Elf: Starting as the Fighting Gym Master, and being entangled by Nancy.

Chapter 102 Three sentences, let N spend on me
Golden City, fighting dojo.

Li Xuan sat on the sofa and read private messages.

Most of them said they wanted to fight him, or said something funny.

Some even asked him to promote products during live broadcasts.

However, Li Xuan politely declined all the offers to promote the products.

He does live streaming just to gain fame and make a little money. If he wants to sell goods, the direction of the live streaming will definitely change.

Li Xuan would never change his base for such a small amount of money.

After reading the general content, Li Xuan clicked on the private message from [Natural Black].

[Natural Black: Hello, host.]

After just four words, the netizen stopped talking.

This is also related to the settings of the platform. If there is no reply, strangers can only send one private message a day to prevent the blogger from being harassed.

[Dojo Abandoned Monkey: Hello Boss, this is my personal line. If you have anything in the future, you can send me a private message on Line~]

[Natural Black: OK.]

After adding Line, Li Xuan clicked on the other party’s avatar and found that it was a little black fox Pokémon.

At a glance, he recognized it as a Zoroastrian.

Sure enough, it is a combination of everyone.

[Natural Black: I would like to ask, how can we put into practice what you said in the live broadcast?]

The first question is a rather abstract one.

Li Xuan poured himself a glass of water, took a sip, and then began typing slowly.

Li Xuan: This isn't something you can grasp overnight. I think what you need now is to calm down, do what you enjoy, and not be influenced by the outside world.

Li Xuan: In about a month or two, you'll have a rough outline of the idea in your head. Right now, you're still too impatient. Squirtle scratching his head.jpg

[Natural Black: How did you know? Zoroark's question.jpg]

Li Xuan: Your words tell me what you think.

【Natural Black: Okay, thank you.】

Li Xuan: You’re welcome. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions later.

After sending the last message, there was no further response from the other party.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Unova region, road to championship.

Hidden in an ancient castle deep in the road to championship, there is a room filled with "childhood innocence".

A huge slide stood in a corner of the room, various candies were placed nearby, and a few Poké Balls were lying quietly.

A golden crown with an uneven surface was picked up by a green-haired young man and placed on the head of a Zoroark.

"Hee hee~" (N, suki~)
Zoroya rubbed the young man's cheek affectionately, and stretched out his pink tongue to lick his face lightly.

N couldn't help laughing when it licked him. He took a few steps forward, and the Menger sponge hanging around his waist made a "ding-dong" sound.

He put the phone aside, the screen lit up, and displayed the chat interface with Li Xuan.

Click...

The sound of the door unlocking was heard, and N was stunned for a moment, then returned to his usual calm and expression.

Although he couldn't see the figure clearly, he still lowered his head slightly and said respectfully to the person coming from behind: "Father..."

"Ah."

A man with light green hair, dressed in loose sage clothing, walked slowly towards them, holding a cane in his hand, which made a sound when it hit the floor of the room.

The middle-aged man is named Kui Qisi, N’s adoptive father, a ruthless character with a strong desire for control.

Kui Qisi noticed the lit screen of N's phone, quickened his pace, picked it up with his big hand, and carefully read the chat history.

Gradually, Kui Qisi's face became gloomy and he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

You could say N is wasting his time on frivolous pursuits, but he asked about things related to the twin dragons. He even had the idea of ​​kidnapping both of them.

Regarding this, Kuiqisi holds a supportive attitude.

But the problem is...

What the hell is this? You gave a gift worth 180,000 yuan.

Kui Qisi pressed his chest and almost vomited blood.

180,000, has this caused me to lose touch with reality for too long and not understand prices?!
No...

If we hit N here, he might do something even more outrageous in the future!
Kui Qisi's expression adjusted for a moment, but when he thought about N spending 180,000 yuan on a live broadcast, his heart began to bleed.

"Father...I..."

N noticed the expression on Quichis's face and thought about explaining.

But Zoroark shrank into his chest in his arms, so N gave up the idea of ​​explaining and stroked the other's soft fur.

"It's okay, N. Everything is for the ideal and the truth!"

"That's right, everything is for the sake of ideals and truth!!"

Regardless of whether he convinced N or not, Kuiqisi convinced himself.

The matter of the 180,000 yuan was put aside for the time being, and the expression on Kui Qisi's face returned to its previous majestic appearance.

He looked at N, his tone serious, "We've found the whereabouts of the Dark Stone. It's at the top of the Dragon Spiral Tower. Find a time to go there and prove your ideals to Zekrom."

"You are the king of Team Plasma, possessing the purest ideals!"

Kuiqisi's sage suit rustled, and his pupils reflected N's figure. He looked like a mad dragon, wanting to swallow N into his mouth.

"Father, I understand."

N and Guiqisi looked at each other straight in the eye, their calm eyes meeting each other's, and they nodded in reply.

"Yeah, to free Pokémon!"

Kui Qisi said one last thing before leaving the room and locking N inside again.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In a blink of an eye, time came to two days later.

During this period, Sakura and Nancy passed the certification of the two prosecutors and qualified to participate in the gym competition.

Moreover, even Rika praised Sakura's progress and claimed that the future of the Cerulean Gym is promising.

These words made Sakura happy for quite a while.

Previously, the Cerulean Gym was not a gym with a promising future. It was a gym that could be defeated by even a Pikachu.

Now, with the title of "promising future", it at least proves that the Cerulean Gym is not in a bad state.

The harder, the more fortunate!
Two days ago, Sakura left the fighting arena humming a cheerful tune, which left a deep impression on Li Xuan.

In addition, the mosquito-repellent tadpole evolved into a mosquito-repellent frog, and the elf egg previously given by Miss Junsha was also successfully hatched yesterday.

It is a very healthy Galar Farfetch'd, and when it lifts a thick onion that is larger than itself, it has the power to shatter rocks.

Today, the Farfetch'd duck, which was just one day old, was patrolling its territory as usual.

The territory it occupies is close to Articuno, and it has recently been fond of talking back to it.

"Gas." (Hey, you're in the way.)
The Onion Duck picked up the onion and used the dark green leaves as a broom, sweeping it forward a few times.

"Ling!" (How could a newly born duck be so arrogant? Don't you know who I am, Articuno?)
Articuno lay on the ground, flapping its wings slightly, and was indifferent to Farfetch'd's words.

"Alright, alright, you're the only one who can get angry with a one-day-old Pokémon."

Li Xuan gave Articuno a cold look.

Then, the cell phone suddenly rang.

Upon closer inspection, it was a message from Kona.

(End of this chapter)