"If we have no other choice, Caitou, you'll have to step up too. Work with Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong to secure victory in the final three-on-three match of the 2-2-3 Battle Formation," Wang Yan said through gritted teeth. "But in that case, Xiaotao, Yue Heng, can you hold up under the pressure of the individual elimination matches?"
Ma Xiaotao said gravely, "Don't worry, Teacher Wang. For Shrek's glory, we'll bring home victory, no matter what!"
Wang Yan nodded, determination shining in his eyes. He began arranging their lineup. "Then Bei Bei, Ling Luochеn, Dai Yueheng, Ma Xiaotao, He Caitou, Huo Yuhao, and Wang Dong—you seven will compete. Enter the individual elimination matches in that order. Tell me, can you do it?"
"We can!" all seven answered in unison.
Wang Yan gave a firm nod. "Good! I believe in you, children!"
After exchanging looks with the seven resolute students, Wang Yan was about to submit Shrek Academy's roster.
"Wait!"
The light before his eyes was like a lamp, illuminating a patch of darkness in the night, driving fear and the unknown from every place its glow reached.
Perhaps we had all experienced it before: fearing a room where we were alone in the dark. Yet when the light came on, the warmth of home lingered in our hearts. Gazing at that light, all we felt was peace and tranquility.
That radiance was what a moth in the wild longed for all its life. Even if approaching it and touching it might burn you, might reduce you to ash, would you still reach out and grasp that light?
Dai Yunze felt his condition growing stranger and stranger.
Most of his consciousness was immersed in that dark space, keeping company with that tiny, faint glimmer. Yet he could clearly hear the people