Elves: Goal, help Pokémon fulfill their wishes

"That 'hairdresser's' craftsmanship is really terrible," Liang Yin touched the curve of his temples with his fingertips with great anguish. He glanced at his own Ibrahimovic who was sitting on his shoulder as if nothing had happened, and said in a teasing tone, "It looks like it was gnawed by an Ibrahimovic - it looks similar, right?"

Confused eyes switched back and forth between the trainer and Pokémon with the same bald spot. Shirona hesitated for a long time before she managed a "fair word" that was tantamount to sabotage: "Well, actually, I think this is more like a wheat field that has been ruined by Rattata and others."

Hearing this, the corners of Liang Yin's mouth twitched slightly: "..."

There is no need to comment so honestly.

Since Shirona had achieved her purpose of thanking Zeraora in person, she could not bear to continue to irritate Liang Yin over the issue of hair loss, so she bowed and took her leave - before leaving, she did not forget to assure the electric cat again that she would give it a thank-you gift that "it would like" next time.

Thank you? Upon hearing this keyword, Liang, who could use his gratitude points to exchange for various thank you gifts, first raised his eyebrows reflexively, and then he keenly noticed that his own Zeraora's face had darkened abnormally.

Ah, did I miss some plot? Liang Yin wanted to ask for details, but his "little boy" Chaomeng was the first to worry about the physical condition of his "old father" - after all, according to the physiological knowledge it knew, kidney deficiency was a common cause of hair loss in humans.

"It's just that I accidentally touched Ibrahimovic's baton. It's nothing serious." Liang Yin spread his hands. Perhaps he had almost accepted the reality or he had a desperate mentality. At this moment, there was a sense of willfulness and carefreeness in his tone of speech. "You won't know until you try! It turns out that the baton-passing technique also works on humans..."

"Father, the baton-passing technique is not effective on humans," Mewtwo raised his hand and interrupted, a complex color flashing across his purple eyes, "I have seen relevant statements in the experimental records of Team Rocket."

"Of course, their experimental subjects are just ordinary humans. They don't involve wave messengers, people with super powers, and the like - and people like my father are definitely not ordinary humans." It changed its mind as if it realized that there was a mistake in its wording, and immediately said to make up for it.

It's annoying. Isn't it boring to repeat the same joke three times? Liang Yin muttered in dissatisfaction in his heart. Why is it that there are always people around him reminding him that he is not a human being?

……

After tidying up the courtyard as usual, Liang Yin and the three Pokémon simply filled their stomachs with dried fish and a few packets of compressed biscuits. They also talked about the counterattack that would be launched in three days at the gathering place.

"Are we going to have a decisive battle with those bad guys from Team Galactic, Loto?" Rotom, who was living in the smartphone hanging around Ibrahimovic's neck, made his presence known and emitted an electronic voice synthesized by AI, "It would be great if we could kick that bad old man hard, Loto!"

Eevee patted its chest with its paws in style. "Don't worry, Rotom! Eevee and everyone else will help you out. Zeraora, am I right, big sister?"

Ignoring the little fox who was trying to add drama to himself, the electric cat calmly stretched out his tongue to roll the crab roe-flavored dried fish sauce left at the corner of his mouth into his mouth, then turned his head to look at the trainer he recognized: "When the time comes, I will only follow Liang Yin's command."

"That doesn't matter," the little fox curled his lips, "Liang Yin is also very indignant about what the old Pluto did - if there is a chance to vent his anger, he will definitely not let it go!"

“Thank you so much, Loto!” Even the AI-generated voice could not conceal Rotom’s deep emotion at the moment. “I will do my best to repair the remaining files that you asked me to do before, Loto!”

Residual files? What residual files? ! As soon as these words came out, Liang Yin's pupils suddenly shrank into a small black dot. His sharp eyes suddenly cast towards Ibrahimovic, who was still frantically pressing the volume minus button on his smartphone, and asked in a deep voice: "Ibrahimovic? Explain?"

"Hmm... I filmed some videos of Eevee, so I'll process them and upload them to the channel later to improve the monotonous style of the videos." He glared at Rotom, who immediately turned into a Squirtle after sensing the wrong atmosphere. The little fox quickly used his brain to cover up and made up a reason that didn't sound wrong at first glance, "Because I accidentally deleted it yesterday, I asked Rotom, who specializes in this field, to help restore it - this makes sense, right, Eevee?"

Putting aside the full-blown "there is no silver here" and the weird suffixes you use when you speak, Liang Yin let out a long sigh and winked at Mewtwo.

"Aunt Eevee, videos that were accidentally deleted can be restored in the Recycle Bin within 30 days," Mewtwo did not disappoint its father, and pointed out the fatal loophole in the little fox's words, "...It's impossible to accidentally delete something in the Recycle Bin that will pop up a five-second warning window before deleting it, right?"

Obviously, Ibrahimovic hadn't thought it through, and was stunned by Mewtwo's words: "Is this true?"

"It's true, Loto." Rotom, who had almost figured out the functions of a smartphone, added at the critical moment, successfully using his "strength" to make the little fox press the volume button frantically in embarrassment.

It seemed that the only Pokémon left at the scene was Zeraora, completely oblivious to the situation, but it just stood there and watched calmly—its bright eyes, which were filled with blue lightning, were half-closed, and it was leisurely twirling its lightning-shaped beard.

"Ibrahimovic just wants to know what's in Liang Yin's hidden folder!"

The little fox simply stopped acting, puffed up his cheeks angrily, and stomped on the ground with his paw pads as if to vent his anger: "...In the final analysis, it's the bad guy Liang Yin who completely aroused Ibrahimovic's curiosity but refused to take responsibility!"

"What's even more outrageous is that Mewtwo restored the file, read it himself, and then deleted it again - playing with Eevee's feelings again and again, is that fun?"

Changing the subject to Mewtwo, Ibrahimovic seemed to want to drag this guy down with him: "This kind of behavior of eating alone is simply selfish and despicable, and must be strongly condemned!"

Wha...what?

Mewtwo has actually seen it?!

This sudden news was like a bolt from the blue that struck Liang Yin's heart, and he stood there in a daze. His trembling and red fingers wandered between the indignant Eevee and the innocent Mewtwo, and finally stopped at the latter...

Damn it!

Wait, this actually makes sense?