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In the grass, Jing Ming touched Nidoran's long ears without embarrassment and took her back into the elf ball.

To be an excellent trainer, sometimes you have to pretend to be a goose but not a duck. This is the best policy.

Jing Ming secretly praised his own outlook on things. Otherwise, with his looks and intelligence, he would be more than enough to be a scumbag.

You must know that Shajiuye suggested that he should not waste his appearance and find someone to support him through the difficult early stage as a trainer.

But...is he that kind of person?

Besides, where are there so many young and beautiful rich women who are always ready to support others.

He raised his head and glanced at the open space in front of him, and found that the scattered sparks quickly disappeared into the dark soil.

Generally speaking, there are almost no fires in vast forests like Joban.

Even if a fire Pokémon inadvertently creates flames, it won't be enough to truly ignite the forest.

He looked around again, then turned and walked towards the hill.

Although Soraya looked calm and unaffected, how could it actually be possible?

If he doesn't catch up at this time, then his emotional intelligence cannot be cured, so he can just bury himself on the spot.

It took more than a year for Jingming to fully understand the nearby terrain.

He pushed aside the grass and soon found the tree-lined path.

At the end of the road there should be an endless sea of ​​green forests, towering blue sky and floating clouds dyed orange in the sunset.

Immediately afterwards, sure enough

Zoroa was standing there, the white cloak behind him swaying in the wind.

She stood on the hill with her eyes closed, gently pressing the brim of her hat, like a quiet and beautiful oil painting.

"Py"

In the far sky, several black spots slid down from the clouds and then circled at high speed. They were Bibi birds.

Jing Ming looked at it and looked away.

Soraya did not turn around, but said soothingly in a gentle and cheerful voice: "The wind is very comfortable today. It is a soft and gentle wind with the breath of spring."

"Yes, the wind makes people want to squint and enjoy it." Jing Ming said as he walked to Soraya's side.

He kept a close but not touching distance.

The fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose is like the fragrance of flowers and some kind of wonderful soothing breath.

In fact, regarding what Zoroa said, Kuuga is probably the person who understands me best now.

It's not that he has no feelings at all, but he cares about it deep down.

"The wind is so nice, Kuga." Zoroa opened her eyes slightly, and she looked at the orange-red sunset in the distance. "The wind, it can hover freely no matter where it is." She raised her hand to wisp a wisp of sky blue in the middle of the sentence. With short hair, I thought of windmills, wind power generation equipment, etc. described by people around me. So she closed her eyes slightly again and chuckled, "But, that's right."

Jing Ming was originally just watching from the corner of his eye, but in the end, all his eyes were unknowingly drawn to Soraya's profile.

After all, was it the girlish appearance before him that attracted him, or was it the identity of Zoroa’s Phantom Legend?

From mysterious flower fields to Viridian Forest.

From Viridian Forest to the whole world.

Chasing freedom, but can only stand here and look at Lin Hai in the distance.

Phantom Pokémon have either been hiding somewhere, or they have been conquered by trainers.

Even Soraya herself understood that she could not escape from this seemingly destined fate.

That's why she looks at everything with that empty, indifferent look.

This should be the world she lives in.

Jing Ming turned his gaze to the setting sun and couldn't help but ask: "Zoroa, if you are free, what do you want to do?"

Soraya suddenly opened his eyes, and looked over with his dark eyes in surprise, "Hey"

She tilted her head as if she didn't react.

Jing Ming considered his words, "If, if you could not worry about anything else and could go where you want freely, what would you want to do then?"

Soraya stared at Jing Ming for a while, then she narrowed her eyes as if thinking, "What do you want to do?"

She looked at Lin Hai again, and her tone was inevitably cheerful, "First of all, I want to drift in the real sea for a while. I want to know what it feels like."

Jing Ming couldn't help but imagine it in his mind, and smiled, "It's probably a feeling of emptying the brain."

"Really." Soraya chuckled, "Kuaga, what would I do if it was Kuga?"

Jing Ming said without thinking: "I want to do everything, I want to know everything in the world."

"But first, I want to quietly watch the girl who wants to drift away for a while."

He glanced directly at Zoroa as he spoke.

There was still a slight smile on Zoroa's face, "Is that so?"

She seemed to be pretending not to understand the meaning of Jing Ming's words.

Only then did Jing Ming feel that Zoroa did not have evil traits, but that he had deeply restrained these traits.

At least he didn't even get a side reply, and now he felt like he was being teased.

So as if to force him to come up with an answer, he took a step back and said, "Sure enough, the idea should be more noble?"

After Jing Ming finished speaking, Zoroja's voice sounded in his ears, "I don't think so."

She placed her right hand on her chest and lightly held the hem of her clothes. She closed her eyes as if judging something, and confirmed again: "I don't think so."

After Soraya finished speaking, he turned around and faced Jing Ming.

After Jing Ming saw the expression on Zoroa's face, his originally anxious heart gradually became calmer and even a little happy.

Am I so innocent?

Jing Ming thought a little ridiculously, but the eyes full of tenderness, trust and the open-hearted expression in front of him really bound his gaze tightly.

Nibi City Trainer School, Room 503, Special Teaching Building.

Teacher Hilt is still wearing a black tuxedo. He sits at his desk and keeps his fingers on his laptop.

Masato Akiyama stood by the window, playing with an electronic cigarette on his fingertips.

There was only one Casey in the room at this time, sitting on the sofa.

There was a tablet floating in front of its eyes, silently playing the TV series "I Have a Date with Picosi".

It swung its tail and glanced at the two people in the house from time to time, its eyes filled with resentment.

It was obviously very dissatisfied with not being able to hear.

Teacher Hilt and Masato Akiyama had already finished talking about old times, as if they were waiting for something.

"Lea's words before I came here made me a little, um, surprised."

Akiyama Masato's face looked a little solemn.

"You are surprised, I respect you." Teacher Hilt didn't even look up.

"If you want to complain, I can lend you Cathy. It will cry, pass you tissues, and even purr to satisfy your girlish empathy."

"I'd better keep quiet." Masato Akiyama flicked his e-cigarette.

He suddenly said again, "Bonalit, it's true that your daughter doesn't look the same."

Ding.

The sound of a letter coming from the mailbox interrupted his words.

Akiyama Masato's face became serious, "How?"

Although it was him and Bonalit who made the recommendation this time, the doctor from that institute was not a person who looked after other people's faces.

Teacher Hilt opened the email, "Sorry."

"Rejected" Akiyama Masato sighed, having no choice.

"No, accepted. Dr. Uchigi seems to appreciate something about Kageaki Kuga."

"...which point"

"I'm not interested in normal humans, I love Pokémon."