Webb looked at the team members with a headache: "Alright, everyone stop arguing! You all need to reflect, not just Ma Zixuan and Qiong, but Xue Guo, your speed has decreased too. What's going on?"
Xue Guo scoffed, "Impossible! My speed hasn't decreased at all!"
Ma Zixuan was angry, "Then why are you saying our speed has decreased? You can ignore your own slow speed, but when we're slow, it's a big deal, right?"
He said resentfully, "Aren't you always like this? You avoid addressing your own problems and always blame us. I'm really fed up with you!"
In the end, everyone felt their own speed hadn't decreased; they believed it was the slow support that led them to be outnumbered two to five and lose.
Hearing this, Xue Guo's face turned frosty, "What do you mean my problem? Without my leadership, could you have climbed to second place? Now there's a problem and you're blaming me?"
