Pokémon, but cultural invasion

Strands of hair clung to her smooth forehead, and fine beads of sweat trickled down her delicate jawline, dripping onto her chest and forming dark, rounded spherical patches.

Through the cuffs of her short sleeves, one could inadvertently glimpse her fair skin, barely visible beneath her armpits.

If you touch the tip of your nose to the sleeve opening of your short-sleeved shirt, take a deep breath.

The unique scent of a young girl, mixed with the faint smell of sweat from the high temperature, and the lingering citrus aroma of last night's shower gel, creates a blend that hits the brain directly.

It is enough to smooth out every groove on the surface of the brain, leaving one mesmerized.

No, that's not the point, is it?

Quanshu stared at the egg covered in green spots in Lanxing's hand, lost in thought.

"I found this in the back mountain. There were no Pokémon guarding it, and I was worried that the hot weather would affect the egg, so I brought it back."

"this..."

It was found in the back hill, which is the welfare home.

According to Quanshu, most of the Pokémon at Tingxiang Welfare Home have not yet evolved, and many are even still in their infancy.

Who on earth did this to make the baby Pokémon lay eggs? Is this legal?

He thought quickly, and to put it another way, laying eggs is actually a rather mysterious thing in the Pokémon world.

Pokémon kept in the Breeding House or Storage House, when combined with various incense, have a chance to breed with other Pokémon.

You might find eggs during picnics in the game, but no one has ever seen a Pokémon lay an egg.

The fairy eggs seemed to have appeared overnight.

"I remember there was an egg incubator in the storeroom."

Lanxing was overjoyed to find the egg. Eggs found by humans in the wild are rare, and this was the first time she had ever found one.

"It's unclear what's inside the egg."

"This pattern looks like a Grass-type Pokémon."

Izumi thought for a moment, then realized that it might have been left by a wild Pokémon that was passing by.

The forest environment is also a good habitat for Grass-type Pokémon. As for what's inside the egg, it's most likely something like a Venusaur or a Shroomish.

It can't possibly be a rare Pokémon.

Izumi didn't intend to voice this guess, as there was no need to spoil Lanxing's mood.

after dinner.

The fairy egg was placed in a transparent glass incubator and put in a cool place.

Quanshu lay on the rattan chair by the door, listening to the rushing water from the kitchen sink.

"go with!"

He tossed the ball toward the lawn.

Ibrahimovic darted out like lightning and snatched the ball back.

"Well done."

The spring tree reached out to take it.

"Boy!"

Ibrahimovic flicked his tail, sending the ball flying and landing it among a bunch of Oddish, Bellsprout, and Bulbasaur.

"This script isn't right."

"Buy?"

One person and one piece of cloth face each other across the distance.

Izumi realized belatedly that Ibrahimovic wanted him to retrieve the ball.

It’s really contrary to Tiangang!

The small ball became a toy that Grass-type Pokémon fought over, and Eevee yawned and lay down to the side.

Quanshu, fanning himself, wisely left the coding work to Calm Calculation; he only needed to act as a liaison between the two.

He gazed at the setting sun and muttered to himself, "If I didn't have financial pressure, it would be nice to farm with my Pokémon and live a secluded life in the countryside."

"Om-"

The silence was broken by the vibration of a cell phone.

You can guess who it is without even looking at the spring tree.

"Brewing Electric Frog: One more round, I really got stuck this morning."

"Thoughts Flow Like a Spring: Isn't this your live stream time?"

"Brewed Electric Frog: The live streaming equipment broke down; the new one won't arrive until tomorrow."

"Thoughts flowed like a spring: No going back on your word, let's play one last round."

"Brewing Electric Frog: Pikachu Clenching its Fist Extremely Hard.jpg"

...

"Fried Electric Frog: To be honest, I made a mistake."

"Braised Electric Frog: Give me another chance."

"This guy is starting to cheat."

Quanshu felt a chill run down his spine; he had a strong premonition.

Even if she deliberately loses to Qishu, she won't let him go.

How to do it?

Izumi's gaze gradually shifted to Eevee sitting next to the chair.

"Buy?"

"Listen, I'm giving you a tough task."

Quanshu handed the phone to Yibu and pointed to two identical squares on the screen, saying, "This is called Connect Four. You have to connect the identical squares, understand?"

"Boy!"

Ibrahimovic seemed to understand, but didn't quite, and nodded.

"If you win, press this emoji; if you lose, press the other one."

Izumi placed the sarcastic and defiant emojis first, making it easier for Eevee to select them.

"Go Hajib, I believe you are the strongest."

After offering perfunctory encouragement, Quanshu lay back in the rattan chair, letting sleepiness creep in.

Eevee's dark eyes stared at the two cubes, and with a swipe of its paw, the two identical cubes vanished instantly.

“Boo! (σ'ω')σ”

She noticed something interesting; her fluffy tail swayed behind her.

...I don't know how much time passed.

A gentle evening breeze blows, and the moon rises above the willow branches.

The summer heat was mostly swept away by the night breeze, and the bright moonlight, accompanied by the chirping of insects, allowed a few fireflies to twinkle in the woods, attracting mates.

Quanshu opened his eyes; a thin blanket covered his stomach.

Under the wicker chair, Eevee's little paws were poking around rapidly.

He glanced at the screen and saw that he was about to win at the match-3 game.

"Good children shouldn't get addicted to video games."

After it was over, Izumi put her phone away.

"Buyi? (°ー°〃)"

Eevee, who was having a great time, drooped its tail.

He scrolled through his chat history with Qishu.

"Brewing Electric Frog: Is this a master of the Connect Four game? This is interesting."

"Thoughts flowing like a spring: hands on hips.jpg"

"Braised Electric Frog: My net was bad this time, so it doesn't count."

"Thoughts flowing like a spring: hands on hips.jpg"

"Stuffed Electric Frog: Something's not right, nine out of ten things are wrong!"

"Thoughts flowing like a spring: hands on hips.jpg"

...

"Braised Electric Frog: Can't win...can't win at all..."

"Thoughts flowed like a spring: That's enough, I'm going to take a shower."

"Brewing Electric Frog: Did you change the probabilities? Did you open it?"

"Thoughts flow like a spring: I'm not that bored."

turn off the phone.

Quanshu wondered, how did she manage to not win a single match against Eevee?

The mini-games in the tavern all involve an element of luck.

Was it just bad luck for Qishu or was it just good luck for Eevee?

He had never heard of the rumor that Qishu was an unlucky guy.

"Buy?"

Ibu felt uneasy under Izumi's scrutinizing gaze.

This guy is probably just incredibly lucky.

He recalled Eevee's past battles, noting that he seemed to have hit vital points an unusually large number of times.

"Boy!"

Izumi's large hand roamed over Eevee's body, startling the latter into screaming.

"Let's try our luck!"

Izumi hugged Eevee and petted her like a cat before letting her go.

He turned on the Navigator.

The investigation I commissioned from the "Mongoose Detective Agency" a couple of days ago has finally yielded results.

The Mongoose Detective Agency is a well-known private detective agency in Golden City, handling all sorts of cases, including investigating extramarital affairs, finding missing persons and lost items.

"Mongoose: I have been entrusted with this task and have done my best. A group of cunning little foxes are active in the alleys of the southern district of Golden City."

The photos sent by the detective.

A muscular, reddish-brown fox sat on a trash can, while seven or eight cunning little foxes below craned their necks in anticipation.

It was like the king of a fox kingdom, distributing food to its people.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Tracking and Trading

Golden City, Mini Fu Dessert Shop.

A-Che sat by the glass window, a camera on the table. He looked around restlessly from time to time.

"Are we really okay to sit here all morning with just one iced drink?"

Quanshu stirred the mango milkshake in the pot and took a small sip.