I, the elf, dig mines to support you

Chapter 166 Disrespectful
There was nothing to say all night, and in the early morning of the next day, a staff member came to inform everyone to gather at the arena.

When Jiro came here, the chairman Dama Lanqi and the four heavenly kings had been waiting here for a long time, and after seeing that all the staff had arrived, Dama Lanqi simply said the opening remarks.

"I am very pleased to see all the rising stars gathered together again, old man."

"Well, let me take a look. There are 20 gyms invited this time, and there are actually 19 of them. Everyone who is absent knows it. Naturally, it is the Viking Gym. Everyone knows the specific reason, so I won't go into details."

"In order not to waste everyone's time, I'll just announce the rules right now."

"The rules are very simple. Just like in previous years, there will be a 3V3 battle with non-Big Gym trainers. The final winner will have the opportunity to challenge the Bada Gym."

"If the challenge is successful, then directly replace the opponent's position."

"Of course, this was last year's rule, but this year's rule is that the winner will directly obtain the status of the top eight and enjoy the resources of the top eight."

"This kind of opportunity is very rare, you should seize it."

"As for the Eight Great Avenues, the ranking will be re-ranked after the battle according to the same rules."

"After that, in the spring of next year, the owner of our Eighth Avenue Hall will go to Fengyuan to compete with their Eighth Avenue in a regional match. This time, everyone cheers me up and goes all out. I don't want to be ashamed like last time."

"Can you do it?"

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"It can be done."

Being stared at by the Four Heavenly Kings like this, who dares to say that it can't be done, anyway, Jiro doesn't dare at the moment.

Damalanchi was very satisfied with this, and nodded: "Very well, now please watch the big screen behind me, and start the lottery draw."

As soon as these words came out, many people looked up at the big screen, only Jiro turned his head and met Xia Bo's cold eyes.

He raised his eyebrows: "Why, Master Xia Bo has been watching me since the beginning, what advice can't be given?"

"Oh, by the way, I suddenly remembered something. When you helped resettle those townspeople last time, you could have said that you would give me relief money, but it still hasn't arrived. Are you running out of money?"

"Or is it that you, a dignified and experienced museum owner, want to renege on your debts and cheat me, a young man?"

"You!" Those who play with fire are usually hot-tempered. Hearing Jiro say this, Xia Bo almost lost his temper on the spot, but his reason told him that with the Four Heavenly Kings around, his losing his temper was not only useless, but also caused trouble for himself.

So after taking a few deep breaths, he managed to suppress the fire in his heart.

But Jiro just wanted to continue to fight: "What are you, you still owe money?"

"I won't say much about those who stayed in Xindao, but for those who were taken away by you, you have to pay me back the expenses they incurred in Xindao some time ago."

"I will send the bill to your mailbox later, please pay attention to check."

"Very good, very good." Xia Bo laughed angrily, "I will give you the money, but you have to pray hard, and you must not advance to the Eighth University."

"Otherwise, I will teach you well what it means to respect elders."

"Hiss~" As soon as these words came out, Jiro immediately took a breath of air: "No, no, Xia Bo, you actually think that I can win the championship and advance to the Eighth University. This is too much to look down on other museum owners."

"You know, I just became the owner of the museum just now."

These words filled Xia Bo's hatred directly. Originally, Xia Bo's words did not mean this, but after Jiro relayed them like this, he really looked down on others.

Unfortunately, due to Xia Bo's strength, no one dared to speak out on the spot.

And Xia Bo didn't care, he said "sharp teeth" coldly, and left angrily.

Jiro left behind and patted his chest in fear: "It's so scary. A player who plays with fire dares to threaten a player who plays with rocks. It's really impossible for everyone to be a master of inverse attributes."

"Also, Mr. Wu Neng, people have bullied your son so much, why don't you dare to speak out."

"Ahem." Wu Neng, who was named, coughed twice in embarrassment, faced the eyes of others, and had to bite the bullet and said, "Aren't I training your ability?"

"You're doing really well."

"That's right. We don't have to be afraid of him at all. The rock attribute can restrain his fire attribute to death. If he dares to make trouble, just smash him."

Well, even though this is what he said, Wu Neng's heart is very empty. After all, apart from the Pokémon left by his ancestors to guard the gymnasium, the only thing he can fight is the Rumble Stone, which even Jiro can't beat.

With this one alone, no matter who is present, can defeat it.

What's more, Xia Bo is still in the forefront among the crowd, so what he said is very false.

Naturally, Jiro knew about this situation, and after seeing that he failed to provoke Xia Bo, he gave up digging his father's painful feet.

At this time, the lottery was finally over, and Jiro was unexpectedly ranked first, and his opponent had a picture of a little girl.

Pretty cute, but seems younger than Jiro.

After looking around for a while, Jiro finally found that she was extremely petite, about 1.3 meters tall, standing next to Sakura, and there was a huge gap in comparison.

But such a young girl is actually a curator. If the picture on the screen was not similar to her, Jiro thought she was a little girl brought out by some family to see the world.

And when Jiro was looking at her, she was also looking at Jiro.

Then for some reason, she raised her eyebrows directly, pointed at Jiro and said angrily, "Irreverent, what kind of eyes do you have, this lady is already 20 years old this year."

"Look at me with such disgusting eyes again, and I will be rude to you."

20 years old?
Hearing this number, Jiro swore that his eyes really moved uncontrollably to a certain key part, and then involuntarily showed a sympathetic expression.

He is 20 years old, and his development seems to have stopped, and he is hopeless.

This expression was naturally seen by the girl who had been staring at him. In an instant, she turned into a kitten with fried hair, about to pounce on Jiro.

Fortunately, she was quickly embraced by Sakura on one side, but just like that, she still showed her teeth and claws.

"You guy, you guy, let me go, I must kill him, a hundred times, a hundred times."

In this regard, Jiro could only touch his nose helplessly, but he didn't say a word, and he became like this, blame me.

However, is the psychological quality of a 20-year-old museum owner really as bad as she shows?

(End of this chapter)