"All right, Xiao Wu, I was wrong. I shouldn't have used hidden weapons.
And... Xiao Wu, I'm sorry I failed to protect you."
Apology and dejection filled Tang San's face. He reached out to stroke Xiao Wu's head, but his hand froze in midair, caught between advancing and retreating.
He had neither led the team to victory nor kept his promise to spare Xiao Wu from any harm. At that moment, he truly felt unworthy of standing beside her.
Seeing Tang San like this, Xiao Wu's heart ached. She clasped his hand to her chest and comforted him.
"It's all right, Brother Three. It was my fault. I shouldn't have let Fatty go out. Then Feng Xiaotian wouldn't have caught hold of something to use against us."
Tang San listened to Xiao Wu's comfort, but his mind was occupied by images of Dai Mubai and the others.
These damned white-eyed wolves. We only lost one match, didn't we? And every last one of them is bad-mouthing me behind my back!
And Yu Xiaogang, that damned bastard. He talked about me all the way from Heaven Dou Royal Academy to Shrek Academy.
Is he afraid someone might not know I'm Tang San? He wore an entirely different face when I asked him for benefits back then.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He would never let those bastards have an easy time in the future!
Sunday stood in midair, listening to Tang San and Xiao Wu's conversation, and immediately understood what they were talking about.
It was nothing more than Tang San losing and the others blaming him.
That happened in other teams too, and was quite common: people blaming one another.
Unfortunately, this was the Shrek Team. Things were different with this bunch of problem children.