"Chen Shi, wait!"
The four of them had barely stepped out of the lounge when a voice called them to a stop.
Chen Shi turned around and smiled. "Oh, Yuko. Did you need something?"
Yuko ran up to him, her face flushed, clutching the hem of her skirt as she stammered.
"Y-you have to keep winning. I... I'll be cheering for you."
Chen Shi paused, then smiled. "All right. I'll keep winning."
"See you, Yuko. Come find me anytime if you need anything."
"Mm... goodbye, Chen Shi!"
Chen Shi waved goodbye to Yuko. None of the four felt like wandering around, so they went straight back to the Villa.
In his room at the Villa, Chen Shi prepared Pokéblocks for Dragapult and the others, then massaged them to help them relax.
"Pult."
Dragapult lay on the floor, his narrow eyes full of contentment.
He opened his mouth, and a Dreepy flew out from his head, carrying a Pokéblock and dropping it into his mouth.
Dragapult chewed leisurely, enjoying his Pokémon Trainer's massage and Dreepy's feeding at the same time. Life could hardly get more comfortable.
"Pert~"
Swampert watched impatiently. He had just finished eating and wanted a massage from his Pokémon Trainer too.
"Pult~"
Dragapult glanced at him, as if to say, What's the rush? Wait a little longer.
"Pert~"
Swampert scratched his head. With no other choice, he sat on the floor, grabbed his Pokémon Trainer's backpack, and took out another serving of food.
If I can't get a massage, I'll just eat more!
With that thought, Swampert gulped down a whole Pokéblock, the very picture of someone turning frustration into appetite.
Chen Shi shot the big fellow an exasperated look.
"Eat, eat, eat. That's all you ever do!"
"Once the tournament's over, I'm doubling your training so