An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 198 Czechoslovakia's Business Acumen, A Battle (Danger!)

The group of people walked into the photography studio in a grand procession.

Dou was still preoccupied with the uncertainty of whether Xiaoju could see it, his gaze somewhat unfocused.

However, when his gaze swept over the figure in the center of the shooting area wearing a tidy pig outfit and with an adorable curly little tail behind her, he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning!
"Holy crap!!!"

Dou also gasped in surprise, his eyes wide open, pointing at the figure, his tongue tied in knots with excitement.

"This...isn't this Miss Ruri?! My God! Miss Ruri! I...I've seen her in person!!!"

He had only interacted with Liuli a few times during his live streams before.

Back then, listening to the other person's sweet and charming voice calling him "Brother Douye~" through the screen, he felt like he had become a successful person who spent money like water and was favored by a goddess!

That illusory sense of satisfaction once made him consider pursuing her.

However, he was not a simple, low-level coward like Gongping. As a veteran in the live streaming industry, he had connections in the circle and had heard many terrifying legends about Miss Liuli's "Ironclad Shell".

The rumors, though of dubious veracity, were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing most of his newly kindled flame and maintaining a respectful distance from this goddess, a distance that could be admired from afar but not touched.

At this moment, I was caught off guard and saw her in person! Seeing Liuli wearing that incredibly cute yet subtly alluring adorable pig outfit, striking poses and squealing for the camera…

Dou felt an indescribable heat surge from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. His mouth was dry, his palms were sweating, and his cheeks were burning!

The suppressed masculinity of the men of the Union was completely ignited at this moment, burning him to the core and making him feel restless and anxious!
"Wow~~~"

Liuli also noticed Douye coming in. She turned around, her face instantly displaying her signature sweet smile, her big, watery eyes blinking, and her voice so sweet it could drip honey.

"Isn't this Touye~ brother? Long time no see! I never expected it would be you filming a music video with me! This must be fate! What a coincidence!"

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, making it sound alluring and seductive.

"Uh... ha... ha... this... that... I... I..."

"Dou Ge," who can be witty and talkative during online live streams, seems to have been under a spell when facing the real-life Liu Li. His mind goes blank, and he completely forgets the carefully prepared live stream script!

Like a clueless boy talking to a girl for the first time, he didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. He could only keep scratching the back of his head, forcing a silly smile that looked worse than crying, uttering meaningless monosyllabic words, and his eyes darting around. He just didn't dare to look directly into Liuli's eyes, which seemed to be able to suck one's soul.

The restraint and lack of self-confidence stemming from deep-seated sexual repression were vividly displayed in him.

All the little schemes and annoyances he had in front of Mo Zhen were completely crushed in front of Liu Li's real-person shockwave, leaving him as nothing but a low-level, low-quality person!
The studio's bright lights made people's cheeks burn, and sweat slid down Douye's temples, making him feel unbearably itchy.

He forced out what he considered his most weathered and profound "wicked smile," grinning at the camera, while the Woof Woof pig with an Everstone hanging at its feet let out two "hoohoo" sounds, looking utterly adorable.

Miss Liuli, dressed in her fluffy, warm pig outfit, stood close to him, her sweet, moaning voice almost reaching his ears. The subtle physical contact made him feel hot all over and his mind wander.

"Cut! Great! Touya-nii's 'wicked smile' is really something!"

Liuli made a heart shape with her hands at the camera, her voice so sweet it could drip sugar, and she deliberately nudged him lightly with her elbow, which was covered by a pig's trotter glove.

Dou felt a rush of blood to his head, his mouth was dry, his silly grin became even more pronounced, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

He subconsciously glanced at Mo Zhen in the corner—the legendary director was standing with his arms crossed, looking at the monitor with an inscrutable expression, a faint smile playing on his lips.

That smile made Dou feel inexplicably uneasy. He felt as if the man in the red suit was looking at him like he was a piece of pork belly waiting to be sold on a chopping board...

Just then, the light around Mo Zhen seemed to distort slightly, and a figure dressed in a well-tailored black suit with a white collar appeared as if emerging from the shadows, standing silently beside him.

The shadowy figure's voice resounded deep within Mo Zhen's consciousness, chilling and filled with deep dissatisfaction.

[Brother Huanmeng, you're not being very fair! We had a deal: I'd revive that canned peach, and you'd help me trap that loser. And what did you do? You just packed him up and sent him out of the Union? What kind of cooperation is this? How am I supposed to do business with you now?]

The visitor was none other than Czechoslovakia, whose deal had failed.

The physical distance between Gongping and the Dark Stone host severed the delicate consciousness link between Gongping and Carlos, preventing Gongping from continuing his "brain trust fraud."

The duck that was already cooked has flown away, and it was this collaborator who released it.

The losses from the forced cancellation of this transaction were naturally attributed to Mo Zhen.

Mo Zhen's aloof artist mask remained unmoved; he merely scoffed in his mind, responding in kind with his own thoughts.

[Tch! What are you saying? Don't you even look at the mess you've made? That 'Great Life Infusion Technique' you orchestrated for Gong Pingzheng caused such a huge uproar, almost making me look like a resident of Chengdu! The scene, the spectacle, was a serious infringement on my reputation and image rights! That kid's eyes were all weird looking at me! If I don't get rid of him, how am I supposed to survive in the United Entertainment industry?]

Touched on a sore spot, the slight resentment in Czechrom's mind weakened for a moment.

It certainly deserves some credit for going too far with Gong Ping, creating that shocking "resurrection ritual." But is Black King Nighold Zekrom someone who will easily admit defeat?

As a cunning and shrewd dragon with a skin as thick as the earth's crust, this awkward moment lasted less than half a second.

It immediately straightened its chest, which was formed by shadows, and stated its true intentions with a righteous indignation.

[Ahem... Let's leave the past aside for now! Anyway, you have to make it up to me! Since you lost that brat Gongping, you'll have to find me a suitable replacement! No need for too much trouble, this poor, penniless scoundrel on the bicycle in front of me is just right!]

Its black hole-like intent locked onto Touya, who was feeling extremely uncomfortable and grinning foolishly at Ruri, as if assessing the quality of a commodity, before letting out a greedy, sinister laugh.
[Hehehe... Same old rules, figure out a way to give him a good beating! Beat him to a pulp! Make him destitute and desperate, plunge him into an abyss of despair even deeper than that loser Gongping was! Then... then, I will mercifully appear and offer him a deal he can't refuse! Oh, right...]

With a sudden thought, it swept its cold killing intent toward Douzi, who was carrying a camera and working intently beside it.

[That woman carrying the machine next to him, let's just kill her. She's an eyesore, completely unnecessary, and might even cause trouble someday...]

Following the direction it pointed, Mo Zhen glanced discreetly at Dou Zi, who was diligently adjusting the camera angle. He rubbed his chin, a calculating glint in his eyes, and slowly retorted.

[Is this really necessary? This woman is practically his sister, they're practically from the same family. I think keeping her as a backup backup, a hidden source of energy, wouldn't it be better? What if something happens to that kid on the road? This would be a ready-made Plan B, double insurance, a sure win!]

What kind of joke is this?!

Czechrom's shadow surged instantly, its crimson light bursting forth, revealing intense disdain and anger.

[When choosing trading partners, I always pick males! It's a matter of principle! Only that hypocritical, dead white dragon Reshiram would do such despicable things as seducing women! If I keep this woman around, what if one day she suddenly starts to have idealistic fantasies? Are you going to take responsibility? In the final battle, she'll be a huge destabilizing factor! So, are you on my side or that hypocritical white dragon's side?!]

Mo Zhen immediately put on a face full of loyalty, patted the chest of his flashy red suit so hard that the fabric slapped loudly, and made a solemn promise.

"Of course I'm on your side, Old Black! Reshiram? Who's that? I don't know him at all! We're in the same boat!"

He then changed the subject, revealing a cunning, old fox-like slyness.

However… when it comes to assassinations, we need to plan carefully and proceed gradually. Our immediate priority is to find a way to get that silly kid on the bicycle to willingly walk into our trap… As for his sister… let's keep her for now, so I can control her. This kid isn't like that orphan Gongping; he won't fall for our trap so easily…

Just as the two cunning old foxes tacitly agreed to harm Touya and his sister, the pink fleshy ball that had been left out in the cold—Little Dream—completely lost her temper!
It felt that its dignity as the "Dream God" had been trampled on like never before!
【Ughh ...

Its howl, like a demonic cacophony, finally attracted the attention of the two conspirators.

With a hint of impatience at being disturbed, Zekrom's shadow and Mo Zhen slowly turned their heads, their confused expressions seeming to say something.

Excuse me... who are you?

Czech Röhm let out a disdainful sneer without any politeness, and started talking.

"No way, who the hell are you? I'm currently discussing the grand plan of uniting all beings with the God of Dreams, strategizing for the future, and deciding the fate of billions of lives with a mere laugh! This grand undertaking, concerning the ultimate showdown between 'reality' and 'ideals,' is none of your business, you pink trash who can't even control divine power, interfering? Know your place, you piece of trash!"

Mo Zhen also gave a timely sneer, his eyes coldly looking down at the pink ball of flesh on the ground.

[Heh, I see you still haven't figured out your place. You think that just because I temporarily placed some of my divine power in your body, you can be my equal? ​​Naïve! You're at best a somewhat useful tool, a portable power bank that emits pink light! Do your job well—like, stay quiet, or go to a corner and generate electricity—that's your duty! Who gave you the audacity to spout nonsense here? Liang Jingru?!]

【Oh my god, oh ...

As Mo Zhen's merciless punch pierced through her body, Xiao Mengzi let out a heart-wrenching scream!
The enormous impact caused its pink body to deflate instantly, like a leaking balloon, convulsing wildly on the ground. DouDou's eyes were filled with unbelievable pain and humiliation.

Czechrom glanced gloatingly at the twitching pink ball of flesh on the ground, his crimson light brimming with a sense of satisfaction that it deserved it.

【Very well, it seems this good-for-nothing has finally faced reality. Well then, it's decided then. I... await your good news. Remember, torment that brat to death!】

As soon as he finished speaking, the dense shadow faded and distorted rapidly, like ink dripping into water, and finally disappeared completely into the air.

After seeing off the troublesome creditor and business partner, Mo Zhen turned her gaze back to the photography studio.

His signature relaxed smile, characteristic of artists, reappeared on his face. His gaze was fixed on Touya, who looked suppressed and was grinning foolishly in the direction of Liuli in the center of the shooting area, yet dared not approach, as if ants were crawling all over his body.

Seeing Dou Ye's face flush red from Liu Li's approach, his slightly stiff "mischievous smile" due to nervousness, and the complex light in his eyes when he occasionally glanced at her, a mixture of inferiority, jealousy, and a hint of longing, Mo Zhen's smile gradually turned into one of indescribable malice.

Hmm... I remember you seem to like Xiaojuer, right?

Mo Zhen stroked his chin, his eyes becoming playful yet dangerous.

Tsk tsk tsk, I can tell you don't know anything about their background. You can't just blindly chase after them like this. Hehehe, I'll just have some mercy and check them out for you first...

That deep, ecstatic laugh echoed silently in his heart, foreshadowing the most exciting turning point in the life of a certain unlucky (scratch that) lucky cycling influencer!

What's about to unfold is the story of an unknown cycling influencer who, after overcoming countless difficulties and setbacks, undergoes an unimaginable transformation and ultimately becomes a hero of the community...

(End of this chapter)