chsdbacks Chapter 118 Telepathy!
Chapter 118 Telepathy!
Chapter 118 Telepathy!
The corridor of the research institute.
White Boat, Gengar, Ash, and Pikachu, two people and two Pokémon, lined up like wilted eggplants, receiving Professor Oak's "loving" instruction.
"You guys."
Professor Oak rubbed his throbbing temples, looking utterly exhausted.
"They never give this old man a moment's peace! The alarm is blaring so loudly I'm about to have a heart attack!"
"I'm so sorry!"
Bai Zhou was the first to raise his head, his attitude was extremely sincere, and his eyes were so earnest that they seemed to be dripping with tears.
He darted close to Professor Oak and whispered rapidly, in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"Professor! Ash's special Pokédex—it recorded the entire battle just now, Rayquaza and Pikachu!"
"Cough cough cough!"
Professor Oak coughed suddenly, and without making a sound, took a big step back, instantly creating a safe distance between himself and Shiraishu.
His facial expression shifted dramatically, like a Sichuan opera mask changing, instantly switching to a serious and businesslike mode. He addressed the still clueless Xiao Zhi with a stern expression:
"Ash! Here—give me your Pokédex! I have some free time now, so I'll update your Pokédex data package!" He deliberately dragged out the last syllable, looking at Ash's bewildered face.
"Today is the last day for participants to submit their application materials for the Pokémon Center's main competition. If you don't go to the Pokémon Center to complete the procedures, you can expect to be automatically disqualified!"
Professor Oak originally planned to fill out Ash's contestant information himself, since he knew Ash well enough to know that Ash wouldn't care about this.
But now there's something more important to do, so let this clumsy guy go fill out the forms himself. It'll teach him a lesson.
"Huh? The last day?"
Ash jumped up instantly and frantically pulled the special Pokédex from his pocket and handed it to Professor Oak.
He scooped up the still-dazed Pikachu beside him and dashed out of the research institute with lightning speed, leaving only a blur and a shout carried on the wind.
"Professor Oak! Please, I need your Pokédex! I'll get it when I get back—" "This kid—"
Professor Oak held the Pokédex, still warm from his touch, and shook his head, looking at the empty doorway with a wry smile.
He turned to Bai Zhou and casually chatted:
"What about you? Aren't you going to join the fun? The prize money for the Spark Tournament champion—I think it's one million Alliance Coins—"
"No..."
Bai Zhou waved his hand lazily, but before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized what he meant.
He blinked, and the languid air on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a look of deep remorse and seriousness.
"Professor! You're absolutely right! Gengar has indeed been too lazy lately! As its most responsible trainer, I'm determined to correct this bad habit!"
He pulled the Gengar, which was still trying to break free, tightly into his arms and said righteously:
"Participating in the Spark Tournament and battling against powerful opponents is the best training I can receive! There's no time to lose! I'm off!"
"Feed him?!"
Gengar's large, scarlet eyes widened in disbelief.
It struggled desperately, its smoke-like body twisting wildly, trying to break free from the white boat's clutches, so desperate that it even stuck out its tongue.
Slander!
He's slandering me!
Bai Zhou forcefully suppressed the attack, scooped up Gengar and tucked it into his waistband, then hurriedly bid farewell to Professor Oak.
"Professor! There's no time to lose, I have to go first. Gengar's future depends on this tournament! I'll be going now!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already transformed into a whirlwind, chasing after the direction in which Ash had disappeared.
Professor Oak stood with his hands on his hips, watching the doorway where the two had disappeared, a helpless smile on his face.
"These two children"
Pokémon Center.
On the last day of submitting materials for the main competition of the Spark Tournament, trainers who qualified from the preliminary rounds lined up in long queues, and the shouts of various Pokémon rose and fell, creating a noisy and chaotic atmosphere.
Bai Zhou chased after him relentlessly, and with his physique that was practically at the limit of human potential, he almost lost track of Xiao Zhi.
"Pfft—No wonder he's a super rookie!"
Shirazu sighed, finally understanding what it meant to be a humanoid Pokémon.
After finally squeezing through the Pokémon Center's doors, as expected, Ash and Pikachu had already disappeared into the vast crowd.
"well-.-"
Bai Zhou sighed helplessly and resigned himself to joining a line that looked relatively shorter.
Just as he was idly counting the heads in front of him—
people...
A faint, timid voice suddenly rang out in Bai Zhou's heart without warning.
Ok?
Bai Zhou raised his eyebrows, the usual laziness in his eyes receding like the tide, and he maintained his queuing posture without making a sound, while his peripheral vision quickly and discreetly scanned the entire hall.
A person is begging you—to help me.
The childish female voice rang out again, filled with helpless trembling and deep fear.
Telepathy!
Poachers! They're nearby!
Bai Zhou made a judgment instantly.
There was a long line at Nurse Joy's front desk, mostly young trainers with injured or exhausted Pokémon waiting for treatment. The atmosphere was anxious but pure.
There were a few trainers resting in the rest and dining area, so the possibility of poachers having their "goods" and eating peacefully is extremely low, so we can rule that out.
A figure near the exit of the medical area caught Bai Zhou's attention.
It was a woman wearing a large, dark cloak.
The hem of the cloak was stained with obvious mud and grass clippings, and the edges were even worn, clearly indicating that it had undergone a rather arduous long journey.
She walked quickly, her head down, almost completely hiding her face in the shadow of her hood, revealing only her taut jawline.
Most suspiciously, she strode out of the side door of the medical area, but instead of heading to the front desk or rest area, she walked straight towards the less crowded back-office corridor.
Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Zhou's face switched to an expression of extreme anxiety.
While muttering "Oh no, I'm going to be late," he pretended to be impatient and squeezed out of the line, rushing towards the back door that the woman must pass through.
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry! I'm in a rush to submit my documents, the deadline is approaching! Please excuse me!"
Bai Zhou precisely calculated the angle and force, and "accidentally" with considerable momentum, he crashed solidly into the side of the cloaked woman's shoulder!
"you!"
The woman was jolted by the impact, nearly falling over. Her hood tilted slightly, revealing half of her pale, angry face.
She looked up abruptly, about to burst into a tirade, when her gaze met Bai Zhou's handsome face, which was filled with panic and deep apology.
The foul language that was about to come out was stuck in his throat.
Wow....—.So handsome.—..—·