All three of them were angry. Their kites, which took a whole day to make, were labored over by each of them whether it was Manbao's flower kite, Bai Er's insect kite, or Bai Shanbao's tiger kite, they all had helped each other.
They could say that all three kites embodied their efforts. They turned out so well, what right did this group have to call them ugly?
If it wasn't for the fact that they were greatly outnumbered, Manbao really wanted to fight them. After all, their teacher was half way up the mountain, and they were at the bottom; even if they fought, nobody would know about it.
Their opponents were also quite angry, glaring at them with an intimidating look, ready to retaliate the moment they made the first move.
In the end, it was Bai Shanbao's rationality that prevailed. He grabbed Manbao with one hand and Bai Erlang with the other, saying, "Let's go find our kites first."
As long as they found the kites first, hmph...
