While Xia You and Roxie were having their Gym battle, something also happened at Pokéstar Studios on the other side of the city.
Inside the enclosed soundstage, the studio lights shone as brightly as daylight.
Dressed in an exquisite costume, Diantha was following the director's instructions, performing an emotionally nuanced scene with her Pokémon partner.
Her performance was impeccable. Every look and every turn was perfectly executed, as though she were completely immersed in her role.
Then, with an inadvertent glance out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly spotted a grim-faced Wutang, who had appeared at the edge of the set at some point!
Wutang wore a finely tailored dark suit today, his hair meticulously combed, but his usual falsely gentle smile had vanished, replaced by a brooding gloom.
His gaze was like a poisoned needle, fixed firmly on Diantha.
He came after all!
He really won't leave me alone!
And he came sooner than expected.
It looks like yesterday's perfunctory phone call and this morning's escalating rumors have thoroughly ignited this man's anger.
Diantha sneered inwardly and pretended not to see him. She perfectly concealed all her emotions and continued with her filming for the day.
She brought the emotions of the final scene to their climax, then gracefully finished the morning's shoot as she always did when the satisfied director called, "Cut!"
"Thank you for your hard work, Miss Diantha!" The crew members came forward one after another.
Diantha smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, then headed toward the rest area.
As expected, Wutang was already waiting there.
He adjusted his tie and forced a reasonably polite smile onto his face, though it never reached his eyes. When he saw Diantha approaching, he stepped forward to meet her.
"Diantha, finished filming? Your performance was absolutely brilliant today,