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A group of people were humiliated by their own words, instantly feeling extremely ashamed, with faces turning purple, hearts filled with indescribable embarrassment.
Yuan Hu and the others naturally wouldn't let go of such a great chance to mock the Qingwei Team members.
Especially Yuan Hu, this reckless guy, immediately started to laugh loudly.
"Yo, weren't you speaking loudly before? Saying our Xiaoxiao is trash, well, sorry about that! You just lost to trash!"
"I think from now on, you should call yourselves not-Qingwei Team, but 'Less-than-Trash Team'! This name suits you well!" Ling Yueyue chimed in from the side.
"Exactly, or call yourselves the Overconfident Team!" Sima Jue added with a faint voice.
The face, like that of an elf, bore a tinge of ridicule.
"You all!"
The faces of the Qingwei Team members looked grim.
Just at this moment, Mo Yufei's voice rang out.
"Humph! It's just one round won, what's there to be so happy about?"
