Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"A new emotion? Is it anger...regret...or resentment?"

Quanshu observed her reaction. When she mentioned feeling wronged, Naz's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of her mouth drooped imperceptibly.

It seems she's definitely wronged.

She shook her head, dismissing the strange reaction.

"Anyway, I want to try again. If this emotion can trigger superpowers, that would be great."

Quanshu rocked his rolling chair towards her.

You're such a selfish person, always thinking only of yourself.

Whether the method of activating superpowers by feigning injustice is consistently effective is another matter, but he must feel guilty for deceiving naive women.

At the time, Izumi was having too much fun with Natsume and didn't think much about it, but she actually regretted it a little afterwards.

After all, Naz isn't the type to socialize much, so using friends as a pretext is really going too far.

“I disagree with your plan. My intention in encouraging you to try new things was not to cause you pain.”

"If you find that feeling wronged can stimulate your abilities, then you'll let me deceive you. If hatred can also stimulate your abilities, then do you want me to bully you so badly that you hate me to the extreme before you're satisfied?"

"Negative emotions must never be the source of superpowers. This is not only for your sake, but also for my protection."

Izumi no longer wants to be torn to pieces by Sabrina, who has completely regained her superpowers.

"Then... what should I do? Going fishing with Qishu is completely useless."

Sabrina rested her chin on her legs, which she was holding together. She was confused about when and how she would regain her superpowers.

"That guy, Qishu... never mind."

Quanshu scratched his cheek and said, "Take your time, Qishu and I will be with you."

"No need to rush. As long as you don't regain your superpowers, I'll enjoy my gym leader status for one more day. So take it slow."

"Try things little by little, find what you are really interested in, experience emotions you have never known before, and see scenery you have never seen before."

"Maybe one day you'll look back and realize: Oh, I was so silly back then, worrying about something as small as regaining my superpowers."

Sabrina shook her head and said, "Superpowers are no small matter."

"Hmm, maybe," Izumi said noncommittally.

Can't we just take it slow?

Naza lowered her eyes and looked down. How much of what the other person said was sincere?

Having lost her mind-reading ability, she couldn't understand it.

"I see, thank you."

She left the room.

"boom!"

Even though I didn't push the door with my hand, the wooden house closed automatically.

The inexplicable and brief return of superpowers sent a joyful surge through his body.

This time, unusually, Natsume did not investigate the movements of the mysterious elf.

She instinctively covered her chest, a new emotion taking root within her, a feeling of peace of mind.

Chapter 100: The Edge Trainer, Izumi

I have been betrayed seven times – Qi Shu

Can superpowered individuals also be deceived?

[Lulina: Timid and cowardly, only eating one person; the most unlucky Ancient Moon Bird may be born.]

[You ask me where the body is? Sorry, the body is in Galilee.]

Ache scrolled through various video clips on video platforms and exclaimed in amazement, "Your new game from last night is a hit again."

The addition of three popular young girls to Tingxiang has ignited a frenzy across the region, causing various marketing accounts, self-media, and game reviews to frantically try to capitalize on the trend overnight.

In addition, the three streamers' perspectives allowed for a wide variety of editing angles, leading to an explosive surge in live stream clips of Tingxiang's new game across the entire internet.

Even before its release, Pichu Kills' gameplay has been thoroughly understood by players who have seen countless clips.

"The internet is a magical thing. Things become popular quickly and then fade away just as fast. And you never know what will be popular tomorrow."

Izumi sat in the director's seat, holding the script for Ratatouille, the movie they were going to film today.

To his surprise, the video with the most views and the most discussion among all the clips was not Qi Shu, but a mashup about him posted by a small account.

[Capturing the Seven Wonder Trees, Manipulating Gym Leaders, Genius Producer or Genius Director? A Video Takes You Through the Past and Present of the Fringe Trainer Izumi]

The first half of the video features his outrageous antics in front of three streamers, including but not limited to various angle-blocking techniques, manipulative tactics, verbal deception, and a highlight reel of a ruthless stabbing.

The second half is a compilation of battle footage from various tournaments he attended during his travels.

"I got eliminated?"

Quanshu stroked his chin, "Not really."

To ensure fairness and impartiality, every match in any major competition is recorded and made public, and can be viewed online.

It's not surprising that his past experiences participating in numerous major competitions have been unearthed and brought him into the public eye.

Not everyone has the talent to become a Trainer. I hope that everyone who goes to other fields can shine as brightly as Mr. Izumi and find their own Indigo League.

The video creator left a thought-provoking message at the end, but in this fragmented, entertainment-obsessed online society, nobody really cares.

The comments section is a completely different story.

"Ruthless, silver-tongued, and with superb skills, he is currently ranked number one in Pichu kills."

"The Kanto region is full of talented people, which is truly admirable."

"I knew that anyone who could pull off a digging-up-the-ground-to-climb-up-is somewhat tainted by a dark side."

"Everyone is saying that Tingxiang's new TV series is about to be released. We are looking forward to his new work."

Quanshu closed the screen.

The video creator's exploration of his experiences was brief and to the point, and there was no malice in it.

With the police's ability to use the internet to find people, the internet environment in this world is actually much better than in the previous one.

"Isn't the lead actor ready yet?"

A-Che shouted at the top of his lungs toward the dressing room.

"coming!"

Before long, a tall, thin young man with a big nose and cheeks tinged with the redness of high altitude came running out in a panic, wearing a gray long-sleeved shirt.

His gaze was timid and he seemed insecure.

"Takanosuke, hurry up and go into the kitchen to test the first shot."

"Yes..."

A-Che urged him on, while doubting whether he could deliver a good performance.

The first fifteen minutes of Ratatouille are mostly a one-man show by the mouse Mimi, which Radamanthys does very well.

The film begins with Xiao Mi accidentally entering the kitchen of Chef God's restaurant, where another protagonist—Chef God's illegitimate son Xiao Kuan—takes the stage.

"While it's wrong to question the actor you chose, does he really have acting skills?"

A-Che walked up to the spring tree and whispered in its ear.

Xiaomi and Xiao Kuan first met in the kitchen of a bustling restaurant.

To ensure professionalism, Tingxiang specially hired two chefs to provide guidance on props and set design.

Takanosuke, who plays Hiroshi, had nowhere to stand in the complicated kitchen and had to hold up his hands and sway before finally getting into position in front of the camera.

"What acting skills? Look closely, isn't Takanosuke already in character?"

Quanshu smiled. He only saw a young man who was entering the workplace for the first time, overwhelmed by the complex situation, and uneasy about whether he could do the job well.

This is exactly the same as Xiao Kuan in the movie.

"This is Xiao Kuan, Renata's son. Do you remember Renata? The chef's old flame."

The kitchen helper's introduction made Chef Shi turn his attention to the embarrassed and shy young man in the corner.

Boss Shi was short and looked like a monkey, with large ears and eyes that were disproportionate to his face.

He hadn't figured out how to face the son of the man who seemed to be his former boss when he learned of Renata's death during a stiff exchange of pleasantries.

"Oh, I'm so sad."

“It’s okay. Mother believes in heaven. She was called there, which means... she might be better off there.”

Boss Shi: O_o?

Mr. Shi's puzzled look and scrutinizing gaze made Xiao Kuan panic. He remembered that his mother's letter of introduction was stuffed in the left pocket behind his back.

Xiao Kuan immediately reached out his right hand to grab it from in front of him.

However, his left pocket was always quite a distance from his right hand, and in his panic, Takanosuke began to spin his entire body around.

It took three and a half spins like a top to finally get the envelope.

"Ha ha--"

Xiao Kuan gave an awkward smile and handed it to Boss Shi.

"I guess my mother's letter to you... is asking you to help me find a job?"

Standing at attention, Xiao Kuan looked around, occasionally dodging the passing kitchen helpers.

...

"It's amazing."

Ache stared intently at Gao Zhizhu's entire performance.

He accidentally spilled the broth while holding the mop, and in a panic, he added water and various seasonings on hand to salvage the situation.

He accidentally spilled cooking wine, which ignited a flame on the gas stove. After tasting his own masterpiece, he felt utterly devastated and vomited.

And the unparalleled shock of seeing a little rattata making soup.

With this tense, taut, and timid state of mind, coupled with the fast-paced background music of trumpets, drums, and other instruments, the audience's emotions were completely drawn in.

The first shot ends.

"Newcomer, you're acting really well."

Ache smiled and patted Takanosuke on the shoulder.

"what?"

Takanosuke, who was so nervous he almost vomited, suddenly realized he was going to be kicked out of the crew because of his poor performance.

In today's struggling film industry, Tingxiang, the creator of Crazy Elf City, is undoubtedly an industry giant.

Countless actors would fight tooth and nail for a lead role in a new movie.

To be honest, Takanosuke still doesn't feel like it's real. He's always had bad luck and is in line with a group of anxiously waiting auditioning actors.

Then, Director Izumi, who was passing by, casually pointed at him and said, "This loser looks pretty good, let's bring him in as a backup."

The title "loser" is disrespectful but not entirely wrong, but the moment Takanosuke was poked by that finger, he truly felt a sense of salvation, as if a ray of light had descended upon him.

"Yes, I will definitely perform well."

Takanosuke, who had boasted so confidently, returned to the film set and saw everyone busy at work. His newly formed ambition vanished into thin air.

Sure enough, I still couldn't help but be nervous.