily.

The team members, who had just come down from the ring, no longer looked like the pride of the team they once were.

This is the first time I've encountered a situation like this.

"Cough cough."

Qin Ming cleared his throat.

"I know everyone is feeling bad, but victory and defeat are common in war, and this time we..."

He stopped speaking before he could finish.

They've been repeating these words over and over for almost ten minutes now, ever since they returned to the lounge.

Is it useful?

He himself knew that it was only of limited use.

They were wiped out in less than a minute, with no chance to fight back.

This kind of complete and utter crushing defeat cannot be erased with a few words like "try harder next time".

In this deathly silence

An extremely impatient "tsk" suddenly broke the stagnant air.

Dugu Yan leaned against the innermost window, arms crossed, her back to the people in the room.

Listening to Qin Ming's repetitive and rambling remarks.

Her brows furrowed deeper and deeper until she finally reached her limit.

He suddenly stood up straight.

The movement was so large that it made a screeching sound as the chair by the window scraped against it.

Ye Lingling, who was lost in thought, was startled, and the water in her hand spilled out.

"Alright, Teacher Qin, stop talking."

Dugu Yan turned around abruptly, interrupting Qin Ming.

Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were filled with barely suppressed impatience and anger.

"It's always the same few sentences over and over again, it's so annoying."

"We lost, that's it. No amount of talking will change the fact that we were defeated by one person."

Qin Ming was stunned, and the expression on his face instantly froze.

He frowned and said in a deep voice, "Yanzi, what are you doing? Everyone's in a bad mood right now, don't throw a tantrum here."

"Oh."

Dugu Yan completely ignored him.

She reached out and pulled open the door to the lounge, and a cold wind blew in through the crack in the door.

Without even turning her head, she walked out in her high heels.

She slammed the heavy wooden door shut with a loud bang, making the team posters on the wall shake.

Yu Tianheng looked up when he heard the noise, stared at the empty doorway, and paused for two seconds.

After hesitating for two seconds, he stood up as well.

He forced a smile at Qin Ming and said, "Teacher Qin, I'm going out to check on Yanzi."

Without waiting for Qin Ming's response, he quickly followed him out.

The remaining people in the lounge looked at each other.

On the other side...

The rest area at the Shrek Academy, however, presented a completely different scene.

It's bustling with activity, almost like it's about to catch fire.

The area was surrounded by layers upon layers of spectators.

They all crowded forward, eager to see with their own eyes the legendary player "Sapphire Star" who had just defeated seven opponents and overthrown the Imperial Fighting Team.

Cheers and exclamations mingled together.

Lin Qingmo had just walked up from the contestants' tunnel.

He hadn't even had a chance to get to his seat yet.

A pink shadow suddenly pounced over and grabbed his arm.

"A-Qing! You're amazing!"

Xiao Wu's eyes shone like they were filled with stars, and her face was flushed from the cheers she had just given.

Xiao Wu clung to his arm and swayed back and forth, her voice overflowing with excitement and adoration.

"Ning Rongrong and I shouted until our voices were hoarse down there, but you didn't hear us!"

"That's right!"

Ning Rongrong immediately stepped over, wearing her little leather shoes.

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was completely unpretentious at the moment, her little face flushed.

He was still clutching a crumpled little flag in his hand, the words "Azure Star Invincible" on it almost crumpled from being shouted at.

Lin Qingmo's brow twitched, thinking to himself, 'Where did they get this flag?'

Zhu Zhuqing stood a little further away, unlike the other two who came over to act coquettishly.

Her usually cold face now had a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, forming a very faint but very beautiful curve.

His gaze remained fixed on Lin Qingmo.

Her cool, cat-like eyes were filled with amazement.

Once the commotion subsided a bit, she stepped forward and handed over a bottle of water.

Take the water.

"Thanks, Zhu Zhuqing."

"Um."

Zhu Zhuqing responded with a smile.

"Good job, lad! You did a fantastic job!"

Zhao Wuji strode over with a big laugh.

A large, fan-like hand slapped Lin Qingmo on the shoulder.

"I knew you'd be a sure thing. You took down those brats so easily. You really made Shrek Academy proud. Now let's see who dares to call us a lousy country Academy!"

Flender stood to the side, adjusting his crystal glasses.

Behind the glasses, those eyes that always seemed to reveal shrewd calculation were now filled with undisguised smiles and approval.

He didn't exaggerate like Zhao Wuji; he simply nodded at Lin Qingmo.

His tone was filled with undisguised satisfaction. "Not bad, Qingmo, you didn't disappoint us."

"You really made Shrek proud in this match. Order whatever you like for the victory celebration tonight, it's on me!"

Lin Qingmo's eyes flickered, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at the three people whose atmosphere was rather tense.

Dai Mubai leaned against the last railing, his back to everyone.

'Damn it, why is it always him stealing the spotlight?'

His face was ashen, like the bottom of a pot.

He always thought he was the Captain of Shrek and the top fighter in the team.

The cheers around him were all for Lin Qingmo; no one remembered him as the Captain.

The fact that Zhu Zhuqing personally brought him water only fueled his anger.

Tang San stood beside Yu Xiaogang.

Hands hanging down.

Unconsciously, his fingers caressed the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges" belt around his waist, his fingertips almost digging into the fabric.

His face showed little expression.

But his downcast eyes churned with gloom and resentment.

This highly anticipated match.

All the spotlight and cheers were on Lin Qingmo.

No one remembers him, the Thousand Hand Asura.

Even Xiao Wu was cheering for him.

Jealousy and resentment grew wildly in my heart like weeds.

Yu Xiaogang clutched a notebook filled with Martial Soul Theory, the pages of which were crumpled from being squeezed.

He spent his entire life studying the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul and had prepared a whole host of tactics.

In the end, it was never used at all.

Lin Qingmo didn't even use any tactics; it was pure annihilation.

His proud theories appeared so pale and powerless in the face of such an absolute disparity in strength.

He looked at Lin Qingmo, who was surrounded by the crowd, and then at Tang San, whose face was pale.

' The Xiao San should be the one getting all the attention, the genius, so why is this guy stealing all the limelight?'

This made Yu Xiaogang extremely unhappy.

Standing next to him, Liu Erlong's face was already very long.

Today, he had hoped that Tang San would make a name for himself by relying on the Martial Soul Theory he had studied his whole life.

He wanted everyone to see how amazing his disciples were and how powerful his theories as a "Grandmaster" were.

And the result?

All the tactics and rhetoric he had prepared turned into a joke.

The entire stadium was chanting the name of Sapphire Star.

No one mentioned him, much less his beloved disciple.