Too Excellent

Subsequent battles were much as Tang Wulin had anticipated.

The only difference was probably Teacher Wu.

Tang Wulin turned his head to glance at Wu Changkong standing on the sideline. Blue hair draped past his shoulder, his arm linked with Long Bing, a very faint curve hung at the corner of his mouth. He rarely saw that kind of curve on Wu Changkong's face, especially during those years in East Sea; during training, he always kept a cold expression.

Yet now, as he stood there watching Xie Xie and Yuanen Yehui finish their singles match, his entire person was vastly more relaxed than usual. Tang Wulin genuinely felt happy for him.

"You little fellows are really something else. A full-score record all the way through... aren't you afraid you might directly enter the Inner Court?" Shen Yi flipped through the stack of assessment sheets in her hands. The edges of the paper were somewhat curled from her flipping, and the scores ticked off in red ink lined up row by row, densely packed.

She stood at the sideline, her ponytail caught by the breeze, rising and falling, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the sheets and the arena.

"Naturally. You have to look at who trained them." Wu Changkong held Long Bing's arm from the front, not looking back. His voice drifted over from there, carrying a lightness in his tone that he himself probably hadn't noticed.

Shen Yi looked at this senior brother who bore no resemblance to his former self and silently rolled her eyes. She closed the sheets, patted the cover, and her lips tightened. "It must be thanks to Sister Long Bing's good teaching."

"Regardless of who taught them, they've brought rare and precious talents to our Shrek."

Except for Xie Xie and Xu Xiaoyan,