An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 202 Miss Zhulan Wants Me to Study (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Hearing the voice behind him, Mo Zhen turned around abruptly.

There stood a short distance away, dressed in a black overcoat, with an air of unparalleled elegance, like a solitary lotus on a snow-capped peak. A faint smile played on her lips.

Her long, light golden hair, reaching her waist, seemed to glow softly amidst the dust and noise of the construction site. A few strands of hair brushed against her cheeks, making her skin appear even whiter and more like cold jade.

Those icy blue eyes, seemingly capable of piercing through illusion and reality, were now watching Mo Zhen with great interest.

Seeing Zhu Lan appear precisely at the dusty construction site like a ghost, a hint of surprise flashed across Mo Zhen's eyes, but it was immediately replaced by the impeccable demeanor of an artistic master.

He elegantly adjusted the collar of his bright red suit, a flawless social smile spreading across his face, and took the initiative to greet her.

"Oh, isn't this our learned and generous Miss Zhulan? What wind blew you here today? Oh, right! Speaking of which, I really have to thank you!"

As he spoke, he exaggeratedly pulled out a thick book from his pocket, "Chronicle of the Origins of Human and Elf Bloodlines," with a dented cover and even a few deformed bullets embedded in it. He weighed it in his hand like a trophy and continued with a bright smile.

"Thanks to your timely gift of this epic masterpiece, it's truly a treasure! It came in handy at a crucial moment! Tsk tsk, its unbreakable academic thickness is practically an art-grade bulletproof plate! Without its invaluable assistance, the consequences... hehe, are simply unimaginable!"

The woman next to her, who was wearing aloe vera, tensed up slightly the moment the bamboo orchid appeared.

A surge of indescribable excitement and awe, originating from the depths of her blood, welled up in her heart like a tide, almost giving her the urge to prostrate herself on the ground in worship.

This feeling was vague and ancient, like an indigenous person lost in a primeval rainforest suddenly looking up at a deity descending from the clouds.

She swallowed hard, and when she looked at Mo Zhen again, the awe she already felt deepened even more—to be able to talk and laugh on equal terms with such a mysterious and unpredictable being, this young man in the red suit must be of a status and level far beyond her initial imagination.

The usually noisy Xiao Hao was now lying prostrate on the ground, looking like a stray dog ​​intimidated by the dragon's might.

His cheek was pressed against the cold gravel, his breath becoming a suppressed, trembling sound. The arrogance of the chosen one who had just clamored to subdue the dream had long been crushed into dust.

Even someone as oblivious as Tang Long could feel the silent, pervasive pressure at that moment.

Upon seeing the one-eyed woman from the coffee shop again after so long, it couldn't help but let out a trilled tremor.

"Heh~~"

As it gasped for breath, its massive body involuntarily took a half-step back.

The higher the level of its battle qi cultivation, the more it can feel the pressure exerted by the opponent's aura on its own battle qi. At this moment, the liquid battle qi in its body seems to have solidified and is extremely difficult to circulate!
As for Luca, who had mastered the power of wave guidance, just as it was trying to use the wave perception taught by GSD to investigate this uninvited guest...

"Ugh—"

The moment its vibrations touched Zhu Lan's body, Luca didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before he felt an extremely terrifying shockwave instantly blast into the depths of his mind along the waveguide!

At that moment, it seemed as if it saw a giant shark that could devour the heavens and the earth, which would bite it to pieces!
Its vision went black, its eyes rolled back, and it fell straight backward while opening the champagne bottle, completely stunned by the terrifying shockwave!
"Hoho, what did you do to me?!"

Upon seeing this, Xiao Huolong asked in surprise and doubt, and quickly squatted down, placing his thick hands, which were wrapped in blazing fighting spirit, on Luca's furry chest, trying to channel his energy to calm his disordered breathing.

Stimulated by Xiao Huolong's battle qi, which was imbued with scorching life energy, Luca slowly awoke.

It shook its still-humming head, and when it looked at Zhu Lan again, its blue eyes were filled with undisguised fear and horror.

Zhu Lan seemed completely unaware of the series of reactions she had triggered, or perhaps she had already become accustomed to it.

Her gaze fell on the enormous, utterly horrific book in Mo Zhen's hands, and a hint of obvious helplessness flickered in her icy blue eyes.

She shook her head gently, her voice still soft, but with a hint of a barely perceptible sigh.

"Although I am very pleased to know that it can protect you in times of crisis... I am afraid that my original intention in giving you this book was not to use it as a temporary shield."

Her slender, jade-like fingers gently brushed over the jagged bullet holes in the book, her tone carrying a hint of persuasion.

"Mo Zhen, at least... turn to look at a page, okay?" Upon hearing this, Mo Zhen immediately wore a smug expression that said, "You've got the question." He tapped the damaged cover with his knuckles and said confidently.

"Ah! You know what! I, Mo Zhen, have always believed in the unity of knowledge and action and making the most of everything when it comes to art! Before giving it 'practical value,' I did indeed read that... crucial first page with a devout academic attitude!"

He squinted slightly, trying hard to recall.

"Hmm... the book seems to have some very imaginative concepts about... um... [hybrids]? Tsk tsk, what an interesting novel idea!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, even nudging Zhu Lan's arm with his elbow, as if to say, "I have connections."

"So, Sister Zhulan, have you considered using this as the core setting to create a youth fantasy novel about heartbreak, like... 'The Elf Race'? I've already thought of the plot for you! It's about mixed-race teenagers with hidden elven blood awakening their powers in modern society, fighting against fate, and incidentally falling in love! It'll definitely be a hit! I know the editors at Qidian.com very well, I can help you get an inside recommendation, all the recommendation slots are pre-arranged, I guarantee you'll be a sensation!"

Seeing that Mo Zhen was using her life's work as material for popular novels to make fun of her, Zhu Lan's disappointment deepened.

She decided to stop the pointless arguments and instead point directly to the most convincing empirical evidence.

She then turned slightly to the side, casting her gaze upon the aloe vera, which seemed increasingly uneasy under her watchful eye. Her voice was clear and steady, carrying the certainty characteristic of an academic researcher.

"Mo Zhen, what I record in my writing is by no means a fantasy novel setting, but rather the result of rigorous academic research based on a large number of archaeological discoveries and practical investigations."

Her fingertips gracefully touched the aloe vera, and she began to argue.

"And the Aloe Vera Lady before me, with her many traits, is one of the pieces of evidence supporting my theory. She is a very typical [hybrid], with both human and elf blood flowing in her veins—more specifically, very likely the genetic factors of the Jynx Clan!"

Following the direction she pointed, Mo Zhen looked Aloe up and down again. The muscular, dark-skinned Aloe looked bewildered. She paused for two seconds, then burst into laughter as if she had heard the funniest joke of the year.

"Hahaha! Sister Zhulan, that's such a creative joke!"

While laughing, Mo Zhen said some hurtful things.

"Her? A hybrid? No... I mean, how does she look human? She's clearly a genuine Jynx! At most, she's a newly discovered regional form! As a purebred elf, isn't it only natural and reasonable for her to have such superhuman strength and physical abilities?!"

Now, it was Zhu Lan's turn to be completely dumbfounded.

Her usually calm and composed eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn't expected Mo Zhen's thought process to veer so strangely in an even more absurd direction.

Her prepared series of academic arguments about the physical characteristics and abilities of mixed-race individuals were instantly choked to death by the other party's outrageous statement that "she is not human at all."

Seeing Zhu Lan's momentary speechlessness, Mo Zhen adopted a magnanimous attitude of "I understand you," patted the cover of the thick book earnestly, and began his earnest teachings.

"Sister Zhulan, I'm not trying to be mean, but there's a limit to jokes. A hybrid of human and superhuman? That sounds like the kind of sensationalist stories you'd only hear in those outlandish historical accounts made up to grab attention! How can you, a scholar of mythology, indulge in such baseless fantasies?"

He shook his head, his expression becoming serious and sincere.

"To be honest, believing in this stuff is less valuable than believing I am Arceus! Instead of wasting time researching some human-human hybrid, it would be more meaningful to come with me to find some creation tablets and investigate this topic..."

Zhu Lan's exposed icy blue eyes visibly froze for a moment, completely bewildered by Mo Zhen's words; her long eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

But she was well-traveled and had excellent self-cultivation. She quickly regained her composure and returned to her calm and elegant demeanor, though the smile on her lips seemed somewhat forced.

"No, no, no, Mo Zhen, you've misunderstood. Things are definitely not as simple as you think."

She tried to steer the conversation back to science, her voice remaining steady.

"Based on my rigorous research over the years, although hybrids may exhibit characteristics similar to Pokémon in appearance, physical abilities, or certain special skills, the human side still holds a dominant genetic position in their bloodline composition. Therefore, the common Poké Ball capture mechanism is completely ineffective against them!"

She seemed to have found a breakthrough; a renewed sense of confidence shone in her eyes, and her tone became resolute.

"This is the most compelling and direct evidence! I can prove it to you right now!"

(End of this chapter)