Pokémon: What should I do? My father-in-law always wants to tear me apart

Seeing Xiaoxiao still looking down at her phone, Wu Linger looked at the lights on the dome of the stadium and suddenly sighed:

"Do you know? In this Huaxia Meng competition that has attracted the attention of thousands of people, there is a number that all Chinese trainers are worried about."

&34;What number?&34;

Xiaoxiao responded perfunctorily, her fingertips still sliding across the screen.

&34;The percentage of Chinese trainers among the champions of the Chinese Men's Championship each year. &34;

When Wu Linger turned around, the Dayu monster automatically aimed the camera at her profile, and the microphone on its tentacles trembled slightly, "Guess?"

&34;How much can it be, half and half?&34;

Xiaoxiao threw out an answer casually and finally put down her phone.

&34;It's not even 34 percent of Chengdu.&;

Wu Linger's voice suddenly became low, and the fluorescent light on Dayuguai's chest dimmed slightly.

"Hey?"

Xiaoxiao was obviously stunned for a moment.

"In the decades since the founding of the Huaxia League, there have been only five Chinese who have stepped onto the championship podium. The most recent winner was the Dragon King Liu Yu's match seven or eight years ago."

Xiao Xiao was stunned, her carefully painted eyebrows twisted into a knot: "Impossible? I admit that in the last century, China lagged behind the world, but now China's Pokémon breeding technology and battle system are world-class. How could it be..."

&34;I also want to ask why.&34;

Wu Linger smiled bitterly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the wrinkled shell of the Dayu monster.

"Like Ruan Tianli, the fighting genius, who made it to the finals twice but was defeated at the last minute. He always swept his opponents in international tournaments."

The sudden cheers in the venue startled Bobo who was perched on the eaves.

Wu Linger took a deep breath and patted her partner's shell: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Don't forget, we have obtained a special interview permit! Before other media outlets can react, let's go backstage and block the contestants!"

&34;Oh...&34;

Xiaoxiao hurriedly grabbed the recorder and started jogging after Wu Ling'er who was walking quickly forward.

……

Passing through the bustling arena, a quiet courtyard surrounded by vine and flower walls is a world of its own.

The sunlight shines through the parasols woven from wisteria, casting mottled shadows on the white marble table.

Amy Windsor, wearing a Victorian-style gilded embroidered dress, was sipping Keemun black tea from a bone china cup. The pearl bracelet on her wrist jingled with her movements, complementing the sapphire pendant on her ear.

Two or three servants in butler uniforms stood on either side, holding silk umbrellas to shield her from the growing sunlight.

Deep in the bushes, the queen of flowers stretched out their serrated petals, entwining and playing with the beautiful flowers. The fragrance of the flowers was faintly mixed with the scent of cedar that emanated from Dorimia's body as she elegantly combed her hair.

This carefully arranged rest area wonderfully combines the sophistication of British aristocracy with the gracefulness of Chinese gardens.

&34;Oh my god...this is too luxurious...&34;

Xiaoxiao held up her phone and quietly took photos, breathing lightly unconsciously.

&34;No wonder they say that even the royal family's Pokémon have a noble air.&34;

Her eyes fell on Dorimia's smooth silver fur. Even the Pokémon's yawn looked like a painting.

Wu Linger nudged her gently, adjusted the reporter badge on her collar, and walked slowly forward with Dayu Monster.

Daewoo adjusted the camera angle tacitly and focused the viewfinder on the elegant figure in the center of the courtyard.

"Ms. Amy Windsor, I am a reporter from Newsday. Could you please tell us about your expectations for this year's China Men's Day?"

After the accompanying translator relayed the question in standard London accent, Amy gently put down the teacup.

Her deep blue eyes swept across the blooming peonies, her fingertips unconsciously stroked the gold edge of the cup, and after thinking for a moment, she uttered a string of English with an aristocratic accent.

&34;Our lady said that the flowers here are very beautiful.&34;

The translator's voice was particularly clear in the silent courtyard.

"Ok?"

Wu Linger's hand holding the recorder paused slightly, and Dayu's camera switched back and forth between the two of them.

Amy smiled gracefully and stirred the black tea with a silver spoon, as if they were not discussing the intense competition but the snacks for afternoon tea.

The queen of flowers in the courtyard suddenly sneezed, shaking off a petal and quietly breaking the slightly awkward silence.

……

"Bang bang bang."

The plastic basketball court was filled with a hot breath, accompanied by the dull sound of a heavy object hitting the ground. A nearly three-meter-tall clay giant was waving his stone arms to intercept the basketball.

Suddenly, a figure as strong as an iron tower cut into the penalty area like black lightning. Olaf, a strong man with a European face, jumped up suddenly. His muscular arms swept over the head of the clay giant. His fingertips accurately hooked the basketball. He turned and jumped the moment he landed, and the basketball drew a perfect arc and fell into the basket.

The Super Iron Rhino who was watching the game on the sidelines let out an excited roar, shaking the backboard slightly.

"Is this person's height more than two meters?"

Xiaoxiao stood on tiptoe and looked up, her eyes sweeping over the bulging muscles under Olaf's sweat-soaked vest.

&34;It's like a mobile fortress.&34;

The Big Woof beside her adjusted the lens in time to capture the scene of the fierce confrontation between the strong man and the Pokémon in the viewfinder.

As soon as Olaf left the field and unscrewed the sports bottle, Wu Linger immediately stepped forward with Dayu Monster.

"Mr. Olaf, you were eliminated in the top 128 in the China Meng last year. What is your plan for this year?"

"Click——"

The metal kettle made a teeth-grinding twisting sound in the sturdy man's hands, and it was obviously deformed.

But when he looked down and saw the two beautiful reporters, the expression under his thick brows relaxed slightly, and he spoke in a low German voice rolling from his throat.

&34;Last year was just a warm-up.&34;

Olaf pulled off the towel and wiped his neck, water drops rolling down his muscular chest muscles, "This year, I will make everyone remember my name - and my secret weapon."

He paused deliberately, a cunning light flashed in his azure eyes, and when he turned around, he patted the super iron rhino's carapace, raising a cloud of fine dust.

Wu Linger clutched the interview book and asked: "What is the secret weapon? Is it a new Pokémon?"

However, the sturdy man just grinned, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth, and rejoined the fierce basketball confrontation.

His figure was soon submerged in the steel jungle composed of clay giants and super iron rhinos, leaving only the sound of the basketball hitting the ground, echoing in the empty stadium.

&34;It seems the rhetoric failed.&34;

Wu Linger shrugged helplessly.

……

The afternoon sun shone obliquely on the glass dome of the Olympic Swimming Pool, refracting tiny spots of light onto the sparkling water.

On the lounge chair by the pool, Sophia, with her orange hair as bright as flames, was leaning lazily, water droplets slowly sliding down her wheat-colored skin, sparkling with tiny rays of light in the sun.

She was wearing a silver-blue one-piece swimsuit that outlined her graceful curves, and a Vaporeon was lying comfortably on her slender thighs, its soft fur coated with a faint halo by the sunlight.

"what idea?"

Sophia turned around when she heard the voice, with a hint of doubt in her blue eyes.

She gently combed the Vaporeon's fur with her fingertips. The Pokémon squinted its eyes comfortably, letting out a contented purr from its throat, and its tail drew an elegant arc in the air.

Wu Linger signaled Dayuguai to adjust the shooting angle and aimed the camera steadily at the scene in front of him:

"Ms. Sophia, the news about your leg injury has been circulating on the Internet recently. Considering the high-intensity fighting rules of Huaxia Meng, many people are worried about your prospects in the competition."

Sophia heard this and a confident arc appeared at the corner of her lips.

She gently lifted her feet from the pool, and the sparkling water slid down her white ankles, looking like tiny pearls in the sun:

"Those are just rumors."

She deliberately shook her flexible ankle and asked, "Look, does this look like an injury?"

"Such long legs, she can be a model."

Xiaoxiao, who was standing by, couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, her eyes fixed on Sophia's healthy and strong legs.

"Indeed, your legs are in excellent condition."

"That's right."

Sofia gently held the Vaporeon in her arms, her fingertips brushing across its wet fur, "My Pokémon and I will not let anyone down."

Her eyes became firm and sharp, as if she had seen the fierce competition on the field. "Whether it is pain or doubt, it will only make us stronger."