Elves: Goal, help Pokémon fulfill their wishes

"Zeraora, how did you learn the Electric Field moves?" Liang Yin finally put the electricity bill aside. After all, his career as an up-master is now at its peak, and the number of fans under his account is approaching 100,000. He really... really doesn't care about these small amounts of money anymore. "Did you get it by a flash of inspiration?"

"What flash of inspiration? I only have flashes of lightning," Zeraora answered slurredly while chewing a small dried fish. "At that time, I just felt uncomfortable, as if something in my body wanted to come out, and then I used it."

"…" Uh, each word is normal, why does it sound a little weird when they are connected together? No, could it be that I am abnormal?

Liang Yin shook his head and finally took out two Poké Balls from his waist bag: "Eevee, Zeraora, we will take public transportation to City X this afternoon. According to the weather forecast, there will be thunderstorms there. In order for Zeraora to recover sooner, you will have to stay in the Poké Balls for a while."

Ibrahimovic groaned and seemed unhappy, but he still obediently scored a goal in the end. However, before scoring, he secretly took away a box of dried fish from Zeraora.

Zeraora pointed at the laptop, opened her clear blue eyes, and asked, "Liang Yin, can I take this into the Poké Ball?"

"Sure, but there shouldn't be any internet in the Poké Ball, right?" Liang Yin moved closer and operated the mouse to help Zeraora download some videos he wanted to watch in advance and drag them into the playlist. "This way, you can continue watching even without an internet connection."

"But Zeraora, do you understand human language?" he asked casually with some curiosity.

The little electric cat spread his paws indifferently: "It's almost the same as guessing - there is no systematic teaching, Pokémon all slowly understand human language in this way."

After settling the two little ones, Liang Yin straightened his clothes a little and prepared to take a taxi to the high-speed railway station.

However, at this time, the three "sons" in the original dormitory group kept @ing him, making his phone ring non-stop.

[Hao Da Er: Liang Yingying, why didn’t you come to class? Today the teacher called the roll for the first time! ]

[Good Er'er: I can't help you sign in since you all came here one by one. Don't blame the dads for not saving you. ]

[Hao San'er: Did you move out and then oversleep because your dads didn't wake you up?]

Liang Yin: “…”

Oh, by the way, I am still a junior student now.

Although there are only a few scattered classes every week, you still have to go to class. More importantly, if you want to go out of town, you must first ask for leave from the counselor.

"But I can't go back to that ordinary life..." He clenched his fists. After all, in the virtual world, he had made up his mind to achieve extraordinary things and would never waver. "Then I'll apply for a college student self-employment project from the school. This way I don't have to go to class."

As for the idea of ​​dropping out, it flashed through Liang Yin's mind. However, thinking about how much effort an orphan had put in to get into college, even if it was just a pity for the "sunk costs", he also wanted to get that diploma - it was also a perfect explanation for his past life.

"Uh, let me think, what's a better reason to ask for leave?"

……

After many twists and turns, Liang Yin finally boarded the train to City X. By the time he arrived at his destination after many twists and turns, it was already late.

But the weather forecast was not deceiving this time. There was a large accumulation of dark clouds overhead, and the air was filled with the smell of moisture. The strong winds that are standard for thunderstorms had already appeared in advance, and they were still howling. The momentum was really not small.

"Let's find a place to stay first." Liang Yin followed the navigation to a hotel with good ratings, booked a single room, and then moved in with his luggage.

Little Zeraora and Eevee also jumped out of the Poké Ball on their own initiative and landed on the soft big bed.

The former stuffed the laptop he was holding into Liang Yin's arms, and then urged: "Liang Yin, I've finished reading it, show me the new one."

"Okay, okay." Liang Yin scratched the little electric cat's neck hair helplessly, and then his hand suddenly froze, because he realized that the person he was teasing now was the easily disgruntled Zeraora, not Eevee.

However, to his surprise, Zeraora was not unhappy at all. Instead, he squinted his eyes comfortably, with his cute little mustache trembling.

Could it be that Zeraora, who had turned into a cub, liked this kind of caressing very much? Liang Yin raised his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered a certain first-level god who was easily "controlled" by a little girl under the age of ten. Suddenly, everything seemed reasonable to him.

"Liang Yin, Ibrahimovic wants one too, Ibrahimovic wants one too." Ibrahimovic took the initiative to put its head in his hand and wagged its tail expectantly.

"Good good."

Liang Yin also scratched Ibrahimovic's neck hair. His skillful technique and just the right amount of strength made the little guy so comfortable that he fell limp on the bed.

At the moment when Ibrahimovic "interrupted", Zeraora finally realized that he was influenced by the instinct of the cub's body again. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He could only pretend that nothing had happened and raised his paw to push away Liang Yin's fingers, saying lightly: "Hurry up and play the new video for me."

"Good good."

Not caring about the little electric cat's betrayal, Liang Yin had now turned into a robot that could only say "okay, okay", trying to satisfy the requests of the two little guys at the same time - but looking at his expression, he seemed to be enjoying it.

"By the way, what would you like to eat for dinner?" he asked.

"Grilled fish!" Ibrahimovic stood up from the bed swiftly and answered.

Zeraora had no objection to this decision and simply nodded.

……

In a secret room of the hotel, a man rubbed his hands eagerly, a perverted smile on his face, and turned on several display screens in front of him.

"Let me see which guests are having fun again?" He muttered, his fingers rapidly tapping the keyboard. "The website has already started urging me to update the 'Pinhole Voyeur' series."

Double rooms can be ruled out first. After all, if there is really explosive content, a single room will definitely be booked.

However, just as the man moved the mouse and was about to select the camera in a single room, countless terrifying pale smiling faces suddenly appeared on the screen, and the lights in the room began to flicker, which was very scary.

He looked back in horror and saw that a smiling face had left the screen and was floating behind him, staring at him viciously with bloody eyes.

"what--"

The man screamed at the top of his lungs, his eyes rolled back, his legs kicked, and he passed out with a foul smell.

All the horrific scenes disappeared without a trace, leaving only a man in a suit standing next to the unconscious person. He kicked the latter's head with his leather shoes in disgust to confirm that he was really unconscious and not just pretending.

"Really? You didn't have any vigilance at all," the man in the suit sighed helplessly as he looked at Liang Yin and the others eating grilled fish on the screen, "and you suddenly came to X City, causing me to go through so much trouble."

But he didn't notice that while he was complaining about others, a gray-black fox tail had already appeared behind his butt.