The person is in the chat group and is a coordination trainer

In the last private photo taken by Le Zhengqing today, the quintuplets' buttocks tower, which were pushed up layer by layer, were covered with white mud, and countless creams leaked out from the holes and dripped onto the fat buttocks of the next person.

Due to the privacy of the Pokédex, the photos of trainers in the Pokédex cannot be found on the Internet without the trainer's fingerprint and iris authentication.

To be honest, I want the illustrated book of Yue Zhengqinghe. I just want to collect it, don't think wrongly.

Chapter 119: Internal Competition

"Is this... an admission card?" At lunch the next day, Le Zheng Qinghe took the sign handed to him by Le Zheng Longye.

"Don't look at me, I didn't get this. Xuanji from the Jun family put this thing down and said he would pass it to you, then left in a hurry." Le Zheng Longye spread his hands, as this was not within his job scope.

The Xuanji Envoy nominally belongs to the Jun family, but in reality he is the royal family's spy for patrolling the world.

"According to the time, the Youth Unova Tournament is almost here. The competition represented by this admission card should be used to determine the opening performance of the Unova Tournament."

"I understand," Le Zhengqinghe put the admission card into his pocket. The time is three days later and the location is in Dijing. "By the way, Dad, will you go to watch my game?"

"Why would I go to watch your game? I don't understand it." Le Zheng Longye smiled, "But I will be waiting to watch you in the spectator seats of the Hezhong Games. Don't embarrass yourself then."

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During these three days, Yue Zhengqinghe did not prepare for the performance required for the next competition. Jun Peijiu reminded him that the theme of this kind of selection competition is decided the night before, and then draw lots. After the topic is drawn, there will be two hours of thinking time.

There were not many people on the day of the competition. This was just an internal competition. Those who participated were those who had registered for the Youth Coordinator Competition and had a certificate of intermediate coordinator or above.

Before the official competition, the coordinators and other trainers had different ways to participate. Now the auditions for the Youth Unova Tournament have been in full swing for half a month, and the group of combat trainers are almost beating their brains out, and the few researchers and breeders who participated in the competition are also trembling with fear.

But the threshold for becoming a coordinator is a bit higher. First of all, the rating is that an intermediate coordinator is at least elite level, and above that there are only advanced coordinators corresponding to gym level, expert coordinators corresponding to king level, and top coordinators corresponding to champion.

For example, Jun Peijiu was already a top coordinator three years ago.

"Senior coordination trainer, Yue Zheng Qinghe, has entered." The illustration scanned the machine where the players registered. The mechanical sound could easily attract the attention of people around, not to mention the backstage where there were already few people.

"Is that Le Zheng Qinghe? The one who broke King Jun Tian's fastest promotion record?" A girl wearing a beast girl's head shell asked the logistics staff beside her. Because of the head shell, her vision was limited and she did not see the scene of Le Zheng Qinghe brushing the illustrations.

"If nothing unexpected happens, my dream of becoming the lead dancer in the United Competition will probably be thwarted." The man dressed as a male Bodhisattva, revealing his muscular body and broad pectoral muscles, said while pinching his chin.

"That's not necessarily true. There are only about 30 people who can participate in the audition. It is said that the performance theme is created on the spot, so there may be a chance." The boy with a bandaged face and a pale and sickly expression seemed to give everyone a reassurance. "And no matter what, it won't be too bad. At least you can be a lead dancer in the interlude, which is better than those guys who didn't even receive an invitation to the internal competition."

"Actually, I'm not as scary as they think, really." Le Zhengqing and Zheng were chatting boredly with the man next to them, whose nickname was said to be Lark.

"One of the judges for the internal competition of Neizhao Si," Lark pointed at the middle-aged woman who was walking towards them in a hurry. She was speaking encouraging words to the contestants as she walked, and behind her was a man holding a lottery ticket box.

"Jiaojiao, your claws are so soft this time, come on." The girl wearing the beast girl's head shell waved her paws with paw pads.

"Old Tang, keep playing steadily." The muscular man smiled and nodded, revealing his white teeth.

"Higurashi, don't spill the plasma everywhere this time, or I'll eat it again." The sickly boy smiled awkwardly. It can only be said that the contestants who can come to participate in this competition all have their own characteristics.

"Lark, please control your Tianjin accent. You have missed several opportunities to be promoted to a senior position because of your accent. It's best for you to be a mute in this competition."

The lark shrank its neck, looking like it was being trained.

When they arrived in front of Le Zheng Qinghe, the middle-aged woman took the initiative to extend her hand: "Mr. Le Zheng, it's a pleasure to meet you. Your admission card was issued after being personally confirmed by King Jun Tian. We, the leaders of other cities, have also watched your performance video and it was amazing."

"Thank you." Yue Zhengqinghe stood up and shook hands with her politely.

After greeting the thirty or so people present, the middle-aged woman clapped her hands to attract everyone's attention and said, "Next, we will draw the topic for this competition."

At this time, on the stage in front, the male host also put his hand into a lottery tube in a very serious manner.

"The theme is..." The middle-aged woman pulled out a piece of paper, "Rain Three."

Receiving the prompt from the headset, the host held up a blank sign and began to announce, "The theme of this competition is - Rain! There are only three elves allowed to appear."

The contestants then had two hours to conceive and coordinate the elves' performances, and a warm-up performance was also taking place on stage.

We can't just let the audience wait for these two hours.

Entering each person's separate lounge, Le Zhengqinghe took a piece of paper and wrote down some of his ideas and a list of elves, then crossed them out one by one.

As the royal special effects artist, Zoroark must appear. Rain as a theme is very broad. Le Zhengqinghe pondered and his pen lingered on several themes.

Two hours passed quickly, and according to the results of the random draw, the first person to appear was the yandere boy Higurashi.

He made a big move right from the start, performing the story of a sickly and miserable victim who angrily killed a cheating couple in a rain of blood. He was drenched in the blood rain made of plasma bags for a long time. Especially at the end, when he held the dead man's head and smiled and said, "You're back to me. I've wanted to see you like this for a long time. My intuition was right. I still think you look the most beautiful like this", a red spider lily slowly bloomed in the blood rain.

His sprites are Incubus, Haunter, and Xbat, but they are mainly there to assist in his performance.

"Now I understand why glamour contests have age groups." The host's words expressed the thoughts of many people on and off the stage. This kind of performance is definitely rated R18.

The contestants performed one by one. The Beast Girl performed a scene where a cat girl's drool turned into rain, which prompted a group of Fury fans in the audience to express their desire to drink it.

The lark performed a stand-up comedy to dilute the tension. The muscular man performed the role of rain master praying for rain, and his exaggerated pectoral muscles caused screams.

Yue Zhengqinghe was in the middle, which was a good order, and soon it was his turn to perform.

The curtain was drawn up, willow catkins flew through the sky above the audience seats, and the illusory scene gradually unfolded.

Gardevoir was wearing a traditional Chinese costume, with her chest bulging. The girl she played was dancing gracefully around a guqin placed on a stone table on the willow bank by the river.

At the same time, Yue Zhengqing, dressed in military uniform (special effects), was waving his spear in the smoke and fire.

The illusion faded again, and a harmonious picture of a young boy playing the piano and a girl dancing appeared in front of everyone, then slowly faded and overlapped on the stage on Gardevoir's side.

Although the clothes and hairstyles in the picture have changed, this change allows the audience to see the passage of time. As the Lion Sea Ren uses the rain-praying technique, a heavy rain falls on the boy's battlefield and the girl's hometown at the same time.

The girl sat in the pavilion, playing the boy's guqin, and a sad melody began to play.

The young man half-knelt in the rain with a gun in hand. The raindrops left water marks on the silver armor, but could not wash away the blood on the young man's face.

The scene stops abruptly, and the audience is still immersed in the story. It is too easy for Gardevoir, who has telepathic characteristics, to arouse emotions, and the seemingly tragic ending is more likely to touch the heartstrings.

Finally, a paragraph of words floated up on the screen, which meant that the girl only waited for the boy's clothes, and eventually died alone in depression.

“My defense is broken, I’m really broken!” Someone stood up and shouted from the stage, “Le Zhengqing and you are devils! Please live a good life with Gardevoir, please! I beg you!”

Chapter 120: Ripples

It was no surprise that Yue Zheng Qinghe won. Although it was a pantomime with only melody, it was touching enough.

The original competition process was cut because it was just a selection process, and the show ended after all the contestants finished their performances.

Two days later, Xuanji envoy handed a wooden box to Lezheng Qinghe.

Inside the box was a set of silver dragon-scale armor with a bright red lining. There was no helmet, only a face guard that covered the forehead and cheekbones. The narrow face guard was engraved with dragons and wavy patterns, and the crown feathers of three mountains and flying phoenixes extended from both sides of the top.

The day after tomorrow he would need to train and rehearse with the coordinating trainers who would be participating in the opening performance. He only had a day or so to familiarize himself with how to quickly put on this set of armor with complicated accessories by himself.

Nowadays, few people know how to wear this ancient armor, but Yue Zhengqinghe knows someone who can definitely help him.

"Huh? So there are things that Young Master Le Zheng doesn't understand? I see you always say you know a little bit, and I thought you really know everything." Huo Qingyi leaned against the pillar of the cavalry training ground of the Yulin Military Academy with a playful look on her face.

"I'm not Circle Bear or Tutu Dog, how can I know everything?" Yue Zhengqinghe was referring to the largest search engine in Tianqi area and other regions, which is equivalent to Baidu and Google.

"That's true. Without professional guidance, you can't learn it just by watching videos." Huo Qingyi checked the time. "Did you bring your clothes?"

Le Zhengqinghe nodded, and Huo Qingyi sent him a position, "Okay, I'll go ask for leave first, you go to this activity room and wait for me."

Le Zhengqinghe followed the map in the atlas and stopped at the door of an unsigned room.

Le Zhengqinghe pushed open the door, and light suddenly burst into the dark room. He touched the button and turned on the light.

This place looked like a storage room, but there were too few things in it for a storage room. Most of the things were various metal accessories - a straight-tube armor with only one side tied was spread on the floor like a carpet, a helmet with a broken tassel was casually leaning against a cardboard box, and old waist guards were rolled up in bundles and placed on the cabinet, covered with a thin layer of dust...

A tall full-length mirror stood in the middle, covered with dense gray spots and looking blurry.

"This is the utility room for students to wear armor, but in recent years it has only been used during performances, so no one usually comes here." Huo Qingyi thought for a moment and deliberately added, "And there is no surveillance."

"You'd better teach me how to dress first." Le Zheng Qinghe was not unromantic, but this place was really not suitable for flirting, and the other party might not mean what she meant.

"Okay, take it off." Huo Qingyi crossed her arms and looked up and down, but she didn't see Le Zhengqinghe make any move. "What are you afraid of? I don't want to see you change clothes."

"You're drooling." Le Zhengqinghe turned his back, took off his casual suit facing the full-length mirror, and picked up the bright red gown in the wooden box.

Although he can't wear armor, he can still wear Hanfu.

Huo Qingyi knew, of course, that she was not drooling. She said that she didn't want to see it, but she still secretly glanced at the full-length mirror.

At this moment, she hated it so much that no one came to clean the mirror. The mirror was so dirty and the view was not clear enough!

This muscle is pretty good. I can't believe he is the type who looks thin in clothes.

After Le Zhengqinghe put on their clothes, Huo Qingyi picked up the two breastplates and marked them with the pen and small sticky notes she had brought with her.

"This is the first piece. The one with shoulder straps and a neck guard is the shoulder guard. This is the second piece, the proper breastplate. The second piece should cover the top and bottom of it." Huo Qingyi gestured to Le Zhengqinghe, "I marked them for you. You wear them in the order marked. Just tear off the labels before the official performance."

Next, put on the shin guards, arm guards and shoulder guards, tie on the skirt armor and front and back crotch guards, and then the second layer of dragon scale armor. Put on the shoulder swallowing beast with the dragon head, tie on the waist guard and waist swallowing beast, fix the size, put on the sword flags hanging on both sides of the skirt armor, and finally put on the heart guard.

Wearing the Three Mountains Flying Phoenix crown, Le Zhengqinghe exudes an unconcealable heroic spirit. His handsome face is very consistent with the general male protagonist in female novels, but his always alluring fox eyes make him look a bit like a scholar-general.

"Even if Zhou Gongjin and Gao Changgong were reborn, they would not be more than this." Huo Qingyi sighed and walked around Yue Zhengqinghe, "But I always feel like something is missing."

Glancing at Le Zhengqinghe's loose hair, Huo Qingyi realized what was missing. She looked around and found no suitable props, so she simply untied the hair rope with beads and tassels on her head and tied a high ponytail for Le Zhengqinghe behind the Three Mountains Flying Phoenix Crown.

"It's much better this way. Although your hair, which is a little bit white and black, looks a bit strange, it has a unique temperament when combined."

Huo Qingyi straightened the arm guard and sword flag for Le Zhengqinghe. Her three thousand strands of black hair fell on her shoulders, adding a rare softness to her heroic face.

There was no faint fragrance in Huo Qingyi's hair, only the fine sweat that came out due to the closed room, carrying the faint honeysuckle scent on her body, which flowed into Le Zheng Qinghe's nostrils along their almost close bodies.

"Okay, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Huo Qingyi and Le Zhengqinghe stood there for a long time. Finally, Huo Qingyi pushed Le Zhengqinghe away and took the initiative to walk out the door.

"Your hairband." Yue Zhengqinghe raised his hand to take it off.

"This is for you." Huo Qingyi left this sentence and quickened her pace to leave.

Le Zhengqinghe stood where he was, taking off his armor piece by piece, packing them up and sealing them up, but he did not untie the hairband that tied his high ponytail.

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The rehearsal location was arranged at the Imperial Capital Sports Stadium which had been closed for a long time. The Imperial Capital Sports Stadium, which was half the size of the imperial palace, was the venue for the official competition. Rehearsing here was suitable for scheduling and also helped to familiarize themselves with the venue.

At the beginning, we all rehearsed in casual clothes. Once we were familiar with them, we would rehearse in the costumes we would use for the performance. It was also a way to get familiar with the weight of the armor early to avoid any problems during the formal performance.

The director of the opening performance was a middle-aged man. He asked two ordinary assistants to carry a long flagpole and told Yue Zhengqinghe: "This is your prop."

Even if other people got props, it was only a flag about one meter long, but what he got was a flagpole that was almost two meters long.

"The main character of this performance has been using a flag gun, and the dance has both the elegance of a gun and the elegance of a flag." The director looked at the flag gun hesitantly. It was indeed overweight, but he spent a lot of money to make it according to the original historical one. Whether it was the weight, pattern, or even the stitching of the flag, it was a one-to-one replica. It would be a pity if it couldn't be used on stage.

"The eldest princess uses a flag gun. Why don't you take some time to ask her for advice?" The director gave a compensatory plan.

"Fortunately, I have learned from Wen Yin for a period of time before, so it should not be a problem to follow the movements." Le Zhengqinghe held the barrel of the flagpole, and the two assistants felt the weight on their shoulders lighten, and the flagpole weighing fifty or sixty kilograms was casually lifted by Le Zhengqinghe with one hand.

"That's great. Excuse me, may I ask what you know about this?" The director breathed a sigh of relief and asked casually.

"Hmm..." Le Zhengqinghe pursed his lips and uttered two words slowly, "I understand a little bit."

Chapter 121: Long-awaited Summer Vacation

A two-month vacation would undoubtedly be the students’ favorite time if there were no holiday homework.

This year's holiday coincided with the quadrennial Apocalypse Region Youth Unova Competition. Among the students' excited discussions, many expressed concerns about the World Championship to be held right after the Unova Competition.

What they are worried about is not whether the Tianqi region can retain the championship this year, but their concern for the college entrance examination essays of the next batch of younger students.

As expected, it will definitely be about expressing opinions on the players participating in the World Championship and their feelings about the results. Every time this type of question is asked, I can always find out a person's character by looking at the essay.

You said that King Du was invincible, then I said that King Lezheng was arbitrary and would rule forever, he praised King Jun for his unparalleled temperament, and she called King Ning to bend her into a mosquito coil.

Then there are all kinds of personal opinions. Whenever there is this kind of topic, many people get low scores in their essays.

The opening ceremony of the United Games was held on the third day of the summer vacation. The Imperial Capital Sports Stadium, which could accommodate hundreds of millions of spectators, was packed. Countless cameras surrounded the square below, and all kinds of cheering flags and slogans were connected together.

It was the first time that Jun Luming watched the United Games live. In the past, he could see the madness and crowds of the audience on TV and live broadcasts, but it was only when he was in person that he realized that it was just the tip of the iceberg.

Jun Luming came with Jun Peijiu. The king's seat was more like a small box with a balcony.

"When will Brother Qinghe come out..." Jun Luming leaned on the railing with his hands, his eyes seemed to penetrate the wall to see the people in the lounge.

"You'll be able to see it during the opening performance, don't worry." Jun Peijiu walked gracefully to her side and opened the white umbrella in her hand.

Jun Luming took the umbrella handle on her own initiative, and Jun Peijiu didn't want to refuse her kindness.

"Look over there," Jun Peijiu pointed to the woman sitting in a high-back chair next to the guardrail in the box on the left, "That's your sister Ning. Remember to say hello to her after today's opening ceremony."

Jun Luming nodded repeatedly, and Jun Peijiu pointed to the box on the right: "That's Du Tianwang, he is Du Xiuying's brother, Du Xiuying, whom you met last time."

"Hehe, yes I have." Jun Luming scratched the hair on the back of his neck. Not only had he seen her, but he had also been fucked by Le Zhengqing at the same time.

"The one that King Du used to be was the famous King Le Zheng." Jun Peijiu closed his eyes and rubbed his chest, "To be honest, I would be a little nervous if I faced him."