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

A rich aroma was steaming in the quaint and elegant noodle shop. Tian Mengru lowered her eyes and stared at the Yangchun noodles in the blue and white porcelain bowl, picking up the tangled noodles with the tip of her chopsticks.

When Wu Ling'er and Xiao Xiao broke into the private room holding microphones, she was putting the noodles covered with sauce into her mouth, her movements frozen in mid-air.

"Um...I'm eating."

Tian Mengru put down her chopsticks helplessly.

&34;I'm so sorry, Ms. Tian Mengru! &34;

Wu Linger bowed slightly, and Dayu considerately dimmed the camera to avoid the bright light disturbing the meal, "We promise it will only take five minutes."

Tian Mengru put down her chopsticks, and her silk cheongsam slid over the back of the chair as she leaned back, revealing the warm luster of the jade bracelet on her wrist.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and raised her slender eyebrows: "Please hurry up. If we delay any longer, the dough will clump together and the essence of this bowl of intangible cultural heritage hand-rolled noodles will be ruined."

In the hot air, Wu Linger opened the interview book: "Among the candidates for the Chinese Superstar, you are the only one who signed up for this year's Chinese Men's Championship. Can you talk about your original intention of participating in the competition?"

"Original intention?"

Tian Mengru tapped the table with her fingers, and the porcelain bowl made a crisp sound.

"Maybe...too idle?"

She has always been An Qing's bodyguard. An Qing has been staying in the imperial capital recently. Instead of guarding that quiet ancestor, she might as well find some excitement.

Anyway, Hua Xia Meng's registration fee is not expensive, but the registration requirements are strict, and she just meets the requirements, and the prize money is also generous.

Xiaoxiao almost dropped the recorder on the ground, but Wu Linger quickly asked: "As a veteran candidate, do you think you have the confidence to win the championship?"

&34;Old...old brand?&34;

Tian Mengru's eyelashes trembled, and her carefully painted red lips were pursed into a straight line, "Maybe."

"Then you..."

Before she finished her words, Wu Linger's pupils suddenly shrank, and she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure flashing outside the glass door.

"Ms. Tian, ​​please enjoy your meal. We won't disturb you any more!"

She dragged Xiaoxiao, who was still in a daze, towards the door, and Dayuguai stumbled after her in a panic.

Only steaming hot air remained in the private room. Bewildered, Tian Mengru stared at the carved wooden door that had been slammed shut. She silently scooped up the clumped noodles in the bowl, her mouth twitching.

~~

On the streets just as dusk falls, neon signs light up one after another.

Wu Linger dragged Xiaoxiao to hide under the paulownia tree. Dayuguai's hands trembled restlessly as he scanned the surrounding scene 360 ​​degrees.

"Sister Wu, what are you hiding from?"

Xiaoxiao struggled to shake off her hand, her delicate brows furrowed into knots.

Wu Linger suddenly covered her mouth and lowered her voice: "Shh! Guess who I saw in the contestant channel just now?"

&34;Who is it?&34;

"Lin Yi!"

Xiaoxiao took out the list, and the cold light of the phone screen reflected on her face. When she turned to the page of "Lin Yi", she stared at the boy with sharp eyebrows and eyes in the photo, "Little Phoenix King Cup champion? This name sounds familiar..."

&34;Sound familiar?!&34;

Wu Ling'er almost jumped up, and Dayu hurriedly stabilized the camera.

Her thoughts instantly went back to that thrilling night two years ago - in the pouring rain in Qinghai City, Zeraora, covered in blood, under the command of the boy, used Z-Move to tear open the darkness and close the Ultra Hole. The scene is still engraved in her memory.

"Do you know how old he is? Less than 34 years old!"

&34;What's so strange about this?&34;

Xiao Xiao swiped the list and said, "Aren't there three contestants of similar age this year? The brother and sister of the Jiang family, and the nephew of King Lu..."

&34;Completely different!&34;

Wu Linger snatched the phone and poked Lin Yi's information with her fingertips. "Those three people took the alliance's special approval channel. They can participate in the competition with family endorsement. But Lin Yi——"

She took a deep breath, her voice filled with uncontrollable excitement, "He signed up through the formal channels!"

The leaves of the sycamore trees rustled, and the evening breeze brought the aroma of street food stalls.

Xiaoxiao suddenly froze, her fingertips covered with nail polish unconsciously stroking the list: "Formal channels mean..."

&34;It means you need to collect eight badges and pass the professional trainer certification! &34;

Wu Linger's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Foreign players must go through the league's screening to register, and domestic players must meet these rigid requirements. Have you ever seen a trainer under the age of 34 who can make it this far on his own?"

"A professional trainer under the age of twenty..."

Xiaoxiao's hands trembled slightly as she clutched the list, and she finally understood why Wu Linger had lost her composure like that.

&34;It's a pity that he got away.&34;

She sighed and turned off the camera, "If I could interview Lin Yi about his views on the Z move, and how to pass the professional assessment in such a short time..."

"Ok?"

Lin Yi stopped in confusion and looked back at the dense crowd.

Did he hear someone calling his name? Was it an illusion?

&34;You must have heard it wrong.&34;

He shook his head, turned and walked into the quaint Hui-style building.

The carved wooden door made a ding-dong sound when it was pushed open, and the mellow aroma of sandalwood mixed with rice wine wafted in the air, isolating the hustle and bustle of the street from outside.

The warm yellow palace lanterns in the private room were swaying. Lou Fufeng was picking up a piece of drunken crab with silver chopsticks, while Lu Feng was holding a celadon wine pot and pouring wine into the cup. When the two saw him come in, they stopped moving at the same time.

&34;Oh? You are here at last.&34;

Lou Fufeng put down his chopsticks and put on his glasses without knowing when. The gold-rimmed glasses flashed under the light. "If you don't come soon, this dish of aged Huadiao drunken shrimp will be eaten up by Lu Feng."

&34;You're eating before I even get here?&34;

Lin Yi unceremoniously pulled out the rosewood chair, and the hem of his clothes swept across the table, making a rustling sound.

"Who told you to come so late?"

Lu Feng pushed the wine glass in front of him, and the water droplets condensed on the wall of the glass spread out dark water marks on the mahogany table top.

Lin Yi's eyes lit up, and he picked up the wine glass without saying a word, and the spicy wine burned down his throat.

&34;Phew...refreshing!&34;

He wiped the corner of his mouth, and a long-lost smile appeared in his eyes.

In the past six months, Lin Yi has been living a life of training during the day and going home to sleep at night. Not to mention drinking, he even asks Ye Feng to help him play games. How can he have such a pleasant time?

Lu Feng held the duck in sauce with his chopsticks suspended in the air, with undisguised amazement in his eyes:

"You are really awesome, you got certified as a professional trainer, plus you collected badges from eight major gyms... you managed to get all these crazy conditions?"

Lin Yi leaned against the carved chair, playing with the celadon wine glass with his slender fingers: "If I had known that I could go through the alliance's special approval channel, why would I have struggled so hard?"

This made Louvre take off his gold-rimmed glasses and wipe them. The look behind the lenses was meaningful: "Didn't your father tell you?"

&34;I only found out about this after you let it slip last night!&34;

Lin Yi took a sip of wine in a bad mood, "I called my dad this morning and asked him about it. He actually said that he thought I knew and that I just wanted to experience the orthodox challenge..."

Before he finished speaking, a burst of laughter broke out in the private room.

The laughter died down, and Lin Yi suddenly looked at Lu Fufeng seriously: "Tell me, President Lu organized a party in his busy schedule, it can't be as simple as inviting us to dinner, right?"

Lu Feng stopped smiling and looked at Lou Fufeng suspiciously: "That's right, you're so busy that you don't even answer the phone, and you suddenly have time to treat us to a meal? Tell me, why do you want us to be the scapegoat?"

"What kind of sucker? Am I that kind of person?"

"Yes!" they said in unison.

Lou Fufeng held his forehead and sighed: "Okay, I'm afraid of you. To be honest, the Lu Group has recently developed a new product, and I would like to ask you to help promote it during your stay in Huaxia Meng."

Lu Feng frowned and pushed the clean crab shell aside: "Then why don't you look for Jiang Ruoli?"

His words also aroused Lin Yi's interest. He leaned back in his chair and looked at Louvre Feng with interest.

&34;This product...&34;

Lou Fufeng paused, his bony fingers tapping out a regular rhythm on the table, "It's not convenient for Jiang Ruoli to promote it."

"Ok?"

&34;What the hell is this?&34;

Lin Yi knocked on his glass and said, "Don't keep us in suspense."