Office.
Wu Zhangkong looked at Tang Wulin, who had become somewhat silent since waking up, and sighed. "Wulin, are you still troubled over the promotion match?"
"Teacher Wu, I..."
Tang Wulin opened his mouth, but he did not know what to say.
He truly felt conflicted over the promotion match and Xu Yue, unsure of what he should do.
All he had wanted was to give his all and win for the class, yet he had never expected it to lead to such an incident.
Confusion, doubt, and a faint, inexplicable sense of loss intertwined within him, leaving him with an indescribable feeling.
"Ah, if it was because of what I told 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 taking part in the Continental Youth Soul Master Elite Tournament or the Federation Soul Master Tournament, then being able to persist until the final moment would naturally deserve praise and rewards."
"But a promotion match..."
At this point, even Wu Zhangkong's usually stern face revealed a trace of disdain as he shook his head.
In his eyes, such a match was nothing more than children playing house, not even comparable to Shrek's intergrade competition.
"Hard work and perseverance are certainly not bad qualities, but sometimes you have to consider the situation. Not everything is worth persisting in."
"Otherwise, people will only think you cannot accept defeat."
"Take this promotion match, for example. You saw Xu Yue fight Guang Biao as well. Do you think that awakening your bloodline power would have been enough to defeat him?"
"This..." Tang Wulin fell silent, then decisively shook his head. "I couldn't do