Would Wallace be able to sleep tonight?
That was none of Qingyu's concern, but Qingyu was certain he would sleep like a baby.
After beating Wallace, he continued tearing through Great Ball Rank with this "sunny, cheerful, and gentle" lineup, determined to showcase every Pokémon's strengths to his audience.
As for why he had only played four matches in an hour, including the one against Wallace...
That was how stall teams worked. They easily caused a tiny shift in an opponent's mental state, making every command take significantly longer.
Except-
Once Qingyu's team had set up the field, no amount of thinking would let them win. They were merely prolonging their death throes.
Even Wallace hadn't figured out this stall lineup on his first encounter. Making these headstrong youngsters who only knew basic tactics challenge it was admittedly a little unfair.
Whether his opponents were smiling didn't matter. At least Qingyu had thoroughly enjoyed that hour of streaming.
After all, if only one person was destined to smile in a battle, why couldn't that person be him?
With him embracing that philosophy, his viewers spent the hour watching in fear.
[Is this Toxapex for real? His opponent chipped away forever, and one Recover healed it all back?]
[I almost forgot Chansey could use Minimize. Every single move missed. His opponent was completely stunned...]
[Stop hiding it, Gliscor. Bring out your SubToxic already!]
[...Nani? Why is it Swords Dance? Holy shit, it actually swept the team!]
Despite using a stall team, Qingyu managed to bring out something different in every match.
It was as though he had engraved his Pokémon's movepools into his DNA. Whenever he reached for a move, it was perfectly suited to the situation and countered his opponent.
There was no denying that, as dirty as it was,