He is a streamer and a part-time Pokémon trainer.

With this mentality, the old people put up a posture under the Flying Palace again, and began to talk nonsense. It was very lively when you came and I came and went. Mo Qiu made an estimate in his mind and felt that it was normal for them to play for another two hours, so he couldn't help but I plan to wait and get on the boat first!

Returning to China this time, Mo Qiu was in a hurry. He watched a few qualifying games, left behind the main lineup of the school team, found a partner, and only had time to stay for one night. The next day, he set off for Carlos. journey.

His vigorous and resolute style makes him look a bit like a "big shot", but in fact, the reasons for him to do this are still a bit complicated.

The Sunset Red Senior Gang Jing Group is here to give a gift to Mr. Li Yanlong, and by the way, they are passionate about each other. As a practical gift, the young students who are following the Sunset Reds and the teacher who is not young but not old enough We are here to see Mo Qiu off.

If not for Mo Qiu's strong refusal and the time limit, Principal Chen planned to mobilize all the teachers and students of the school - at least the entire combat department, to hold a mobilization swearing-in meeting and send Mo Qiu, a talented trainer of the combat department who has temporarily deigned to cultivate the department, to go to Kalos. , add another highlight to his resume, and help Yanhuang win another trophy at the senior level.

Don't think it's a big move. If Mo Qiu comes back with the cup this time, he will no longer be Classmate Mo, but King Mo, a King-level figure. In addition to being strong, he will also be accepted into the core of the Alliance or the Yan Kingdom." center of power”, speaking will become extremely effective.

If the battle department in Shanghai could produce a king, Principal Chen would be able to laugh out of his dreams. Let alone the swearing-in ceremony, he would be willing to come to Mo Qiu's house every day as a nanny.

What?You ask, what is the relationship between Mo Qiu of the cultivation department and the combat department?

The Shanghai University team nominally belongs to the fighting department, and the coach of the school team is naturally an inseparable part of our fighting department.

As for the fact that there is only one member of the combat department in the school team, there is currently no warrior in Shanghai University who dares to mention this in front of President Chen, so it was subconsciously ignored by Old Chen.

He even thought about how he would respond to those old guys after winning the college competition. When he was asked this question: Why use the elites of the combat system to deal with you idiots like amateurs? enough!

Whether this kind of rhetoric that is full of loopholes will be believed is none of Principal Chen's business. Anyway, history is written by the victors. If you lose, you are justified and weak.

The relatives and friends who came to see Mo Qiu off were not that aggressive. After a few words, Mo Qiu waved to them, smiled and made an unmodest victory declaration like "I will win the championship", and planned to fly first. Palace of refuge.

Unfortunately, he is always one step ahead of disaster.

"Qiujun~"

Rika was still wearing a colorful kimono, with a gentle smile on her face that she didn't know if it was disguised, and she was holding a small pink baggage with a sunflower pattern in her hand - probably the same style used to pack bentos in Japanese comics, just like He handed it to Mo Qiu so naturally.

"My cooking skills are not as good as Miss Chamomile, but I am quite good at making desserts."

"You can take some of these with you on the way."

"Please concentrate on preparing for the war in Kalos. I will go and take care of Qingcheng Cliff every day. I will not miss Qiujun's important event. Don't worry."

"Then...my little girl wishes you good luck in martial arts~"

Li Jia said this calmly and generously, and handed over the "hand-made snacks" as a practical gift. She also deliberately spoke in Yanguo dialect, which she was not familiar with. The effect was indeed good. At least all the teachers and students who came to see her off had already met. The flames of revealing gossip began to whisper.

If it were like this in normal times, it might be okay. This level of behavior has not exceeded the boundaries of friends, but... there is a little chrysanthemum next to it!

Mo Qiu also felt guilty, but he prided himself on having a flexible standard for straight men - pretending to be stupid when he should be straight, and using his emotional intelligence when he shouldn't be straight, so at this time he kept his eyes pure and thanked with a smile.

Sure enough, this routine operation did not amplify the whispers of the melon-eating crowd below.

but...

When Xiao Ju'er walked over carrying the suitcase with ease, Mo Qiu's face was covered in cold sweat - I arranged a sparring mission just to prevent you from coming with me!Don't play tricks, my aunt!

Damn, that’s not right, what am I afraid of? I didn’t do anything!

Just when Mo Qiuxin was frightened, Xiao Ju'er chuckled at him and stuffed the suitcase into Mo Qiu's other hand.

"Okay, I see you are nervous. Wipe away your sweat - a mere high-level ball game is not that difficult for you, right?"

Saying this, Xiao Ju'er took out her handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from Mo Qiu's forehead. Her words did not take the high-level ball game seriously, and there was a bit of a blind woman in love--I'm afraid Mo Qiu was going to compete in the World Championships. Sai, she will also say this: Hi, just red, green and red Sirona, it’s not difficult for you, right?

This kind of statement is actually quite useful for men.

Of course, the premise is that there is no other person of the opposite sex around you who smiles gently and virtuously, and gnashes his teeth secretly.

"I packed some clothes for you - don't look at me like that. You must have just packed a few white shirts before going out. Or at most a training suit?"

"You are not the Mo Qiu you used to be. You represent the face of the Yanhuang Alliance. You see, Mr. Li is still wearing a military uniform. You should pay more attention to your attire."

"If you really can't get used to wearing formal suits, I also bought a more casual suit. It goes well with your favorite white shirt."

"If you like something more traditional, I've found someone to customize an improved Tang suit. It retains its charm and is suitable for sports. It should fit you perfectly."

"Carlos's food culture should be okay. It's much better than Galar's anyway. But if you're not used to it, just tell me and it won't be too much trouble for me to take the lightning bird and cook a few meals for you every day."

"..."

"Okay, come back soon after the game is over."

Taking a step back and looking at Mo Qiu's figure, Xiao Ju'er straightened the messy collar of his shirt with satisfaction and nodded.

"Remember to send me a message every day, cheer for the game~"

Mo Qiu sighed, enjoying the attentive service, frowned and said softly as if complaining: "Why do you think you treat me like a child?"

Xiao Ju'er didn't refute, just waved goodbye to Mo Qiu with a smile.

"So...it's okay to rely on me more like a child."

Mo Qiu, who was carrying heavy weights on both hands, was obviously in pain and happy. Seeing the gossip flames rising in the eyes of the onlookers, he frowned with a headache and nodded hastily.

"I accept the kindness and leave first."

"..."

"you!"

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows and lectured the school team behind him.

"A luxurious sparring lineup, and a tactical system that I have personally drawn up for you. I want to see the results before I come back this time."

"If you want to quit, do it as early as possible. If I am not satisfied with your training results by the time I accept them, then I can only select a few reserve members who I am satisfied with to take over."

"You all seem to have reasons why you can't lose. If that's the case, then in the last period of time, show me your consciousness."

"..."

"Share with you!"

After speaking a few loud words to inspire the troops, Mo Qiu walked into the "Flying Palace" as fast as fleeing. His back was extremely embarrassed, which caused many people to laugh.

...

About three and ten minutes later, the Flying Palace flew smoothly. In the spacious hall, Mo Qiu collapsed on the recliner, relieved.

Mr. Li held a small teapot in his hand, sipping the tea happily, and casually photographed a few pages of paper in front of Mo Qiu.

Mo Qiu didn't even bother to raise his eyelids. It seemed that he had exhausted all his strength after receiving two large gifts. He said feebly: "Old man, what is this?"

"I don't want to read the words now. You are always tired. Read it to me~"

If his own son said this, Mr. Li could slap him in the face and let him know why the flowers were so red. But when Mo Qiu said it, the old man really shook his head and explained to Mo Qiu.

"Oh, nothing."

"Some of the seed players in this Fire Attribute Masters Tournament."

"Similar to the doubles competition you participated in, the Fire Attribute Masters Tournament is also divided into two points. The slightly higher one is directly invited to the top [-] and occupies eight seats. The lower one has to compete in the qualifiers and compete for the top eight of the top [-]. A seat.”

Mo Qiu knew this. He calculated his points before setting off for the Eastern Kingdom for the first time, thinking that he might barely have enough points to participate in the qualifiers. However, he couldn't stand the various transportation captains along the way who came together to give points, causing his points to skyrocket. It meets the standards of the high-point level and avoids the trouble of playing in the qualifiers.

"Let's talk about some old things first."

"That old guy Xia Bo has confirmed his participation. Hey, it's just what I want!"

"Besides that, that old immortal Mulla will probably come too."

"Oh, you may not know Mura. He is the former gym leader of Fengyuan Cauldron Town, the former fire king of Fengyuan, and the biological grandfather of that little girl Asha. He has retired."

"The reason for coming out this time is because of the little girl Yasha - you have met her in the master duel before. This girl is going to participate in the fire attribute masters competition for the first time. The old guy Mulla is worried, so he comes to escort her in person. , I think this is the reason.”

"Well, there is also our Lao Li - these three should be the oldest contestants this year."

"The younger generation also has strong opponents - Daye, you know that, right?"

"The Four Sinnoh Kings are at their peak in strength and fame. The champion of the last Fire Attribute Masters Tournament is here to defend his title this time."

"There is also a local woman in Carlos named Pachira. According to my information, this person's identity and background are somewhat complicated. She is bound to win the championship in this Masters, because the Carlos Alliance seems to want to promote her as a popular player. The king of the department has taken office, and she lacks a Masters championship trophy as [persuasion]."

"If you count down further... little girl Yasha, you, there is another one who competes with a code name. He is not too old. I don't know him, but he should be officially certified by the alliance, not a wild boy who became a monk halfway."

After Jiazhen revealed the situation, Mr. Li's eyes were filled with hope.

"Brother Xia, leave that old thing to me, and I will help you clean it up, Mu La."

"The two of us will fight for the finals."

"What you need to pay attention to is Daye - I think he may be the player who poses the greatest threat to you. After all, his strength is considered the best among the kings, and he has rich fighting experience, so it is difficult to deal with him."

Mo Qiu smiled slightly, closed his eyes to rest, nodded, and agreed.

Hey, ever since he was born, Mo Qiu has been the biggest variable in all major competitions, a complete spoiler, a defending champion, a seeded player, if he wants to win the trophy, he must first get past me, Brother Qiu!

Just when Mo Qiu and Mr. Li were talking about the contestants of the Masters...

Yanguo, Shanghai, "Shanghai Ocean Research Institute" - in a university with such a scary-looking signboard, but whose internal facilities are indescribable and dilapidated, the principal's office welcomed two uninvited guests.

"Master Su, our school has a long history, is well-known in Shanghai, has strong teachers, complete teaching facilities, and has high-quality enrollment resources..."

The greasy-looking fat man sitting on the office chair had a flattering smile on his face. Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the impatient wave of a fat man opposite who couldn't see his eyes when he wasn't smiling.

"Okay, Principal Li, you can just use this to fool the ignorant freshmen during the admissions process. Are you going to play this trick with me?"

"I was engaged in false propaganda. When I visited the fish markets in Suzhou and Hangzhou, you probably didn't even enter Shanghai. Is it interesting?"

"If Yanhuang hadn't reformed the college entrance examination system, you would have been a private three-tiered Pheasant University at most. I'm going to say this proudly. As for those students and teachers who are just waiting to die, you would be at the bottom of the Pheasant University."

"Stop talking nonsense. The only thing I like about your school is that it has the qualifications to participate in the [National College Student Competition]. I spent money to buy this rag in your hand just for this. By the way, it can also give us half the city's aquatic products." It’s not a waste of money for employees to find a place for on-the-job training.”

After that, the little fat man with a arrogant face pulled out a piece of white paper impatiently, wrote a number, balled it up, and threw it in the face of the greasy fat man opposite.

"With this number, if you hesitate for more than three seconds, I will think that you are insulting my IQ and trying to drive up the price of recycling garbage. Then I will turn around and leave. If you throw a stone at a school like yours, it will hit three It’s not rare.”

The greasy fat man showed no anger at all. He opened the white paper with a smile, his eyes widened, and he nodded hurriedly.

"That's enough! Master Su! No... Principal Su! That's enough!"

"I'm going to go through the formalities right now, please just ask me!"

"From now on, this place will be called [Bancheng Fisheries University]!"

"Please take a seat! Take a seat!"

Under the power of his "money power", the greasy fat man surrendered without dignity. He smiled charmingly and ran out of the door rolling and crawling, fearing that the fat sheep would run away if he was half a step slower.

The fat man with small eyes - the eldest son of Bancheng Aquatic Products, Brother Su looked at the back of the former principal, snorted, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The "neckless" Brother Huang was watching the show. When he saw no one else was around, he frowned and said, "Brother Su, are you serious?"

"You have money to burn, right?"

Brother Su slowly shook his head.

"Sex, that's not what you said. I rarely mess around when doing business. Thanks to Gouqiu, the scale of Bancheng Aquatic Products has expanded a lot. There is a shortage of employees. It is a sudden recruitment and there is no suitable training system. It is easy for mistakes to happen. Losing money is a small thing, losing face is not a good thing if those partners look down on us.”

"Gou Qiu is very capable, and we can't let it slip. This kind of school that focuses on marine research is quite suitable for my renovation. It's not a waste of money to buy it."

"The most important thing...you also understand, this school has the qualifications to participate in the national college competition."

"I found out through inquiry that Gou Qiu will serve as a coach and lead Hushang University to participate in the competition."

"Damn it, we can't beat the coach, so we can't beat his disciples!"

"Furthermore, Gou Qiu has always highly praised competition as a substitute for training. This time, I just bought a ticket to practice. It won't be a loss."

Brother Huang reluctantly nodded.

"Okay, then... Principal Su, I wish you a violent beating on Gou Qiu's disciples!"

As soon as these words came out, Brother Su's face turned green - "Damn it, your surname is Huang, do you even have breasts for me, brother?"

"Forget it...Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji."

"You will be the principal. You are too old for college competitions. You probably won't be able to play this time. Be the principal for me and also serve as a coach."

"I can still catch up with the age limit and can compete normally."

After hearing this, Brother Huang agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, okay, but...Brother Su, can this Pheasant University have a reliable trainer? Don't bring a bunch of rotten fish and shrimps to give Gou Qiu experience."

"The format of the college game cannot be played by one person."

Brother Su looked at Brother Huang proudly and laughed.

"Sex, don't panic, it's all in the plan."

"This Pheasant University has no reliable experts, but... I can hire foreign aid!"

"Have you heard of the [Anti-Autumn Alliance]?"