An abstract trainer who taught Charmander the Incinerate move

Chapter 81 Date A Live (Part 2 combined, please vote with monthly tickets)

The Bollywood Witch Cafe is a place brimming with artistic atmosphere.

Neon signs flickered in the twilight, and on one sign, Pikachu wearing a wizard's hat was scattering star-shaped coffee beans.

The walls of the hall were covered with Pokémon movie posters, and the rich aroma of coffee was mixed with a subtle magical atmosphere.

Wanlong curled up in a high-backed velvet chair, her gothic purple lace skirt tangled with the gold tassels hanging from the chair back.

She made a point of wearing this outfit, with her favorite red-rimmed glasses and her signature cat-head scarf, and arrived at the coffee shop early, choosing a window seat to observe the situation.

The gothic manicurist tapped out an anxious rhythm on the teakwood table, her eyes glancing toward the door every few seconds.

"Calm down, Wanlong, calm down. Inner strength surpasses outward appearance, inner strength surpasses outward appearance..."

She said that, but the oily, round face in the ID photo kept flashing before her eyes.

Wanlong couldn't help but shiver. She sat stiffly in her chair, her fingertips pressed tightly against the edge of the table, as if if she let go even slightly, her soul would be sucked into the abyss by the greasy vortex of that ID photo.

【Fighting Spirit, third stage! 】

Just then, the flowing words from "Battle Through the Heavens" reappeared before her eyes.

Those five short words were like a sharp blade cleaving through chaos, completely piercing through the quagmire of mediocre online literature.

The power of those words, the tension of that narrative, the irresistible reading experience…

"what--"

With a groan of ecstasy, Wanlong still remembered that night: she slumped in her chair, her clothes soaked with cold sweat, every nerve trembling in the turbulent waves of words.

That master's pen was like Rehiram's interlaced flames, burning away all clichés and platitudes.

At that moment, she was certain that she had stepped into the temple of art.

But... why does such a master have such a greasy, fat face?

The mirrored ceiling of the Witch's Cafe reflected Wanlong's bewildered face. In a daze, she saw two versions of herself confronting each other.

A girl in a gothic dress screamed, "Run! You can't handle this fat guy!"

A woman wearing red glasses sneered: "Wanlong! Are you that kind of shallow, looks-obsessed person?"

As the music on the gramophone in the shop reached its climax, Wanlong gulped down a mouthful of ice-cold coffee.

As the bitter taste exploded on her tongue, she grabbed her phone, her fingertips trembling for three seconds on the "cancel date" button before finally slamming the screen shut.

"Come on, this must be a test from the god of art. Let me accept this trial!"

Just as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang at the coffee shop, and a figure appeared at the door. Wanlong's heart almost stopped beating.

A Snorlax-like figure obscured the Moltres mural on the porch, and beneath a taut Hawaiian shirt, a Michelin tire-like waist rose and fell with each breath.

When the man turned his face, which was almost a perfect replica of the one in the ID photo, and walked toward the window seat, Wanlong let out a desperate scream.

"Art is dead!!!"

She thought she was mentally prepared, but the impact and shock of the real person was ten or even nine times stronger than that of digital pixels!
In 0.3 seconds, Wanlong completed the most perfect backflip of her life.

The moment the heel of her gothic boot kicked open the high-backed chair, she knocked over the tray in the butler's hands and fled amidst a flurry of desserts and coffee.

Through teary eyes, the "EXIT" sign on the back door resembled the gates of heaven.

The obese man who had just entered stood frozen in place, looking at the woman who had suddenly gone mad with confusion.

"Is there something wrong with this coffee shop? Is that guy in the red suit messing with me...?"

Wanlong rushed out of the coffee shop like a gust of wind, tears blurring her vision.

She hated herself for being so superficial, for being unable to transcend appearances and see the inner beauty of art!
"I'm sorry, Master, I still can't see through appearances!"

bump--

As she fled in panic, she bumped into someone with such force that her glasses flew off.

She staggered a few steps and almost fell, but a pair of strong arms caught her steadily.

"Beautiful lady, are you alright?"

A gentle, warm voice rang in her ear.

Wanlong looked up, and through her blurry vision, she saw a figure in a bright red suit.

The man bent down, picked up her glasses, and gently put them on her.

When the world became clear again, Wanlong's breathing stopped.

Standing in front of her was a breathtakingly handsome man.

He wore a perfectly tailored red suit, which made him look radiant.

His features were like a sculpture meticulously crafted by the heavens, his deep eyes gleaming with unwavering determination, and a faint, confident smile playing on his lips, exuding a fatal charm.

The moment their eyes met, the surrounding scenery shifted wildly.

In that moment, they were Romeo and Juliet, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf!
In my ears, Taylor Swift is passionately singing "Love Story".

【Romeo take me somewhere we can be alone】

【I'll be waiting all there's left to do is run】

【You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess】

It's a love story.

[Baby, just say yes]

"Yes, yes, yes! Ahhh, I mean you... who are you?"

Coming to her senses, Wanlong stammered, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her chest.

The handsome young man smiled slightly, a smile as warm and gentle as the afternoon sun.

"My name is Mo Zhenzhenzhenzhen!"

No...no...no...really...really?!

Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof—

Wanlong only wants to do one thing right now: stand up on the spot, raise her hands, and announce to the world.

"Everyone, look at me! I'm here to announce something—I'm a sucker for good looks!"

Overwhelmed with emotion, Wanlong burst into tears of joy, her face flushed as she spoke.

"Master, I...I am Wanwan's Long'er! You...you look a little different from what I imagined!"

Mo Zhen pulled out a chair and sat down gracefully, smiling nonchalantly.

"Hehe, as the saying goes, boys change a lot as they grow up. They were a bit unkempt when they were young, but they'll tone it down as they grow up." Everyone says that every fat person has potential, and whether others believe it or not, Wanlong certainly does.

Because the stock she held had hit the daily limit for eighteen consecutive days, and the stock index had broken through the sky and soared into the clouds!

Little did this naive, older single woman know that the deepest path she had ever walked in her life was Mo Zhen's scheme!
……

Ten minutes ago, Mo Zhen stood on the side of Pokémon Hollywood Road, looking around as if searching for something.

Seeing Mo Zhen standing near the coffee shop, hesitant to go in, Xiao Mengzi asked curiously.

【Lord Mo Zhen, weren't you supposed to be meeting that editor today? Why are you still wandering around here?】

Ignoring Xiaomengzi's words, Mo Zhen continued to leisurely stroll around the street, looking around.

Suddenly, as if a talent scout had discovered a future star, Mo Zhen's eyes lit up and he revealed a satisfied smile.

"Hmm, very good, you're the one!"

Xiao Mengzi followed Mo Zhen's gaze and immediately gasped.

The object in front of them looked remarkably similar to UZI in Mo Zhen's ID photo, almost identical.

If it weren't for the missing mole on its face, it would have almost thought it had met its true love!

Without saying a word, Mo Zhen, like an old friend he had known for many years, went up to him and struck up a conversation.

"Handsome, did you know? There's a witch's café in Bollywood, full of beautiful women and full of unexpected opportunities. Go sit there and maybe you'll... Hey, don't go! You don't believe me? Here, I'll give you a hundred bucks. Go to a window seat and order a cappuccino!"

Yes, there is no such thing as coincidence in this world. Everything was arranged by Director Mo. Director Mo was the one manipulating everything behind the scenes!
You know the suspension bridge effect, right?
When a person is in a state of physiological tension, with a rapid heartbeat and shortness of breath, if there is someone of the opposite sex present, they may mistake this tension for the other person's attraction.

Mo Zhen wanted Wanlong to experience the crazy sensation of going up and down like on a drop tower, between hell and heaven.

Once the suspension bridge effect reaches a terrifying level, won't it be a piece of cake to manipulate this bespectacled girl?
Sitting in his chair, taking a sip of coffee, Mo Zhen exuded the air of an art master, speaking with ease and confidence.

"By the way, what's your favorite part of my book?"

Wanlong, whose heart was still pounding, adjusted his crooked red-rimmed glasses, his voice becoming high-pitched with excitement.

"Of course, it's the part where Xiao Huolong and Little Fairy Doctor sneak into the cave at night. Oh right, I also really like the part where Xiao Huolong and Yunzhu are healing in the cave. And... and the passionate scene between Xiao Huolong and Queen Milotic underground... Ahhhhh!"

Seeing Wanlong read almost all the emotional scenes in the book in one breath, wriggling in his chair like a maggot, Mo Zhen's eyes revealed the satisfaction of a fisherman seeing a big fish take the bait.

The big fish has taken the bait; all that's left to do is slowly play it.

Once we get this girl under our control, hmph...

While Mo Zhen was busy fishing for Wanlong, Xiao Huolong, who was lying under the table like a decoration, was diligently studying the mysteries of the Eight Trigrams of Extreme Collapse.

Since completing his scenes in the fourth act, Xiao Huolong has indeed undergone a complete transformation, just as Elder Chi had said.

After successfully refining the Lion King's Heart-Burning Flame, its eyes shone brightly, as if a lion were hidden within them.

Its body is round and robust, brimming with life energy, resembling a canned peach.

Nourished by the higher quality Burning Technique Battle Qi, Xiao Huolong's body experienced unprecedented growth.

Its level, as displayed on the panel, has surpassed the level 20 barrier reached after the Warehouse Battle and has now reached level 21.

This time, however, its battle aura level did not grow along with its spirit level, thus failing to become a one-star battle master.

Its fighting spirit level is still stuck at the nine-star fighting level.

Clearly, taking this crucial step and becoming a true Battle Master is by no means an easy task.

According to the original work, to advance from a Dou Zhe to a Dou Shi, one needs to compress the Dou Qi vortex within the body into a liquid state, allowing the Dou Qi within the body to undergo a true qualitative change.

In the Dream Theater, helping it complete the advancement of the Burning Technique had already consumed all the Dream Energy that Little Dream had absorbed from Gongping Mingyi (at least that pink trash said so).

To complete this final leap, to undergo a qualitative change in the battle qi within one's body, and to advance to the rank of Battle Master, one needs a truly great opportunity...

However, Xiao Huolong's mind is not currently focused on advancing to the Dou Shi level.

Because its brain is simply not capable of supporting it in thinking about such complex things.

Since awakening in the dream, it has been diligently studying the mysteries of the [Extreme Eight Collapse] technique, attempting to master this profound fighting skill.

However, advanced Xuan-level combat skills are clearly not something that can be mastered so easily.

No matter how much Xiao Huolong tried to comprehend the key points of combat techniques, he could never fully grasp the profound meaning of Extreme Eight Collapse.

The obscure phrases in the fighting techniques, such as "the ultimate eruption like a volcanic eruption," "multiple eruptions like overlapping mountains," and "the endless endurance of surging waves," left Xiao Huolong completely bewildered.

A volcanic eruption... I'm not a volcano, how would I know what that feels like?
Layer upon layer of mountains... What does this mean? I don't understand!

The waves are surging... Oh, is this some kind of training in the water? I can't swim, what should I do!
Wow, this is too profound! No wonder it's a legendary high-level Xuan-rank combat skill!

Meanwhile, Luca, standing next to Xiao Huolong, was idly eating dog food from his bowl.

Its keen sense of smell detected a faint sour odor wafting from above.

This smell made this true single dog feel extremely uncomfortable.

Inside the café, the melody from the gramophone flowed like a gentle stream.

Suddenly, the door opened slightly, and a faint, cool fragrance drifted into the shop with the breeze, as if it were a refreshing scent brought from the distant snow-capped peaks.

The cool fragrance startled Luca, who had been humming and hawing, and his relaxed nerves instantly tensed up!

Ouch... Ouch oh oh oh oh oh oh oh—this is... the aura of a powerful being!

A woman dressed in a black coat, like a star in the night sky, walked gracefully into the neon-lit world.

Her waist-length blonde hair shimmered with a soft golden light, and under the lamplight, it resembled ears of wheat bathed in moonlight.

As she slowly walked towards the window seat, the guests in the restaurant all cast admiring glances at her.

The guests, who had been chatting and laughing in hushed tones, unconsciously lowered their voices and followed the figure with their eyes.

Several tables of young girls stopped taking selfies, their eyes fixed on the dazzling blonde hair and perfect features, filled with undisguised envy and curiosity.

The Michelin man who had been lured over by Mo Zhen stared wide-eyed at the woman walking slowly towards him.

That's amazing! That kid wasn't lying to me, this coffee was definitely worth the price!
When the elegant woman approached Wanlong's table, she nodded slightly and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

That smile was like a fleeting, beautiful, and unforgettable epiphyllum blooming in the cold night.

Xiao Huolong, who was lying under the table, intently studying the Eight Extreme Mysteries, suddenly felt a powerful aura rushing towards him.

The woman's gaze lingered on Xiao Huolong for a moment, and her smile deepened.

Xiao Huolong raised his head, his gaze meeting that of the woman, and he was instantly jolted, as if struck by an invisible force.

Huh?! This...this...this isn't that so-and-so?!

(End of this chapter)