The second day of the Masters Eight Tournament.
The spring day was bright and beautiful.
Today's main events were just as exciting: Cynthia versus Iris in the third round this morning, and Steven versus Baimu in the fourth round this afternoon.
Either match had thoroughly whetted the audience's appetite.
Could Iris win?
If not for yesterday's match, most people would have believed her chances of victory were likely below thirty percent. But Ash's remarkable triumph over Lance had begun to convince more people that perhaps Iris was the one who would have the last laugh.
The new waves pushed the old waves forward!
In the contestants' preparation room, only Baimu, Diantha, and An Xin'er remained to watch through the window today.
The other Champions had either gone off somewhere or were elsewhere.
An Xin'er was delighted by this. She liked the feeling of having only the three of them there. Compared to yesterday, she was much more at ease, frequently acting cute toward Baimu and Diantha.
Incidentally.
Diantha had slept with An Xin'er last night. Perhaps because her mental energy had been greatly replenished, she was especially refreshed today, positively glowing.
Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought she was the one who had won yesterday's match!
Baimu sprawled lazily across the sofa, removed a drink from atop the visibly indignant Scream Tail's head and took a sip, then casually put it back.
His excessively casual manner made the glass sway from side to side. Scream Tail hurriedly stretched out her short arms to steady it and glared at him. "Eeya!"
"Call out again, and I'll put another cup on your head."
"..."
Scream Tail fell silent.
Perhaps because she had been mistaken for Jigglypuff too many times last night, Scream Tail had been having a nonstop meltdown.
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