Pokémon: Hoenn Storm

Chapter 689 Dawu: When did you have such a good relationship? (15)

"I am not an idler like you. I have to go back to beat people. I won't accompany you anymore. Remember to come to Cournoye."

With a carefree wave of her hand, Cortna jumped onto the back of the fire-breathing dragon, soared into the sky, and flew toward the northeast, leaving only a graceful figure behind.

"Kyuubi, am I handsome like that just now?"

"Oh~"

"Then when do you think he will come to Cournoye again?"

"Uh-oh?"

"Hey, this guy Naqi is really in the way! Otherwise, I will kidnap him back!"

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"Hey, don't go back, why are you ignoring me?!"
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"Well, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

"Indeed, he is a rare genius and the son of Mr. Qianli. Don't you have any idea?"

"That child has a knot in his heart that I can't possibly untie. If you have a chance, you can try."

"No wonder, then we have to be neighbors during this period of time."

Turning around, at Lai's house, Lai and Mikri were sitting and chatting.

Ruby's astonishing talent made Mikri fall in love with talents. Although the Coordinator Association has recently been involved in official duties, he decided to stay in Chenghua for some time and teach Ruby personally.

With the double endorsement of Mikri and Rai, even Qianli, who has a greater prejudice against Gorgeous Battle than Rai, has nothing to say. After all, even he himself is much inferior to Mikri in terms of strength. Ruby Under the guidance of Mikri, even if it is not a pure battle route, it is still a great opportunity that can only be encountered.

"How does Naki's little girl compare to Ruby?"

Looking at Lubi who was practicing basic skills with Coyote, Xiangwei Meow and La Luras outside, and Safiya who was sparring with Naqi not far away, Mikri asked.

"Talent is less, but diligence is more. Overall, they are equal."

Lai straightened up, picked up a few small pieces of paper, thought for a moment, and made this comment.

"Then what do you think of the future of the two little guys?"

Going forward and reading the contents on the piece of paper, Mikri curled his lips without leaving any trace, secretly sighing at Lai's partiality.

"It's hard to say, it depends on how you teach as a master." With a half-smile glance at Mikoli, Laish said calmly, "If you teach well, you can help the little guy find a way out of his knots." Maybe you can still catch up with Safiya."

Mi Keli narrowed his eyes slightly, obviously aroused to be competitive: "So confident?"

"That's Naqi's student." Lai answered without thinking and matter-of-factly.

"Then let's wait and see." Miccoli raised his chin slightly with confidence, "But forget it, let's not talk about it for now. What do you think about the next Miccoli Cup and the various levels of tournaments on the tour? Compared with the old people in the association, I think your ideas are more worthy of reference."

"If you don't mention this issue to me, I will find a time to talk to you."

When it came to business, Lai also restrained his laziness, sorted the papers and put them in his pocket.

"How do you say it?" Mikri acted as if he was listening attentively.

Lai crossed his hands, put them on his lap, and said loudly: "In our society, most people are still more in contact with actual combat. Gorgeous contests are often considered a kind of artistic aesthetic enjoyment, which makes it more accessible to the audience. It’s relatively narrow. People in many places, such as Karnaz City, are not even interested in it at all.”

"Yes, this problem does exist, so the essence of expanding the impact is to increase the size of the people who accept this form, so that it snowballs. The first step is the most difficult, but everything will follow naturally."

Mikri was convinced and continued following Lai's words.

"Then it involves the way an art form moves from part to whole. To win more support and attention, the required process is to first cater, then guide, and finally reach a balance. This process is a two-way choice."

Len nodded and gave his opinion.

"What kind of two-way choice?" "The original purpose of the Gorgeous Competition is the pursuit of formal beauty of art for art's sake, but these supporters that can be won have basically reached a ceiling. The next step is to build on the existing model Under this, the track has been broadened. Pure magnificence, IMHO, is not the real charm. In other words, its purity limits the diversity of the core. The one-dimensional beauty has its own limits and will also bring certain It’s an aesthetic level of defamiliarization, of course, I’m not saying it’s not good, but it has its own limitations.”

"Sorry, I didn't fully understand."

"To put it in layman's terms, when it reaches a certain level, it will be subdued. For a considerable number of first-class coordinators, this is inevitable. And the result of this is that it will be far away from daily life, including daily cultural life."

"So, do you think that we should use a method that is more in line with the public's aesthetics, such as combat itself, to supplement the existing method? Let me give an analogy, it is like changing from 'using combat to reflect elegance' to 'in Grace in victory in battle'?"

"That's it, Mikri. To you, there may be no difference between the two, but"

"But for other people, sometimes they face trade-offs, and most people don't actually like such extreme situations, right?"

"Yes."

"I support your view. I will discuss it with everyone in the association after a while and make adjustments little by little. In addition, what do you think the general order of the Miccoli Cup and the Mobile Gorgeous Competition should be? "

You said something to me, Lai proposed the idea, Mikri extended it and implemented it. In the fast-paced interaction of ideas, the two became more and more in tune.

"Lai, something new happened last time. I'm here to follow you. Mikri is also here."

While they were chatting enthusiastically, Dawu and Metagross fell from the sky and landed directly in the yard.

Daigo strode into the house, greeting Lai as he walked.

He was a little surprised to see Mikri, especially when he saw the two of them chatting so well that they didn't even bother to drink water.
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"I really don't know, when did you two have such a good relationship? Ah, thank you, Naqi."

Sitting on the small sofa in the reception area, taking the tea from Naqi, Daigo asked curiously.

His last impression of the relationship between Rai and Mikri was the semi-finals of the Caiyou Conference. More than a year had passed in a flash.

"This problem, in a sense, is also related to Dawu-san."

"Indeed."

At the same time, Lai and Mikri looked at Dawu who hadn't figured out why with almost the same eyes.

An invisible pressure spread.

Naqi smiled slightly and walked out of the room.

Dawu-san's memory moved forward along the last time node, and suddenly, he seemed to realize something.

"Well, I have something else to do, I'll come to you tomorrow."

With that said, he stood up and left.

However, Naqi had silently closed the door, and called Safiya and Ruby, who were eager to eat melons, to go to the yard to continue training.

"So, I can explain."

Dawu turned around and smiled as warmly as the spring breeze.

"That's not necessary. I haven't discussed it for a long time. Let's have a good time first."

Mikri is gearing up.

"Say it first, don't slap me in the face."

After the "cruel beating", Rai and Mikri high-fived each other as they looked at Daigo-san, who was looking quite embarrassed.

“It’s not wise to make friends”

Daigo silently pulled off his already disfigured tie and sighed.

(End of this chapter)