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Meanwhile, Xiaoxi and Xiaomi, who were on the side, also began frantically searching for water.

They forgot one thing: Xiao Su's senses would also be transmitted to them to some extent. So... they shouldn't have let Xiao Su go up there. Wouldn't it have been better to let Du Beibi test the poison instead?

I think it's actually alright~

The old man took a sip and muttered to himself.

Chapter 454 The Speaker Cricket is Here!

As the old man spoke, he handed the spoon to Lin Xuan, but seeing the reactions of Du Beibei and Xiao Su earlier, Lin Xuan dared not drink it no matter what, and could only politely decline.

"No need, I...I've already eaten."

The old man looked regretful, but it was unclear what exactly he was regretting.

Although she wasn't particularly interested in the soup in front of her, Lin Xuan still asked somewhat awkwardly:

"Excuse me, is there any water here?"

Lin Xuan felt that if she couldn't find water for a while, she might really have to choose between Gallade and Gyarados.

Should she drink the water with sand in it from Gallade or the water that Gyarados spits out? That is the question, but Lin Xuan doesn't want to choose either.

The old man pointed to a water vat not far away, and Lin Xuan realized that Xiao Xi and Xiaomi had already found it and started drinking from it, which was the only way to barely dilute the strange taste in their mouths.

This is just the smell coming from Xiao Su's side. If you actually take a sip... just thinking about it is terrifying!

"Since this is the road to the championship, it can't just be an ordinary wooden hut, right?"

Lin Xuan poured herself a glass of water while continuing to ask the old man questions.

Especially since Qin Guan pointed out this location, Lin Xuan didn't believe there wasn't something fishy going on here.

But the old man first shook his head, then said to Lin Xuan:

"No rush, we can talk about these things tomorrow. That's your room; you can move in after a little tidying up."

The old man pointed to a door inside. Lin Xuan walked over, opened it, and took a look. It was indeed an unused room, but it was clean enough, probably because it had been cleaned recently.

In the corner of the room, there was a Mr. Mime holding a broom, clearly the one who was cleaning the room.

"Mo!"

When the Mr. Mime saw Lin Xuan, he seemed startled, as if he hadn't heard a thing about the commotion outside.

Seeing the startled Mr. Mime, Lin Xuan waved and greeted him. Mr. Mime, having recovered, looked at Lin Xuan with some curiosity, since no one usually came here.

When was the last time you saw an outsider?

That must have been several months ago, which explains why the Mr. Mime reacted that way when it saw Lin Xuan.

Then the Mr. Mime quickly gathered up the cleaning tools in his hand and beside him, and with a "whoosh," he ran out of the room.

"Let's rest first, we can talk about the rest tomorrow."

Lin Xuan wasn't given time to ask further questions, but some leeway was left for her.

"Or you can try my soup. I'll tell you in advance if you have a bowl."

The old man smiled and, seemingly from nowhere, produced a wooden bowl, gesturing towards Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan said almost without the slightest hesitation:

Goodnight, senior. See you tomorrow!

Lin Xuan and the little ones rushed into the room quickly. Ibu even thoughtfully took the still-recovering Xiao Su and Poison Baby with them.

The room wasn't large, but it had everything you needed, and even thoughtfully included a TV, perfectly replicating the decor of a typical hotel. The only problem was...

"What's the point of having a TV if they don't even provide a power outlet?"

Lin Xuan twirled the TV cord in her hand and couldn't help but complain, "So this is really just for decoration? Adding a touch of romance to the otherwise monotonous life on the road to victory?"

Little Dot volunteered to grab one end of the wire. Was losing power such a big deal? He could generate his own electricity anyway.

But Lin Xuan only glanced at him sideways when she saw this.

"Do you think there's any signal in a place like this? Otherwise, they wouldn't have even provided a power outlet. It feels like the clerk or that senior outside has some kind of weird sense of humor."

Lin Xuan felt that her guess was probably pretty accurate.

But Xiao Dian still insisted on giving it a try, since she had nothing else to do anyway.

However, to Lin Xuan's surprise, after the small device was powered on, there were indeed some things inside, but they were not quite the same as what should have appeared under normal circumstances.

The person appearing in the video is still the president, wearing the uniform of Jinhui Dojo, and is in a white room.

Lin Xuan and Ibrahimovic stared at the TV with bewildered expressions. Why did it feel like they could see Qin Guan's image everywhere on the road to the championship?

However, they were still quite curious about what Qin Guan was going to do in the video, so they watched from the side. Lin Xuan even reminded Xiao Dian to control the current and not let the video cut out.

However, Lin Xuan had a bad feeling that what was in there wasn't anything of substance.

Soon, the president in the video started moving, his body dancing with a special movement. Lin Xuan's eyes changed instantly as he watched the video. Could there really be something unusual here?

Could this be some kind of legendary meditation method?

It's not impossible, but out of caution, Lin Xuan picked up the remote control and pressed fast forward. Soon, the president in the video started making those poses very quickly, like a ghost, and soon the video came to an end, with a sentence appearing at the bottom.

[The 37th set of broadcast gymnastics exercises, created by Qin Guan]

This was followed by a smile on Qin Guan's face, which seemed to carry a hint of mockery.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath. Fortunately, he had expected it. Sure enough, nothing the president did was worthwhile.

Besides this video, the TV couldn't watch anything else; there was no signal at all. So Little Dot quickly released its grip, and the TV instantly turned off.

"Luckily I was alert, I almost got scammed again. Time for bed!"

Lin Xuan clapped her hands and then spoke directly.

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The next day, Lin Xuan was woken up by a knock on the door. When she opened the door, she found that it was Mr. Magic who was knocking. Mr. Magic was holding a plate with a pancake, a bowl of porridge, and even a small dish of pickled vegetables on it.

"Is this breakfast? It's quite a feast."

Lin Xuan couldn't help but laugh as he said that he had originally planned to take more mushrooms from his backpack.

Mr. Mime nodded first, then took out a small box from behind him. It had a hole in it, just big enough to fit a hand inside.

"what is this?"

"Momo!"

You're saying... this is a lottery?

Lin Xuan tried to explain, and the Mr. Mime nodded vigorously, indicating to Lin Xuan that they would have to draw six lots in total.

"What is this lottery for?"

The Mr. Mime didn't tell Lin Xuan about this; it just kept urging Lin Xuan to draw quickly.

"Alright alright."

Just as Lin Xuan was about to put her hand in, she was bumped away by Eevee, who popped out from the side.

"Boy!"

Let me do this!

Ibrahimovic looked eager to try his luck; how could he entrust such a lottery-based event to Lin Xuan?

It should definitely be handed over to him!

"Let me make this clear first: if you don't get anything good when you draw it, you're doomed."

Lin Xuan had warned Ibrahimovic beforehand, but Ibrahimovic remained confident about the matter.

"Boy!"

Don't worry, I'll definitely get you an SSR!

Ibu quickly used his superpowers to grab six slips of paper, each with a number written on it, the largest being 86 and the smallest being 7.

Lin Xuan didn't understand what this meant, and then the old man came out from behind the Mr. Mime.

"Looks like everyone's finished? Then come with me."

So what do these fortune slips mean?

Lin Xuan followed along, asking curiously.

"Each number corresponds to a Pokémon, which means... the Pokémon you'll be using today!"

Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was happening.

"So, I can't use my own Pokémon today, and I have to use these that I drew?"

Lin Xuan glanced at the slips of paper with numbers written on them, but he didn't yet know which Pokémon each number corresponded to.

"That's right, defeat me with the Pokémon you draw, and you'll pass. But don't worry, you have three chances. If you fail, you can draw again. If the Pokémon you draw isn't very good... then there's nothing I can do."

The old man smiled and quickly led Lin Xuan to another room. Upon entering the room, a huge display case came into view, filled with a large number of Poké Balls, numbered from one to one hundred, meaning there were a total of one hundred Poké Balls.

"So you're using the six Pokémon I just drew?"