Wutenglan went peacefully.
As Yue Wen left the arena wearing a victorious smile under everyone's gaze, the Guyán Team members, who had been laughing all along, instead stood frozen as if immobilized by a spell, their faces expressionless.
According to the law of conservation of smiles, theirs had naturally been stolen by the River City Team.
When Yue Wen returned to the team, Xing'er gave him a thumbs-up. "Boss, I knew you were fierce, but I never imagined you were this fierce. You actually scored three hundred and sixty points."
"Yes, just what I'd expect of Brother Yue." Qi Dian sighed in admiration as well. "Even though I've seen it many times, Brother Yue's cunning still regularly redefines my understanding."
"Not just cunning. Downright devious and cunning!" Xing'er nodded in agreement.
"He made that puppet look as innocent as a blank sheet of paper."
"So rotten he's practically oozing pus."
"..."
Listening to them praise him back and forth, Yue Wen felt something was increasingly off. "Hey! Are you actually complimenting me?"
Beside them, deputy team leader Lan Zhi held a notebook, muttering as she scribbled furiously. "When facing a puppet with limited intelligence, bully it intellectually. Ruthlessly target its weaknesses without a shred of mercy. Any dignity or shame can be discarded for victory! No matter how ugly the spectacle or how sleazy the methods, all that matters is winning in the end..."
Yue Wen started. "What are you writing?"
It was Liu Yuanjun who said, "Brother Yue went to such lengths for our team. I believe he didn't originally want to do this either. Though he abandoned his dignity, he still demonstrated his strength. We should respect the sacrifice Brother Yue made."
Yue Wen draped an arm over Liu Yuanjun's shoulders. "You're the one with a conscience,