Pokemon To The Top

Sunshine, Beach, coconut trees.

Mo Yan is lying on the beach chair, still a little at a loss until now.

Obviously, you were still playing the game yesterday, so why are you lying flat now?

On the left, a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice was controlled by Gardevoir and Levitate was brought to Mo Yan, and he could reach it.

On the right, Cynthia was lying on another beach chair, her nose moved slightly, sleeping soundly.

After a while, Cynthia's breath changed slightly, and she gradually woke up.

Mo Yan turned sideways, and just watched quietly, until Cynthia opened his wistful eyes and met him.

"Wake up?"

"..."

Cynthia's face flushed slightly, and she sat up slightly behind her body, and took Lucario handily. Take a sip of another glass of orange juice that came over.

"Did you sleep?"

Cynthia turned her head and asked softly.

"Well, I haven't come back a bit"

Mo Yan sat up as he said, took the orange juice from Cynthia's hand, and took a sip.

Cynthia blinked, too lazy to complain about Mo Yan's hooliganism, turned and stood up.

"Would you like to go?"

"Okay!"

The two got up and left, but Gardevoir did not keep up, instead chatting with Cynthia's Lucario .

Gardevoir smiled happier looking at Lucario's cramped look.

The sea breeze is slightly salty, and the sun is not too warm. The waves beat against the back of the feet, taking away the heat in the body.

Mo Yan and Cynthia walked side by side, enjoying the leisurely vacation.

The place they came to is not a famous tourist attraction, but a semi-developed beach in a coastal town.

There are very few people, most of them are local villagers, and very few know them.

However, less return less, does not mean there is no, let alone Mo Yan, who has just become the number one Elite, the public awareness should not be too high at this time.

In the morning, children from the fishing village ran over to watch them secretly. In the afternoon, there were more than a dozen children on the beach, but they didn't dare to bother them casually.

"Big tongue shell, use Water Gun!"

"Marill, rush over and pat!"

Suddenly, the two of them faintly heard from the front The voice of the battle.

After circumventing the reef that obstructs the line of sight in front of them, two swarthy teenagers are directing their Pokémon chickens to peck at each other on the beach.

It seems to have discovered the arrival of Mo Yan and Cynthia, and the two young boys commanded more effortlessly.

But both the big tongue and Marill's combat capability are both Normal, but the defense is pretty good, and it didn't end after a long time.

It depends on Mo Yan and the two are leaving. The two little boys are both anxious and winking at each other desperately.

"Ah, my big tongue is dying, I give up!"

"Okay, I won!"

The other kid is happy He jumped up and didn't forget to turn his head around and take a peek at Mo Yan.

"You...Hello! Is it Mo Yan Elite?"

When the little boy found out that Mo Yan was looking at them, he finally got the courage to say it.

"Well, what's the matter?"

After being an Elite for so long, Mo Yan can also make himself look very kind in the public, even if he is a Dark Type Elite.

"I...I...I want you to accept my challenge!"

Mo Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at this little boy who dared to challenge himself. At the moment, I actually felt a little fun.

"Why do you want to challenge me?"

The little boy has eyes shined, and his admiration makes no secret of it.

"Because you are very strong, it is the ultimate goal in my heart. I want to be a powerhouse like you."

The little boy’s speech is a bit messy, but it doesn’t prevent Mo Yan from hearing that. It's pure and sincere.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Haier!"

"Good Haier, I accept your challenge, is 1V1 okay?"

"Yes, yes, of course! Yeah, I can play against Elite Four!"

Haier was so happy that he ran to the opposite side, backhand Another Poké Ball was thrown.

"Corsola, opponent is very strong, we are going to cheer!"

"Nice cool!"

The pink Corsola gave a crisp cry, fighting intent full Full.

Mo Yan looked at Corsola, who was obviously much better than Marill, and knew that the little boy on the opposite side might have imagined it like this at first.

But Coaching games are the same for everyone.

"Umbreon, leave it to you"

Mo Yan sent out Umbreon, the gentlest and most well-behaved personality, and didn't want to scare the children.

"Khaki~"

Umbreon appeared in a standard combat stance, but when the opposite was a Corsola who was not up to the Outstanding level, he couldn't help turning his head and looked towards Mo Yan.

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'A Coaching game, it's time to grind your claws when you are bored,' Mo Yan whispered with the same frequency resonance.

Umbreon looked at Mo Yan steadily, and finally turned his head slowly.

Grinding claws?

If you take a picture, the opposite will not be beaten and cry, right?

"I'll come, I'll come! I'll be the referee!"

Another fellow of Haier ran to the center of the arena excitedly, stumbling over the rules of the game, and finally broke the sound Shout.

"The competition...start!"

"Corsola, use Pin Missile!"

"Nicoo!"

Corsola imposing There was a full squeal in the manner, and then his whole body shook, and a large amount of Pin Missile shot out from his back.

"Dodge!"

"Khaki~"

Umbreon raised his head and stared at Pin Missile falling from the sky until he was about to be hit, which was a kick Jumped away from the place.

"So fast!"

Haier wanted to see Umbreon escape the attack of Pin Missile, but was only attracted by Umbreon's speed for a while.

"Go out...Take Tackle!"

"Khaki~"

Umbreon has jumped onto the reef at this time, and then kicked again, in the blink of an eye Has come before Corsola.

Remembering Mo Yan's pre-match order, Umbreon directly reduced his strength by 90%, and then hit it lightly.

bang!

Puff~

Corsola was hit and flew directly, and then fell into the water, there's no resistance.

Umbreon scratched his head, thinking that this doesn't even count as Tickle itching, so he flew.

Should you not blame me?

Umbreon didn't care about the other things, so he walked up to Mo Yan's side and rubbed his trouser legs.

"Khaki~"

Mo Yan shook helplessly.

After a while, Corsola, with a swollen head, crawled out of the sea aggrievedly and shyly hid behind Haier and refused to continue the game.

"Mo Yan Elite, you are too strong. Let... let you see the joke."

Haier dropped his head in shame. Only at this moment did he know how naive he was.

"Becoming stronger doesn't happen overnight. Even when I was chased and beaten by others, I just became stronger slowly."

Mo Yan picked a sentence that I said before. Chicken soup, casually comfortableed.

But for Haier, this is undoubtedly Mo Yan's encouragement and expectation for him.

How does it feel to be encouraged by idols?

How does it feel to be looked forward to by an idol?

That's not too cool!

Haier nodded sharply, loudly shouted: "I know, Mo Yan Elite, I will continue to work hard to become a powerful trainer like you!"

Mo Yan grinned : "Hmm, come on!"