Fashion Spokesperson

"Listen to me. This philosophy I came up with makes a lot of sense, right? It's had a profound effect on me too."

"But you know, people ultimately cannot escape the Law of 'It Smells So Good.'"

Liu Le sighed.

"After all that nonsense, you just want to date someone, right? Go date her, then. Why are you coming to me?" Fang Yuan said.

"But let me remind you, puppy love isn't good. You should focus on your studies for now. It won't be too late to date once you get to college."

"It hasn't gotten that far yet!" Liu Le said.

"Let me put it this way. I feel like my new deskmate might like me... She's different from other girls."

Fake. One of the Three Great Illusions of Life.

Fang Yuan and Eevee listened to Liu Le go on without changing their expressions.

"I'm a little embarrassed... Anyway, I don't know when it started, but I suddenly realized that I cared about her too... So I wanted to do something that would make her happy."

"What is it? Something involving me?"

"I need your help."

"Here's the thing. Her mother is a Fashion Designer, and she wants to become one too in the future..."

"Before this, she'd already designed several outfits. When we talked, I could tell that she really wanted those clothes to be recognized."

"So I thought, aren't you entering the Little Phoenix King Cup? I looked it up. That tournament has a decent reputation. As long as a Trainer reaches the Top Sixteen, their following battles will be livestreamed simultaneously on the Network Platform. More importantly, dedicated reporters will interview the contestants."

"Look... could you be the Fashion Spokesperson for the clothes she designed? I absolutely believe in your strength. Forget winning the championship—even making the Top Eight shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"I know you've been doing Devil Training at the club."

"When the coverage comes out, I'll hire some Internet Troll Army to stir things up. The clothes will become well-known, and she'll definitely be happy."

Fang Yuan: "..."

Who said people in love had zero IQ? This fatty was sharper than anyone.

"Ahem..."

"Eevee..."

Seeing Fang Yuan and Eevee suddenly turn serious, Liu Le had no idea what was going on. What were they about to do?

"You might not believe this, but Eevee and I are aiming for the ultimate victory," Fang Yuan said.

Liu Le's eyes widened. A championship would certainly be even better, but it sounded a little unrealistic. He felt that reaching the Top Sixteen and showing up on a Network Platform livestream would already be pretty good.

"So, can you help your little brother out?" Liu Le rubbed his hands together.

"For the sake of all those days Snorlax and I spent as your punching bags..."

Fang Yuan said, "It's really not a big deal. You just want me to wear the clothes she designed on the day of the competition, right? That's easy enough."

"But why don't you do it yourself?"

"Look at my build... Even if I wanted to, she wouldn't. Besides, I don't have any confidence at all..." Liu Le said with a bitter smile.

"Most importantly..."

"You're handsome."

Fang Yuan immediately broke into a broad smile.

He liked dealing with straightforward people.

"Haha... no need to be so formal between us. I'm definitely helping you with this."

"Eevee?"

Eevee gave Fang Yuan a horrified look. Where was your integrity?!

"Ahem, but that said, you should at least let me see what the outfits look like. Don't tell me she designed nothing but little dresses. Even if you gave me a million, I wouldn't wear those," Fang Yuan said solemnly.

"Of course not." Liu Le hurriedly took out his phone and handed it to Fang Yuan.

"This album has all the styles she designed. Take a look. I think they're all pretty good."

"Let me see."

Eevee jumped from its seat onto Fang Yuan's shoulder and looked with him.

When he opened the album, it was filled from left to right with various clothing designs. Fang Yuan studied them carefully and found that they really did look quite good. She was talented.

"Not bad, right?"

"Not bad."

Fang Yuan continued scrolling, but then his gaze suddenly stopped...

It was a four-piece set.

A short-sleeved jacket, an inner shirt, pants, and a cap made up the complete outfit.

The jacket and cap were primarily red and white, the inner shirt was black, and the pants were light blue.

Th-this wasn't the signature outfit of Red, the protagonist of the first-generation PM Series games?!

"It'd be perfect with a pair of red-and-white sneakers..." Fang Yuan muttered.

"What?" Liu Le hadn't heard him clearly.

"I think this outfit is good. Really good." Fang Yuan pointed at it.

Who was Red?

At eleven, he dismantled Team Rocket and defeated the Elite Four to become League Champion. At fourteen, he reached the summit of Mt. Silver. After that, he became a legendary battler in Alola. He could be said to be an absolute god-tier Trainer in the PM Series.

At the same time, Red, the inspiration for Ash, the protagonist of the anime, was also Fang Yuan's favorite character.

Fang Yuan felt that wearing the same clothes as him would suit someone like himself, whose goal was to become a Professional Trainer...

Originally, Fang Yuan had planned to bargain with Liu Le a little more, but now there was no need.

If he cosplayed as Red in the competition, he felt that failing to win the championship would be letting this outfit down.

"So it's settled?" Liu Le asked.

Fang Yuan nodded.

"Heh... thanks, thanks. Then let's eat first... Damn it, Snorlax, when did you come out? Leave some for Eevee!"

"Eevee?!"

That evening, Liu Le bombarded Fang Yuan with messages.

Liu Le: It's done, it's done! I told her you're an incredibly powerful Trainer and that you'll definitely promote the clothes well at the Little Phoenix King Cup. Boss, you absolutely have to keep winning all the way through.

Fang Yuan: Don't put pressure on me... I want the championship even more than you do.

Liu Le: Understood! That puts me at ease. Oh, right, Boss, send me your height and weight. The more detailed the measurements, the better. They're needed to make the clothes.

Liu Le: Anyway... my happiness is all depending on you, Boss! Forget everything else—whenever you and Eevee come to my house for a meal in the future, I'll waive the bill!

Fang Yuan: OK, wait a moment.

After finding a measuring tape at home and taking his measurements, Fang Yuan sent them to Liu Le.

Once everything was done, Fang Yuan noticed that Little Eevee hadn't practiced Sand Attack today. Instead, it was staring solemnly at another version of itself, which struck him as strange.

"Double Team probably isn't practiced like that..."

Eevee shook its head. It just thought the new move was fun.

"Then don't play with it for too long. Remember to practice Sand Attack."

"Eevee!"

By now, Eevee could already control the sand in the bottle and make it spin.

It had taken a full week, but the rotation speed was still slow, and it had to concentrate hard. Clearly, it was still far from its final goal.

During the remaining half month... Fang Yuan had no idea how far the Counter Shield special training could progress. They could only take things one step at a time.