Pokémon, but cultural invasion

Quanshu viciously pulled Qishu's cheek, "And you're not allowed to bully her under the pretense of being a friend."

Qi Shu's face was very soft, so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it.

It felt good, he emphasized, "Did you hear that?", and then let go.

"Goo-"

Qi Shu rubbed his slightly flushed cheeks.

"I'm the Electric-type Gym Leader, how dare you pinch me?"

She hesitated whether to electrocute the spring tree into charcoal.

"The inspection is complete, I'm leaving."

"Hey, wait for me!"

As he and Natsumi were about to leave, Kiju, forgetting his anger, hurriedly followed them.

......

After obtaining control of the Saffron City Gym, you can do whatever you want in the city.

Following the principle of proximity, the filming location for Ratatouille was located in an old town area of ​​Goldenrod City.

"Sorry, I'm going to Quartz Plateau in a few days, so I have to cancel my scheduled campus recruitment."

On set, Quanshu apologized to Ache.

A-Che had a vague feeling that things weren't so simple. There was no need for him to make a special trip over the campus recruitment notice. He asked warily, "With your girlfriend?"

"Of course it's work. The Alliance Committee invited me, and I couldn't refuse."

"How could I possibly stand you up just to spend time with my girlfriend?"

Quan Shuyi spoke with righteous indignation, and took out a paper script: "So the scripts for the campus recruitment and the new animation are now in your hands."

"Explosive Warrior..." Ache's scalp tingled, and he said angrily, "Good heavens, I treated you like a brother and you treat me like a slave?"

"Don't get me wrong, this is a genuine children's animation. The main purpose is to promote spinning tops, and the storyboards and such are just good practice pieces for new recruits from campus."

A-Che flipped through a few pages and tentatively believed Quan-Shu's nonsense.

"Fine, it's your script after all. Let Jasmine handle the storyboarding; she has the talent for it."

Since it wouldn't interfere with the progress of the film and television production, A-Che agreed for the time being. He said, "Then don't run around these few days. Just be a good director for a few days."

"learn."

...

For the next few days, Quanshu lived a monotonous life, going back and forth between three points.

During the day, he shuttled between the filming locations of Ratatouille and Ultraman Tiga, and at night he played video games with Kisaki and Sabrina.

Occasionally, I would go out and try out the restaurants on the food list, or take a stroll along the pedestrian street in Golden City at night.

With the airing of the second episode of Ultraman Tiga, some viewers who watched it with a magnifying glass noticed a slightly different flavor.

Gakuma attacks humans due to over-mining. Does Tingxiang's actions reflect an intention to promote environmental protection?

In the days since returning from testing dreams at the research institute, Qishu seems to have developed his own little secret.

She bought a lot of things and tools for her room and tinkered with something while Quanshu was away during the day.

She kept it a secret very well; even Naz didn't know what was going on.

Even the day before their departure for the Quartz Plateau, Kiju was busy in his room.

"Iron dumbbells must go together."

Quanshu packed his luggage. The quasi-god cub couldn't stay at home; he'd take it to Quartz's residence, where it would at least be a household cleaning robot.

"And this thing."

Izumi opened the safe, where the Destruction Gene that Eevee had taken from Mewtwo had been lying in the safe collecting dust.

Mewtwo showed no interest in searching for the lost items, leaving the Destruction Gene to remain untouched.

The black factor with a double helix structure rotates in the bottle, and Quanshu ponders where its power comes from.

"If you're going to be away from the villa for an extended period, you need to take your important belongings with you."

Wary of his creditor, Chao Meng, he and Qi Shu boarded a train bound for the Quartz Plateau.

Chapter 108 Sacred Flame and Destructive Genes

The man sitting next to me on the train, Qi Shu, was overjoyed.

To avoid attending the Indigo League and to prevent Lance and other gym leaders from discovering her secrets, Sabrina chose to return to the Saffron Gym for seclusion.

Therefore, this trip actually only involved her and Izumi.

"Did you know that Quartz Plateau discovered a lot of superstones when it was building the Champion Road, and excavation work is still ongoing now?"

"is it?"

Izumi didn't know, only that someone in the Indigo Plateau used to sell evolution stones in the old partner game.

"You, a Padiya Gym Leader, know so much about the Kanto League?"

“I did my homework before I came, and Mega Evolution is attractive to every Gym Leader in other regions.”

Qishu gave an example: "For instance, Misty from Cerulean City and Brock from Pryde City both improved their teams' strength through Mega Evolution."

"Too much crystallization isn't bad either."

Quanshu gave a perfunctory reply and looked out the car window.

A lake sits at the entrance to the Quartz Plateau.

The calm lake was a mirror, bluer than the sky. They set off very early today, and the mirror was still covered by a soft veil.

As the sun rises from the distant horizon, the mist is enveloped by the sunlight and seeps into the lake, churning it into a golden syrup.

The wind made the lake surface shimmer, and a row of gray onion ducks set off from one side of the lake, opening their orange-yellow flat beaks and singing an indistinct tune.

"The environmental protection in Kanto is quite good."

Qi Shu wanted to press her face against the car window; she almost drooled.

It is said that before this Pokémon was strictly protected, it was a rare and delicious delicacy.

Of course, as the dojo leader, she couldn't do such a cruel thing, but she was still tempted by the green onions on their backs.

"Your saliva is going to ruin this beautiful view."

Quanshu pulled out a tissue and handed it to her.

"Are there really no xiaolongbao in the world?" Qi Shu tried to distract himself.

"How can something that doesn't exist exist? Why did you suddenly think of this?"

Quanshu really couldn't understand the leaps in her thinking.

“If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response.”

Qishu muttered to himself, then chattered on and on about the fun things that happened before he became a gym leader, including the early stages of his livestreaming career.

He occasionally echoed her sentiments, and upon learning that even talented dojo masters didn't have a smooth start, Izumi felt a little more at ease about his past self.

...

When the train arrived at the station, he glanced at his watch. Today was the day of the Olympic torch relay and the opening of the Quartz Conference. If he was lucky, he might be able to make it.

During the conference, the Quartz Plateau was flooded with visitors.

Committee staff holding signs that read "Welcome Tingxiang" met them at the train station and chartered a car to take them to the vicinity of the athletes' village.

As Izumi went to the housing provided by the committee to settle her luggage, she stopped the strange tree that had naturally followed her into the house.

"Is the luxurious accommodation for visiting dojo owners located elsewhere?"

"Hey."

Qi Shu tapped his head lightly, managing to get away with it, but his plan backfired.

Without the pretext of preventing Sabrina's superpowers from going out of control, the two have no reason to live under the same roof.

"Mr. Quanshu, the torch relay ceremony will pass through here later. President Dama Lanqi invites you to get on the bus and take a ride with us."

Committee staff will provide timely reminders.

"Is that the vehicle that's following behind the torchbearer, moving forward so slowly?"

Qi Shu recalled what he had read while researching: the Olympic torch relay is a long process, often lasting for several hours.

"It'll definitely be boring, I don't really want to go."

Quanshu turned his head and whispered, "Don't say that, they didn't invite you."

Upon hearing this, Qi Shu's face visibly flushed red.

"Izumi-ki is an idiot!!"

She released a giant electric seagull, which carried her luggage and soared into the sky.

A moment later, Izumi's phone vibrated.

"Stealth-filled frog: After the opening ceremony and before dinner, at the No. 106 bus stop in the athletes' village, if you don't come, you'll have to bear the consequences. (Cat hissing emoji.jpg)"

"Thoughts flow like a spring: Received."

...

After settling his luggage, he and the committee members headed to a nearby road.

A few scattered passersby stood on both sides of the road where banners were unfurled. The torch relay route was too long, so most people crowded outside the Quartz Stadium to wait.

Gradually, a strong figure wearing a sports t-shirt and shorts appeared on the road.

His gaze was resolute, and he held up a white torch with a bright orange flame burning fiercely in the center of the oval torch.

That was taken from the flame of the Moltres.

But Quanshu, who had been a torchbearer twice, didn't find the torch in his hand particularly special.

One of them was at the Silver Conference next door, where the sacred flame was even more prestigious, said to have come from Ho-Oh.

Ten meters behind the runner was a specially made medium-sized convertible vehicle, with a thin, short old man with white hair sitting on the roof.

The runners passed by, and the vehicles stopped in front of the spring tree.

"Kid Izumi, it's been a long time."

Despite his advanced age, Damalanqi is still very energetic and shows no signs of aging, just as he did years ago.

He was particularly impressed by Quanshu because it is rare for someone to be a torchbearer twice.

"President Dama Lanqi, you are as energetic as ever."

After Quanshu boarded the vehicle, the convoy continued forward, followed by dozens of torchbearers.

"Thank you for accepting the invitation on behalf of Tingxiang. I'm too old for this old man to understand what young people like."

Damaranchi looked down from the roof of the car at the roads he had traveled over the years, and sighed at how time flies.

"No, it's what I should do."

Quanshu said modestly, when he suddenly felt something burning hot in his arms.

He unconsciously reached for the small glass bottle, about half the size of his palm, in his inner chest pocket. Was it a gene-damaging device?

With so many people around, it wasn't appropriate to take the spring tree out on the spot to see what changes had occurred.

The increasingly hot and destructive genes, having been safely left at home for so long, can't possibly be a time bomb, right?

He used his trench coat to conceal it as he took it out; the slight guiding force of the glass bottle directed it directly towards a small box on the side of the carriage roof.

The small box wasn't sealed tightly, leaving a gap for light to pass through.

You can vaguely see a mini oil lamp inside the box, with a flame the size of a pea shoot burning steadily within it.