Elf's Plush Breeding Manual

Wen Qiyun brought the recovered Tutu dog into the quiet training base. It was quiet all around, and the other nine members had obviously not returned yet, and even the two principals were not in the base.

Obviously, it is still quite difficult for them to get the last two rock props.

Wen Qiyun walked into the kitchen of the base, prepared food for his three elves, simply filled his stomach, and then returned to his room.

"Ayun, how's the special training going?" Li Feng called, just in time to relieve Wen Qiyun's boredom after he returned to his room.

"It's just so-so!" Wen Qiyun fell on his bed, his tone somewhat flat.

Li Feng was very keenly aware that Wen Qiyun was not in a good mood.

"What's wrong? Did something unhappy happen in the base?" Li Feng asked directly.

"This is what it is, this and that...that's about it." Wen Qiyun briefly described the situation.

"Don't forget, Ayun, even if you are training in the same training base, you are still rivals. And the principal has made it clear before that only the first place winner can get the props." Li Feng said on the other end of the phone, "And even I will not be lenient." Li Feng on the other end of the phone reminded calmly, with a hint of determination in his voice. "Even if I can't get the props myself, at least I have to make it difficult for others to get them."

"Is that really the case?" Wen Qiyun wanted to find some comfort from Li Feng, but he didn't expect to hear such straightforward words.

"Of course!" Li Feng's tone revealed an unquestionable tone.

"Am I being pretentious?" Wen Qiyun was speechless.

"Hahahaha, anyway, you have to work hard on the special training." Li Feng said with a smile, "Or if you are not satisfied with the current situation, you might as well show your strength and make everyone afraid of your strength. In this way, even if they want to target you, they will have to think twice."

Listening to Li Feng's opinion, Wen Qiyun's brows relaxed.

"Fighting is just too troublesome. I generally don't fight if I can avoid it." Wen Qiyun felt that he had to change his strategy.

Originally, my own elf, Tutu Dog, did not need any special training. As long as I painted every day, my strength would naturally improve. It was just a little slower, but very stable.

The potential of the Courier Bird is exhausted because it was forced to learn Blizzard. Although it can upgrade its level, it has no other extra moves to learn. Therefore, the Courier Bird relies on gifts to bombard. If the general gift moves don't work, it relies on Blizzard. It looks simple but very dangerous.

The last Eevee has been relying on meditation to sense super powers and pave the way for his own evolution, but the opportunity for evolution has never come, and his strength is rather embarrassing.

But at the beginning of the provincial competition, Wen Qiyun decided on Tutu dog. As long as Tutu dog was good, everything would be fine.

"Brother Feng, I know what to do." Wen Qiyun chatted with Li Feng for a few more words and then hung up the phone.

"Tutu dog, we can only rely on you from now on." Wen Qiyun touched Tutu dog's head, "Have a good rest tonight, and go to the village clinic for another checkup tomorrow. Only when you are sure that there is nothing wrong with your body can you carry out the follow-up training."

Wen Qiyun was the only one in the dormitory at night. His other roommate, Si Zheng, was still fighting for props and no one knew when he would be back. But Wen Qiyun slept well with his three elves. When he woke up, it was already bright.