When everyone played the role of the loser, he would no longer stand out so much and would have more chances to get away.
As for what would become of these team members in the end, and whether the academy would truly accept them after their failure as Xuanzi had claimed—
Wang Yan could not concern himself with that.
He considered himself a fairly good teacher. Even if he was not outstanding, he was certainly not bad. So long as circumstances allowed, he would do everything in his power to fight for his students' interests.
But circumstances no longer allowed it.
He was afraid he could barely protect himself.
If he chose to step forward and take all responsibility upon himself, then everything would indeed become much easier to handle.
The academy higher-ups would find someone to take the blame, the students would have someone to shoulder their responsibility, and they could publicly claim that the problem lay with the teacher leading the team. With a little maneuvering, Shrek's reputation might even be preserved.
If he sacrificed his little self, he could accomplish the greater good.
But why should he?
He was not a saint. He could not do it, nor did he want to.
At that moment, Wang Yan only wanted time to pass faster, to skip ahead to the end of the tournament. Then, he could follow Ye Luochen and defect to Sun Moon, fleeing far away.
He did not know what Sun Moon was truly like, but there was no longer a place for him here. He had no choice.
Just as the atmosphere froze, Elder Xuan made another move.
With a wave of his large hand, a stack of gilded invitations appeared on the table.
"Forget it. Since no one is in the mood, let's not