Twinleaf Town.
In front of the TV, a guy who looked like Weslie was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a bottle of Coke in his hand and staring at the screen.
The battle between Xiaoyun and Flint was being replayed on the screen. The Bond Infernape, as well as the twenty-meter-long large fire stick, whipped Flint's Infernape away with the monkey and the wall with one stick.
Flint Infernape: I was whipped?
"Why are you winning three times in a row!"
Kenny's voice was filled with complex emotions.
When everyone was in Twinleaf Town, they were all unknown new trainers.
At that time, he still felt that the gap between himself and Xiaoyun was not big, and he could catch up with him if he worked hard.
It's like running a marathon. Although you are in front, you are still on the same track.
Now? Haha.
There are already Fury Cutter and three Elite Four, with unlimited scenery and the focus of all Sinnoh.
And what about him? He can't even beat the Hoenn Dancing Princess from Hoenn Region next door.
May who is far away from Hoenn: so? Am I someone who is easy to bully?
"Kenny, you are watching the Xiaoyun game."
Kenny's mother came over with a fruit plate and glanced at the TV screen:
"Hey, that kid Xiaoyun is so awesome. He even defeated Flint Elite Four. Didn't you all set out from the town together? Why didn't you challenge Pokémon League?"
"..."
Kenny was silent.
It hurts my heart, Mom.
"I-I'm still preparing!"
He scratched his neck and shouted:
"I'm not ready yet. When I'm ready, I can challenge Pokémon League and defeat Elite Four. When the time comes, I'll come back with a championship to show you!"
"Oh."
Kenny's mother put the fruit plate on the coffee table, turned around and left:
"Then come on, I'll call you when the meal is ready."
"..."
Kenny felt like he had been stabbed in the chest again, still with a barb.
He stared at the shining face of Xiaoyun on the screen and gritted his teeth:
"Damn it, that guy, why is he so strong... is he cheating? He must be cheating!"
He squeezed the Coke bottle and his expression slowly became complicated.
Envy is true envy, and jealousy is true jealousy, but more importantly, it is an inexplicable... admiration.
As a fellow of the same age who graduated from Twinleaf Town, Xiaoyun has really reached a height that is beyond his reach.
It feels like you are still killing chickens in Novice Village, but someone has already defeated the final BOSS alone, and also cleared the hidden levels.
"Forget it..."
Kenny threw the crushed Coke bottle aside, collapsed on the sofa like a salted fish that had lost its dream, and stared at the ceiling in a daze:
"I can't beat him anyway, so just be my Coordinator. At least I can win a few coordination matches..."
Get a few ribbon medals... that should do the trick, right?
On TV, the host was still reviewing the game passionately.
Kenny turned over and buried his face in the sofa cushions.
"Damn it... I also want to be in the limelight..."
The troubles of youth are mostly like this.
Lily of the Valley Island.
Flint slumped back on the sofa with a large font.
"So tired~"
"Isn't it normal for you to lose?"
Aaron leaned against the window, clasped his hands behind his head, and said with schadenfreude in his tone, "What's all the fuss about? I wasn't as depressed as you when I lost."
"Can that be the same!"
Flint sat up suddenly, his hair exploded:
"You were swept to death by Gatling, and I was beaten to death by a monkey stick! Can it be the same? What you call is suppressed fire, what I call, is called..."
"Call it a dimensionality reduction strike?"
Lucian answered the call naturally.
"Yes! It's a dimensionality reduction attack!"
Flint slapped his thigh, then suddenly reacted and turned to glare at Lucian: "Wait a minute, are you comforting me or doing a last-ditch attack?"
"It's not important."
Lucian calmly picked up the teacup:
"Judging from the results, it was indeed hit by dimensionality reduction. The power of the last stick of Infernape has exceeded the scope of ordinary Z-Move."
"To put it simply, your monkey was beaten by another monkey."
"Damn! Can you stop using such a calm tone? Analytic My failure!"
Flint Thrash:
"I lost! I Flint lost! Can't you show some sympathy! Like pat me on the shoulder and say it's okay or something!"
"Oh."
Lucian put down the book and stood up, walked to Flint, raised his hand and patted his shoulder:
"It's okay, come back next time. Do you need me to help you make an appointment for psychological counseling? Pokémon League has this employee benefit."
"..."
Flint was silent.
God, come again next time! Why don't you say thank you for your patronage and welcome to visit next time! We also provide psychological counseling!
Do I need psychological counseling? What I need is a time machine! Go back to before the game started and change tactics!
Wait, it doesn't seem to be a matter of changing tactics.
"Lucian, are you sure about tomorrow's battle?"
Granny Bertha sat on the sofa next to him and asked in a calm tone.
"Xiaoyun is very powerful and has a strong style, completely suppressing his opponents."
Lucian sat back in his seat and showed a meaningful smile:
"But it's not necessarily the case with me."
"What do you mean?"
Flint and Aaron stared at each other at the same time, their eyes unkind.
"Literally, Xiaoyun's tactical style is more suitable for dealing with the, um, straight-forward type like you." Lucian said lightly.
"Young man, I advise you to be careful with your words." Granny Bertha's eyes narrowed, and the teacup in his hand was gently put down with a soft click.
"Hiss."
Lucian sat upright instantly, not daring to pretend to be serious anymore, and quickly made up for it:
"What I mean is that the advantage of Psychic-type is not in the instant explosive power, but in the diversity of tactics and the control of the battle situation. Therefore, I should be able to last longer."
"Well, you can't talk." Granny Bertha picked up the tea cup again and nodded with satisfaction.
Flint and Aaron looked contemptuous:
"Tch, after all, aren't you a coward?"
"That's right, you have the ability to fight Xiaoyun!"
Lucian was too lazy to pay attention to these two colleagues whose muscles had grown into their minds. He picked up the book again, but his eyes had already drifted towards the direction of the venue.
Veilstone City.
Paul turned off the TV with an expressionless expression.
"Training."
"Drink with electricity?"
Electivire tilted his head in confusion. Didn't he just finish the special training in the morning? And he hadn't eaten lunch yet.
"Practice more."
Paul walked towards the entrance of the training ground without looking back.
"He is already challenging the fourth place Elite Four, I can't waste any more time."
Electivire looked at the back of his trainer that exuded the aura of keeping strangers away from him, sighed helplessly, and followed him obediently.
Why is it that other people's trainers are happy when they win the game, but my trainer is more stressed when he wins the game?
What a crime~