A Team of Deadweight Teammates! How Can We Win?

They had been squeezed in the crowd for more than half an hour.

Heiduo finally rode the open-top sightseeing car reserved for contestants back into the Competitors' Village.

Most of the spectators had been stopped outside the Competitors' Village. Seeing that they could not get in, they could only leave reluctantly.

"Let's stop here. Thanks for your help. Sorry for the trouble, but you don't need to keep following me."

Heiduo spoke to the several staff members whose clothes were wrinkled and whose foreheads were dripping with sweat. They had truly worked hard, carving out a path for him through the sea of people. One person's glasses had nearly been squeezed off.

A somewhat older staff member said, "All right, then we'll be leaving first."

There were still many people coming and going in the Competitors' Village, but there were only around five hundred of them at most. Most were contestants who had already been defeated, so surely they would not be as crazy as the people outside.

Their duty was only to escort Heiduo back to the Competitors' Village, not to become his bodyguards.

"Being famous really isn't a good thing." Umbreon on Heiduo's shoulder sighed. Several wandering hands had tried to reach for her tail earlier. If she had not been quick enough, her fur would have been petted bare.

"It can't be helped. This is something we have to go through on the road to winning the championship. You need to get used to it. Once the Silver Conference is over, things will go back to how they were before."

At the entrance to the Competitors' Village.

"Wow! We finally squeezed our way out!"

Yuan Hao jogged over, bent over, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Beside him stood Rosa, slightly out of breath, and Fred,