Pokémon, but cultural invasion

He adheres to the principle of "treating different regions equally" and is committed to promoting excellent films to the world.

"Let's visit Yuhong Dojo again tomorrow."

The strange tree kicked at the pebbles on the road.

"Didn't we go there today? It was a Plants vs. Zombies themed place. The petals were bigger than a person's palm, and the grass stems were as tall as a calf."

Quanshu had no idea how Lijia cultivated her plants, but some of the rare varieties were truly eye-opening.

“It’s different. Master Lijia isn’t here today.”

"You two are very close?"

As Izumi recalled their last meeting, the tense atmosphere filled the air, making one's heart tremble with fear.

"Well, generally speaking—"

The drawn-out ending of the syllable made it impossible for him to guess Qi Shu's thoughts.

As we talked, the neon-lit Yuhong Game City came into view.

Following the opinions of Yuhong residents, the game center underwent renovations and was divided into a regular area and an R18 area.

Pachinko, slot machines, card flipping, Texas Hold'em, and other games that rely on luck all fall under the latter category.

The former encompasses all types of games available in Kanto arcades.

After exchanging fifty game tokens, Qi Shu excitedly walked to a claw machine that was twice the height of a person.

"A recurring program? That's interesting."

Quanshu knew without even guessing that with her terrible handwriting, trying to grab the doll was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Just as he expected, the strange tree, which had wasted ten coins, gnawed away.

"Get out of the way, I'll do it!"

......

"hiss--"

Quanshu said with a serious expression, "This shopkeeper has tampered with things."

"I thought you were so great, but you just wasted ten coins."

Qi Shu burst into laughter, gasping for breath.

"Have you laughed enough?"

After a while, Izumi, with a dark expression, met her gaze; the two seemed to understand each other perfectly.

"Come out, Ibu!"

Ibrahimovic: (￣ー￣)

Under a combination of threats and inducements, Qishu held Eevee in front of the claw machine, and Eevee slapped its paws wildly.

The loose plastic hook picked up a pink Jigglypuff plush toy, which wobbled and tumbled into the shipping chute after a short journey.

"For you."

Quanshu, quick-witted and agile, snatched the flattened Fatty Ding from the shipping outlet and offered it as a gift.

Qi Shu pretended to consider it, and then said timidly, "Could you give it to me when I leave the game city? The surprise of the gift can help ease the sadness of parting."

"Yes, yes."

Quanshu looked at him with a hint of suspicion: "Are you sure it's not because you're too lazy to get the doll?"

"Then dare you say that laziness wasn't a factor in your motivation for giving it to me?"

Qi Shu didn't bother to argue; she was upright and honest.

"Then I'll give it to Ibu."

Izumi grabbed Eevee's little paw and put it on Jigglypuff.

Ibrahimovic wanted to kick him; he was the one who wanted to play the claw machine, and he was also the one who didn't want the claw machine.

Qishu gently put Eevee down, then cruelly snatched the plush toy away, muttering, "I didn't say I didn't want it..."

Ibrahimovic: ?

Don't expect me to play for you guys next time!

...

"The arcades in Kanto don't even have arcade games."

Along the way, I didn't see many classic games from the previous life, but I did see a wide variety of dance machines and driving simulators.

"Let's have a showdown!"

Qi Shu insisted on dragging him to participate in a duet dance competition.

"Let me state upfront, I don't dance."

"Hmph, I'll compete with you in things I'm not good at."

"mean."

"Well, that's called using your strengths to attack your weaknesses." Qi Shu stuck out his tongue.

The music begins.

Colorful directional symbols kept scrolling across the screen.

Quanshu was taken aback. Isn't this a rhythm game?

"Haha, what's with your awkward dance moves?"

Qi Shu glanced at him briefly and was amused.

"Regardless of appearance, efficiency is the most important thing."

Quanshu stiffly reached out and stepped on his leg.

In contrast, Qi Shu's light blue hair and the hem of her clothes fluttered lightly, like a butterfly fluttering in the wind and snow, pure and ethereal.

Sing a song.

Qishu's score: 16792.

Quanshu's score: 17001.

"You cheat!"

Qi Shu stood on tiptoe and grabbed his collar: "You're still lying to me!"

Izumi no Kiku shrugged innocently: "Just because my dancing isn't good doesn't mean I'm bad at rhythm games."

"This isn't dancing; it's just keeping your hands and feet in a designated area for a set time."

"hateful......"

Having been defeated in his area of ​​expertise, Kiju decides to regain his pride elsewhere.

"The next one is a racing car!"

...

"Gah—utter defeat!"

A devastated Kiju slumped over the steering wheel, as Izumi, who called himself the "God of Akina," had left her far behind, his taillights completely obscured.

Losing to Eevee is one thing, but how come Izumi-ki can't even beat him?

For the first time in her life, she doubted her talent for gaming.

"You've always chosen the game, now it's my turn."

Quanshu pointed to the dartboard opposite him: "I'm known as Little Li Flying Dagger, and I've never lost."

"Gugua!"

Kiju, who had already suffered a humiliating defeat in her favorite game, paced back and forth, having never played darts before!

...

"I won?"

The last dart hit the target, and Qishu couldn't believe it.

"Oh, mistake."

Quanshu read the text aloud in a completely emotionless and monotonous manner.

"Could it be that I have a real talent for target-throwing games?"

Kishu was shocked by her own conjecture; it only took her eight seconds to go from dejected to radiant.

"Next up, a photo booth!"

She jogged to the entrance of the photo booth, put her hands on her hips, and shouted, "You defeated opponent, come here quickly!"

"Tsk."

Look at Qi Shu's smug expression; he regrets letting Qi Shu win.

Even if it's just a social outing, she should still be given a good dressing down.

How does this thing work...?

I never photographed Quanshu in my past life, let alone in this one.

Qi Shu randomly selected some items on the screen, then moved closer to him.

"Hey!"

She headbutted Izumi in the chest with a rocket-shaped headbutt, her earlobe landing squarely on his heart.

The red light from the camera lens flashed.

Qi Shu grinned, revealing a mouthful of shark teeth, and laughed wildly.

The girl's unique fragrance wafted into her nostrils, and the soft flesh pressing against her ribs pressed out a wide, flat oval shape.

"Crack!"

This will forever capture the astonished expression on Kiju's face as he repeatedly looks at the film.

Chapter Seventy: Daring to Say No to Sakaki

The boundless wilderness stretched slowly out of the car window, and stars lit up the sky one by one.

On the train back to Saffron City, Izumi gazed at the fields under the night sky, holding a sleeping Eevee in his arms, with the muttering Kiju sitting to his right.

At first, after a day of crazy fun, Qi Shu only dozed off when he got on the bus. He gradually fell into a light sleep and eventually even started talking in his sleep.

"Spring Tree...you're not allowed...to eat..."

Her long eyelashes swayed gently with the train's jolts, and her pink lips murmured softly in her sleep.

Quanshu wondered what kind of dream she was having, since he had never competed with Qishu for food.

"Don't eat Eevee... huff huff..."

No, what kind of dream are you having?

He turned his head and saw a trickle of saliva dripping down Qi Shu's flattened left cheek.

"You tell me, how shabby this is."

Quanshu kindly placed two tissues on it.

He stroked the soft fur of Ibu in his arms.