What a Pity He Didn't Wear Women's Clothes

"Left?"

"Yeah, boss. We were getting ready to celebrate for you remotely, but Brother George still hadn't returned from the Breeder Association, so Si'an brought out that huge box of letters!"

As Mark spoke, he did not forget to wave the letter George had written to him.

"Boss, Brother George wrote you a letter too. I can read it to you right now!"

Seeing Sato remain silent on the other end of the call, Mark sneakily took out another letter and was about to open it without a word.

"Put it down."

"Boss, aren't you in a hurry? I'll open it and read it to you now."

"Put it down!"

Sato stared at Mark without blinking, glaring so hard that Mark trembled all over.

"No rush, no rush... Haha, I'll protect this letter with my life and hand it over to you completely intact when you get back!"

Mark thought to himself. Then he perfunctorily congratulated Sato on winning the championship before hanging up.

After ending the video call, Sato's excellent mood was ruined by the sudden news, leaving him in no mood for anything.

After the award ceremony ended, Sato, as this year's Pseudo-Elite Four Tournament champion, had become the center of attention wherever he went.

While he had been on the phone, many people had already gathered around him.

The moment they saw him finish the call, they immediately rushed over.

"God Moyan, God Moyan! I'm your fan! Your Tyranitar is seriously so cool!"

"God Moyan, I'm your fan too. Could you give me an autograph? Here, right here!"

A female fan desperately squeezed her way in front of Sato, grabbed the collar of her clothes, and thrust herself forward.

"God Moyan! Can I take a picture with you? Please, you're unbelievably handsome!"

"God Moyan, God Moyan..."

"Sorry,