Pokémon: Standing at the Silver Conference at the Beginning

After three days, Xiaozhi and his party finally arrived in Green Shadow Town.

This is a metropolis surrounded by forests on three sides and backed by green mountains.

As soon as they entered the Pokémon Center.

I saw an acquaintance.

Small instant.

But the situation doesn't seem to be good.

Miss Joy and Gilly Egg were pushing a stretcher cart, on which lay a poisonous rose covered in bruises.

The green-haired boy's face no longer had the usual pride, and looked a little depressed.

"Then, I'll trouble you, Miss Joy."

Xiao Shun bowed slightly, and his familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Xiao Shun, you are indeed here too."

He turned around and saw Xiaoyao and Xiaozhi beside him.

"Xiao Shun, you are also here to participate in this gorgeous competition, right?"

In response to Xiaozhi's question, Xiao Shun shook his head.

He turned sideways to reveal Poison Rose lying on a stretcher.

"I just had a fight with a trainer wearing a mask. It's impossible for Poison Rose to fully recover before tomorrow."

"His name is Masked Messenger, you should be careful about him."

"I give up on tomorrow's game."

After Xiao Shun finished speaking, he walked straight to the door.

It was obvious that he was not in a good mood and needed some quiet time.

"It seems that this gorgeous competition is not simple."

Xiaozhi patted Xiaoyao on the shoulder, "But don't feel pressure, we will help you cheer up."

"Pikapi!" Pikachu also cheered her up.

"Thank you, Ash, Pikachu."

Xiaoyao became more motivated, "Go and practice. That trainer can defeat even Xiao Shun, so I have to be careful."

"Before I entered, I saw a park next to it and there was no one there."

"Then go there."

The scene changes.

When Xiaoyao came to the park, he started to practice throwing balls with Xiangwei Miao again.

Xiaozhi and others sat on a long bench on one side and watched.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

A figure appeared with a low smile.

"Heh heh heh heh... let me ask you, do you want to participate in the Pokémon Contest?"

Capes, hats, and masks.

It's exactly the same as the coordination trainer Xiao Shun mentioned.

"Are you the Masked Messenger?"

Xiaoyao's identification quickly received a response.

"Yes, I am the Masked Messenger!"

I think he is a middle school boy, right?

Xiaozhi saw the intention of the other party's appearance and stood up directly, "I heard that you are quite powerful, come and have a showdown with me!"

"Oh? It seems that you are very confident. You can do it. It would be too boring if you don't fight with someone with a little bit of backbone."

Chuunibyou, the tone is always like this.

Don't argue with him.

Xiaozhi thought to himself to comfort himself, but he had no intention of letting go.

He took out Bi Diao's baby ball.

It's a secondary disease. If you hit the weak points, it will be easy for Xiaoyao to win tomorrow.

"Then let me be the referee."

Seeing that the battle was inevitable, Xiaogang took the initiative to ask for help.

"Yes, the time limit is 5 minutes, just like the rules of the gorgeous contest." The Masked Messenger added.

Of course Xiaozhi has no objection to this. As long as he is disabled, it doesn't matter what the rules are.

"As for me, the decision is yours, Bi Diao!"

"Compare!"

"Then I'll use... Go ahead, Night Giant!"

"What!"

The level 35 night giant is a formidable enemy for Xiaoyao.

Now, Xiaozhi was not going to let it go, let alone someone who knocked on the door on his own initiative.

"Bi Diao, violent storm!"

The ghost type is very difficult to deal with. The best way is to block the action and then use skills other than the normal type to attack.

"What!"

The strong wind swept quickly, and the night giant lost its ability to attack in an instant, and could only barely support its body.

"What! So powerful!"

The masked user covered his face with a cloak, and his eyes were narrowed under the mask.

"Steel Wings!"

Xiaozhi shouted while taking advantage of the victory.

Night Giant is a ghost-type Pokémon that does not have the ability to float. It couldn't dodge Bidiao's swift attack!

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"Night Giant!"

After the wind dissipated, the Masked Messenger looked at the Night Giant who fell in front of him, his tone full of disbelief.

"The night giant loses its ability to fight, and Bi Diao wins."

Xiaogang calmly announced the result, not surprised.

After all, when Xiaozhi took out the Bi Diao, he predicted this outcome.

"It turned out to be...just one blow..."

However, this middle school boy seemed to have been beaten to the point of doubting his life.

Just when he was confused, a car horn woke him up.

"Not good!"

He hurriedly took back the night giant, and then ran towards the woods in a panic.

"That's it for today, farewell!"

"What's going on with this person?" Xiaoyao looked confused.

At this time, a stretched black Lincoln parked at the entrance of the park.

The car door opened, and a plump and gorgeous lady ran out.

"do not run!"

She shouted and quickly chased into the woods.

"Damn it, who is this person? He actually killed my night giant with one blow..."

The Masked Messenger shuttled through the jungle, gritting his teeth as he recalled the battle just now.

Since debuting with this identity, this is the first time he has encountered such a setback.

In his daze, he suddenly hit a branch in front of his eyes. He quickly pushed it away with his hand, but scratched the back of his hand.

And the chasing aunt also caught up, "Okay, now you admit it!"

The masked messenger didn't dare to speak, took one look, and ran straight into the depths of the jungle.

"Hey! Don't run!"

The aunt was unwilling to give in. Just as she was about to start, her legs became weak and she fell forward.

But she also discovered a pencil that the other party just dropped, "This is it!"

"Excuse me, are you okay?"

Xiaoyao, who followed him worriedly, asked with concern.

The aunt stood up and looked back, "I'm fine, but you guys, are you the companions of the Masked Messenger just now?"

Seeing that the aunt was showing signs of taking action, Xiaozhi quickly interrupted, "No, no, that guy suddenly came over to challenge us!"

"Huh? That's it!"

The aunt was stunned and then said, "So that's it, I'm sorry."

Xiaogang felt something was wrong, so he asked, "Excuse me, do you know that Masked Messenger?"

"Oh, please listen to me."

It seemed that she was asked something sad. The aunt took out her handkerchief to wipe her tears and explained to them.

"It starts with my lovely son, Kimimaro, skipping school and not going to tutoring..."

Following her statement, Xiaozhi also understood the cause and effect.

As expected, the masked messenger just now was the son of Kimi Dai's aunt, Kimimaro, there was no doubt about it.

Thinking about it, he took the initiative to interrupt, "Actually, you should know the identity of the other party, Auntie Jundai."

Jundai was stunned, and Xiaozhi continued, "Well, Masked Messenger will definitely participate in the gorgeous contest tomorrow. You can think carefully about whether you want to go and see it."

This mother's strength may not be correct for education.

But there is no denying that she must still love her children.

So instead of using your own paranoia to affect your family, it is better to have a good communication or take a good look at it.

This is Xiaozhi's advice to Auntie Jundai.

If it were his paranoid parents in his previous life, I'm afraid these words wouldn't be useful.

But in this world full of love, these words must have an effect.

I saw Auntie Jundai nodded and then left.

She was also a big Pokémon fan as a child and had a beloved coyote dog.

But at that time, the family wanted her to study hard, become an elite, and inherit the family business.

She and the coyote were forcibly separated.

If we hadn't met, there might not have been the pain of separation.

She thought so, so after a long time, she even became reluctant to get close to any Pokémon.

But if you are paranoid, it will bring suffocation to your lover.

Then you may really need to take a good look at the real side of your child.