Pokémon, but cultural invasion

If it weren't for a last resort, Quanshu wouldn't have wanted to make this trip.

The league does not object to rookie trainers taking on part-time jobs; however, to protect them, employers are required to personally sign an employment contract.

Police station lobby.

A man of medium build with a purple mohawk and a thick beard shouted, "I already said, the explosion on the ship last night had nothing to do with me."

"Have you ever seen a bomber who stays at the scene of an explosion and doesn't move? Besides, I'm a good person."

Officer Jenny at the front desk said sternly, "We don't suspect you of being the bomber, but a cargo ship belonging to Team Rocket has exploded, and you are a member of Team Rocket. We hope you can cooperate with the investigation."

"What were you doing on the cargo ship that was preparing to set sail at 11:07 last night?"

The purple-haired man immediately became guilty and stammered something.

Quanshu recognized his signature hairstyle and beard—Rockets executive Lambda.

Lambda, the master of disguise, is the most abstract of the four Rockets executives; deep down, he believes he is a good person.

In the game, he occasionally and carelessly leaks a lot of important information.

His arrest was likely not due to a lack of ability, but rather because he never intended to escape.

"Mr. Izumi!"

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw his jasmine waving enthusiastically at him.

"Jasmine, it's been a long time."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Officer Jenny, who was in charge of Jasmine, took out a pen and paper: "Here is the employment contract. If you're sure there are no problems, please sign it below."

Quanshu read through a few pages carefully. Its function was similar to the tripartite contract in his previous life, but the rules and restrictions were not as strong.

After confirming that everything was in order, Jasmine signed the papers and followed him out of the police station.

"Mr. Izumi, when do we start work?"

Jasmine asked eagerly, "Is the job about making a movie similar to Crazy Elf City?"

"You watched Tingxiang's new movie?"

"Yes."

Jasmine nodded emphatically: "I like it very much."

Quanshu smiled and said, "Let me take you to the photography and painting studio in Tingxiang first. There's a painter named Tutu and a cinematographer there. You can ask them for information about the short film you need to make."

...

A-Che Photography Studio is no longer what it used to be; many cameras have been resold at low prices, but the landscape photos on the walls remain.

A large area inside the store has been converted into TuTu Dog's art studio.

Ah Che understood perfectly well that following the tree trunk was much more promising than sitting idly in the shop with the cameraman gathering dust.

He simply renovated his photography studio to accommodate new artists.

Besides Jasmine, who is with Izumi, three or four other qualified candidates will come for interviews tomorrow.

Hello, little jasmine.

A-Che greeted him warmly.

Jasmine shrank behind the spring tree, quite wary of him, and was closer to Tutu, whom she had met once before.

"I'm leaving the artist interview to you tomorrow, since I don't know anything about drawing."

Ache stood up straight and said, "I don't understand either, but Tutu the dog does."

Seeing that Quanshu didn't understand humor, he added, "Boring, don't worry, I still have basic taste."

......

The next afternoon.

Qi Shu clapped her hands; in front of her were a pile of newly assembled computers and webcams.

"It's a bit rudimentary, but it's barely enough."

She changed back into her signature yellow and black punk trench coat, tied her hair up in pink and blue pigtails, and had two little Magnemite headbands attached to her head.

Izumi leaned against the door frame. The girl in front of him seemed like a Magnemite come to life. When the familiar image of Kiju appeared on the screen, he began to feel a little more real about meeting Kiju in person.

"Call on!"

When the power is plugged in, the neon light strip of the water-cooled host under the glass cover lights up.

"receive."

Having previously promised to partner with her for a live stream, Izumi was unusually enthusiastic and returned to his bedroom.

The game supports online multiplayer for two players, as well as offline multiplayer with two sets of controllers.

Although Kiki said he didn't mind, he felt it was better to avoid being discovered in the same room as the other two.

Qi Shu became a live streamer purely out of interest; she enjoys the enthusiastic reactions from her viewers and likes to create entertaining content.

But she doesn't cultivate a persona, nor does she hide her true self.

Yesterday, a preview of the new game test for Tingxiang was released. After a day of hype, DianDian's live stream room once again topped the platform's rankings.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, why hasn't it started yet?"

"Rumor has it there's a mystery guest; hopefully it's Xiaojuer—"

"A movie fan just arrived, which table should they sit at?"

"If you don't understand, just ask. What kind of performance art is it to watch a black screen?"

"Hurry up and bring up the new game; I've already completed Plants vs. Zombies three times."

...

"Zi-"

It was as if a long-dormant circuit had been reconnected, and color images appeared on the mobile phones, computers, and televisions of millions of people via the internet.

"Capture your eye with an electric grid! Who's narrating this strange tale? It's me, Qishu!"

On the screen, an energetic and beautiful girl holds her hands in front of her, and a star-shaped effect with the words "Strange Tree Time" flies to her slender fingertips, shattering into tiny stars as her palms open.

"Everyone, long time no see."

Qi Shu smiled and said.

"Formula Special... never mind, it's been so long since I've broadcast."

"Hey streamer, why did your video quality drop from 4K to standard resolution?"

"I am a police officer from the Padiya Union. I'm livestreaming on official business while on a business trip. You're under arrest!"

"I miss the Brewmaster Dojo episode the most. Gym Leader Aoki was so ruthless, waaaaah—"

Qi Shu opened the orange icon and said, "I believe many of you have seen the preview. Tingxiang's new game is a two-player game."

"Therefore, there will be a mystery guest in this live broadcast. Fortunately, I have invited Mr. Izumi, the game designer and chief director of Tingxiang."

"Everyone, give them a warm welcome—"

With the activation of the two-player mode, Quanshu's live stream signal was connected to DianDian's live stream room.

The once unchanging solo live stream room now has two camera windows, located in the lower left and right corners of the screen respectively.

The appearance of the young man in the lower left corner of the screen instantly caused a stir in the live chat.

"I'm super, box!"

"What a load of rubbish, it was only shown at the premiere."

"The person in charge of Tingxiang is so young. I thought he would be a greasy middle-aged man."

"To be honest, he's quite handsome."

"Mr. Quanshu, could you please provide an electronic signature?"

"My little chrysanthemum... the 'Pretty Girl Sticker' is out of the question."

Amidst a dense barrage of bullet comments, the game's opening animation began.

Chapter 75 was not a mistake

On a quiet evening at a family farm, a husband brushes off the dust he picked up while taking out the trash and chats with his wife as she drives home from work.

"how are you today?"

The wife got out of the car carrying her briefcase, and the husband shrugged: "Great, Big Milk Tank kicked over the fence again; Ross won't eat his vegetables."

What did the dentist say?

"dentisit?"

The wife stopped in her tracks and raised her voice: "Don't tell me you forgot your dentist appointment."

"No, I thought you were going to take her tomorrow."

“I have to go to work tomorrow,” the wife emphasized, “It’s Saturday, I have to work overtime.”

The husband asked, puzzled, "Do you work overtime every week?"

"Listen, I'm not in the mood to discuss this with you right now."

The wife, exhausted from a long day, decided to end the conversation.

But the husband persisted, saying, "Ross needs both of us, understand?"

“This isn’t fair. You’re using her, using our daughter,” the wife said, growing increasingly disappointed.

“I didn’t take advantage of her; I was just telling the truth.”

The husband shouted, "If you don't value Rose, why don't you just tell her we're getting a divorce?"

The camera pans to reveal a little girl standing on a second-floor window who witnesses everything.

Upon hearing the word "divorce," she grabbed two plush toys—a red positively charged patter and a blue negatively charged patter—and pointed them at the two people arguing downstairs.

The game start button pops up.

"Mr. Izumi, the story of this game seems to be set in a family on the verge of breaking up."

Qi Shu explained in a very serious manner.

"Yes, the divorce rate among young couples in big cities is high in today's society, and the two people in the game who cannot understand each other may be a small microcosm of them."

Quanshu was talking nonsense in a serious tone.

The barrage of comments scrolled by.

"Tingxiang has finally turned his attention to family ethics."

“Every game has a different style and genre, you’re really something.”

"Let's start a game! Let's start a game!"

"People with trauma from their family of origin shouldn't watch this."

Qishu clicks the start button, and the game camera follows the little girl as she runs.

She carried the doll through the corridor, stumbled through the back door to a discarded wooden table in the storage room, and pulled out a thick, white-covered book.

The cover features a line of gold lettering: "The Book of a Thousand Years".

The little girl eagerly turned to the first page, praying, "A wondrous magic that lasts for seven days out of a thousand years, you must help me, they cannot be separated."

The thousand-year-old book was turned to the page with countless stars drawn on it, and it was placed against the wall.

"Look!"

The little girl pointed to the large words on the page: Love requires effort.