Pokémon the Second Reality

Because you are trash.

Six large scarlet characters suddenly appeared on Mo Yi's retina. No matter how Mo Yi turned his eyes, turned his head and closed his eyes, they firmly occupied Mo Yi's field of vision, making it look particularly terrifying.

"Do you think you have power? Do you think you are powerful?"

The speed of his voice suddenly increased, and at the same time, the scene in front of Mo Yi changed.

The big red characters disappeared, and what appeared in Mo Yi's sight was an empty lobby.

“Do you think that the person who entrusted you with the banging clown in the Ultra Ball is your power?

Ridiculous. You don't have this power at all, but you want to use it?

That is not your power at all, you are just a clown without power. "

Suddenly, everything in Mo Yi's field of vision turned gray, and at the same time, figures appeared around him.

Mo Yi stood in the crowd.

At this time, Mo Yi recognized where this place was.

This is the lecture hall of the Supreme Academy!

"Look, that guy on the stage has only such a little talent and the adaptability of ordinary attributes. It's really ridiculous. Tell me, how dare he stand in a row with those talented people."

"Hey, you can't say that. Maybe he comes from a wealthy family and his family is powerful. But if this person doesn't even have money, he dares... Ha, then I can only say... ..."

"He's a clown."

"It's the clown."

Next to Mo Yi, two students were chatting and looking at the stage.

On the stage, next to the testing machine, Mo Yi, who was all gray, stood there, his hand pressed on the testing ball, his eyes dull.

The real Mo Yi in the audience was silent.

He looked at the faint light emitting from the ball and sighed.

"What, do you understand? You're just a clown who keeps trying to show off next to someone with real power."

"Oh, is it?"

Mo Yi chuckled and looked at the ceiling of the reporting hall:

"You are saying these things to me just because you want to use the fact that I don't have a warrior talent to hit me. Sorry, I don't care if I have such a talent."?

"Oh? Did you believe what that person said to comfort you?"

After the words fell, the scene in the gray report hall changed rapidly. People on and off the stage moved around faster, and soon another scene appeared in front of Mo Yi's eyes.

It was at the end of the talent test, walking among the crowd, facing the cynicism of the people around him, that Xiao Ming said to him:

"Remember, it's not your talent that determines your achievements, but your achievements that determine how others view your talent."

"It's really ridiculous." The voice sounded again, "Do you know who would usually say this? It's people with talents who would say it. Because in their view, talents are 'useless' , their success is not because of so-called 'talent' but because of their 'efforts'."

"But how many people in this world have tried hard but failed to succeed? I'm afraid they are countless.

There are some things that only those with talent can do.

For example, you, Mo Yi, do not have the talent to become a warrior, nor do you have any other outstanding talents. In this team, you are the weakest and most useless. Do you dare to take the second place in the team like this? "

"Uh--"

Mo Yi suddenly didn't know what to say. He just often takes longer steps, and he doesn't want to be at the front, so he often walks in second.