I'll Agree If You Buy Me One!

Shocking! The top eight of the Pseudo-Elite Four Tournament had been decided—and it was them!

Five out of eight were newcomers. What was going on with this tournament?

The strongest younger generation, or the generation with the strongest backgrounds?

Tournament rigging: the backgrounds we never dared to speak of.

Phoebe browsed the live news on her tablet computer, reading faster and getting angrier by the second.

"What kind of news is this? We clearly relied on strength, okay?!"

"Blame the organizers. They insisted on making things such a mess. Mm, this Kanto oden is really delicious!"

Flint casually replied, then took another huge bite of the oversized serving of Kanto oden in his hand.

Phoebe rolled her eyes at Flint, then turned to whisper with Ryoko beside her. Before long, the two girls were laughing again.

Women really were... fickle.

"Moyan-kun, please read this article for me. Yes, this one! The lights are too dim at night, and my eyesight isn't very good."

On the other side, Wallace shoved his tablet computer all at once in front of Sato, his slender, fair finger lightly pointing at one of the articles.

Sato glanced at it and was immediately speechless.

Wallace, a handsome man seen once in three thousand years, the white moonlight of countless young girls. Get to know him!

Stiffly moving the tablet computer away, Sato wiped his mouth with a napkin and said directly, "I'm full. You guys carry on."

"Moyan-kun, don't go! Hurry and read it for me. My eyesight really isn't good!"

Wallace deliberately narrowed his eyes, but the smug smile on his face had already betrayed his thoughts.

When it came to someone so flamboyantly vain, Sato generally chose to ignore him, then turned and left.

Wallace, Flint, Phoebe, Ryoko, and Sato were the five