Office.
Wu Zhangkong looked at Tang Wulin, who had become somewhat silent since waking up, and sighed. "Wulin, are you still troubled by the Class Promotion Tournament?"
"Teacher Wu, I..."
Tang Wulin opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.
The matter of the Class Promotion Tournament and Xu Yue had indeed left his feelings in turmoil, and he did not know what to do.
He had only wanted to give his all to win for the class, but he had never expected it to lead to such an incident.
Confusion, doubt, and a trace of inexplicable disappointment tangled together in his heart, leaving him with an indescribable feeling.
"Ah, if it was because of what I said to you before the match, then I apologize to you here."
Wu Zhangkong looked at Tang Wulin with a serious expression.
"Just as Principal Yu Zhen said before, the outcome of a single match means nothing."
"If you had been participating in the Continental Young Soul Master Elite Tournament or the Federal Soul Master Tournament, and you had persisted until the very last moment, I would naturally praise and reward you."
"But the Class Promotion Tournament..."
At this point, even Wu Zhangkong's usually stern face revealed a trace of disdain as he shook his head.
In his eyes, this kind of competition was nothing more than children playing house. It could not even compare to Shrek's inter-grade competition.
"Hard work and perseverance are naturally not bad qualities, but sometimes you must consider the occasion. Not everything is worth persisting in."
"Otherwise, people will only think you cannot accept defeat."
"Take this Class Promotion Tournament, for example. You saw Xu Yue fight Guang Biao as well. Do you think awakening your bloodline power would have allowed you to defeat him?"
"This..."