Elf Trainer from Golden City

"I... I don't believe it anymore, come again!"

Xiangzi was panting, with an indignant expression on his face.

The receptionist Jiumei and the manager Junyi opened their mouths, counting in their hearts how many times they will come again.

"Well, there's no need, old lady. You have said that this is the best club in Jinhuang City. If you can't beat it normally, I can't even beat it. Let alone... go back." Zhisheng blushed and persuaded Xiangzi.

"No, I must defeat this hateful guy!"

Everyone looked at Izumi Watanabe, the culprit. He and Ibrahimovic were already paralyzed on the ground, unable to breathe.

Ghost Stone counted the banknotes with a cheerful face.

"Why...why, Ghost Stone... aren't you tired?"

"Jie Jie~"

The layout is small, and I'm fine if I don't sleep for a few days and nights.

Ghost Stone counted the banknotes back and forth, thinking about how much snacks he could buy with the money, excluding training expenses.

Well, although I don't know how much I can buy, I can definitely buy a lot, the kind that I can't finish eating in three days and three nights!
Tian Zhuzhu watched from the side with an uneasy expression and her whole body trembling.

Izumi Watanabe noticed this situation and just thought she wanted to talk to her, but she was afraid that she wouldn't dare, so she was trembling.

After all, this is commonplace.

"Come again!" Xiangzi took it out of his pocket, stunned for a moment, his little hand came out with air, and he opened his palm, wanting to confirm it.

It seems... no money.

"Zhisheng, do you have any money, lend me some." Xiangzi stretched out his hand.

The little brother Zhisheng scratched his face, pointed at Izumi Watanabe: "Well... old sister, you took it all for him."

"????"

Xiangzi was full of question marks: "When did I give the money to that guy?"

"Obviously I can't beat him, but paying back the money to practice with him is equivalent to giving it back." Zhisheng was aggrieved and muttered in a low voice.

Losing to this sparring partner is already very embarrassing, this old lady still wants to fight, the more she fights, the more addicted she is, she is almost lost.

Zhisheng muttered again: "If you love beating so much, why don't you marry him, because it doesn't cost money."

Xiangzi narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, I'm praising you for your hard work."

Chun couldn't watch it any longer, so she came out to host and said, "This place is about to close for get off work, I wonder if you two can come back tomorrow."

Xiangzi snorted, cast a glance at Watanabe Izumi, and said coldly: "Tomorrow, I will appoint him."

"No problem, no problem." Chun Yi laughed a few times, watched the guests go out, and then relaxed.

This is the consequence of pissing off a woman, it's terrible.

But... what is the reason for this girl's anger?Could it be that he was angry when he saw his brother's ten-game winning streak cut off?

Jiu Mei also had such doubts, and looked at Watanabe Izumi: "Mr. Watanabe, what did you do to provoke her? As for playing more than ten games in a row like this?"

Izumi Watanabe let out a haha: "Who can guess what this... woman is thinking? Right."

Junichi nodded approvingly.

Jiumei frowned, and said seriously: "Mr. Watanabe, I don't agree with this. In fact, women's small thoughts are easy to guess, as long as you pay more attention and observe more..."

"Okay, okay, I'll go back first."

Watanabe Izumi was exhausted enough, he didn't want to listen to other people's nagging, picked up Ibrahimovic and Tianzhu who were collapsed on the ground, called Ghost Stone, and went home.

After all, there is no overtime pay, and it would be a great loss to stand here for an extra second after get off work.

Kumi puffed up her mouth and complained, "Mr. Watanabe!"

Junichi shrugged, expressing helplessness, and then reacted.

No, the middle fee hasn't been drawn from the boy's fee yet!

…………

Go home.

Ghost Stone was sullen.

Watanabe Izumi comforted: "There is no way, they all have to extract some fees from the middle, otherwise how would they make money?"

"Jie Jie (-へ-,)"

That's not enough to smoke so much!

Ghost Stone was wronged.

"Don't be sad, today I will make you the energy cube of Shalin Fruit."

Sand ling fruit can increase the speed and reaction of elves, and its taste is sweet and sour. Ghost Stone likes to eat this kind of fruit.

"Jie Jie～へ(゜、°)へ"

Great!
Ghost Stone raised his hands and shouted excitedly.

Watanabe Izumi's eyes were full of doting eyes, he smiled and shook his head, how could there be a sense of sight of raising a daughter?

He looked at Ibrahimovic in his arms again. This little guy was already so tired that he fell asleep because of today's battle, and he probably wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.

"Sweet bamboo, what do you say? Do you want to eat it? Or something else, I'll make it for you."

Izumi Watanabe looked at Xiaomangosteen again.

"..."

Xiao Mangosteen did not speak as usual, and looked at Watanabe Izumi silently.

"What's wrong?"

Tian Zhuzhu shook her head, bouncing up the stairs.

Watanabe Izumi was at a loss.

I always feel that today's mangosteen is not the same as before, is it an illusion?

Ghost Stone didn't care so much, she was having a carnival.

Very good!
Today's energy cubes are all mine!

……

night.

Tian Zhuzhu got up from the bed and stared at Watanabe Izumi and the two sisters who were sleeping soundly.

Think back to today's battle.

Sister Ibrahimovic is heroic, and every action is decisive. (In other words, no brains.)
The second sister of Ghost Stone flickers and disappears, and every movement is unpredictable. (In other words, it’s old-fashioned.)
But what about yourself?

Watanabe Izumi didn't send her to play at all, he...does he feel that he is too weak to match.

"Mochi."

Tian Zhuzhu seemed to have made up her mind, her eyes were firm.

Sneakily jumped out of bed.

Jump out of the room.

…………

Wait until the next morning.

Izumi Watanabe picked up Ibrahimovic who was sleeping on his chest, with his eyes half-closed, and slowly changed the movement on the bed from lying to sitting, muttering:

"How can I say I can hardly breathe, so it's Ibrahimovic."

"Buyi? (__)"

morning?
Ibrahimovic opened his eyes in a daze, then yawned and made a cute cry, as if he hadn't woken up, he looked straight ahead and nodded.

She also wanted to sleep back into the cage.

I was really tired yesterday.

"How do you feel that someone is missing?"

As he just woke up, Watanabe Izumi felt confused, vaguely felt that there was one missing elf, and felt something was wrong.

"Buyi~o(——)ozzZZ"

Yes.

Ibrahimovic echoed silently, and the subconscious also felt that one was missing, otherwise why would it be on Watanabe's chest when he woke up.

If it was normal, it would only be in the position of his arm when he woke up.

"Where did Tianzhuzhu go?"

Ibrahimovic who started to sleep again after being placed, Watanabe Izumi got off the bed and walked out of the room, towards the kitchen.

Du Ma is preparing breakfast for the family.

At this point in time, Wu De had just woken up and was having morning training with his disciples.

"Morning Koizumi, breakfast will be ready in a while, remember to call Ibrahimovic and the others to eat." Du Ma took a sip of the taste, turned around and smiled.

Izumi Watanabe glanced at the living room, but there was no sign of Tian Zhuzhu, so he asked, "Mom, have you seen Tian Zhuzhu?"

"Little mangosteen? I don't know, Koizumi, didn't you see her? Maybe you have morning training with your dad downstairs?"

"Okay, I'll go down and see her first."

Come downstairs.

Wu De held the teacup in one hand and carried it on his body with the other, supervising the training of his disciples.

From his middle age to middle age, he has already started a health-preserving life, and the cup contains goji berries and various health-preserving fruits.

"Dad, have you seen Tianzhuzhu?"

Wu De turned his head back: "No, hasn't she been sleeping in your room and hasn't come out?"

Watanabe Izumi began to wake up and gradually realized that something was wrong.