I Really Don’t Want To Be a Trainer

In the screen, the red dot of Rec flashes.

Looking up to the sky, Lu Ye turned his back to the camera and walked out of the boiling venue.

The mobile phone Rotom hovered around, and the water friends in the live broadcast room rushed in for the first time.

"Come on, first perspective!"

"Mr. Lu stopped playing the baby cup! (crying

"The mere king of the game, isn't it beating the baby?"

"Lu Bao killed him!!"

Lu Ye walked out of the long aisle.

The sun shines.

The audience in the stands burst into cheers in an instant.

Standing in the center of the sound, Lu Ye looked at Wu Song who was standing in front of him, suddenly feeling unreal.

A year ago, I saw the Champions League match between Gomatsu and Shirona on a TV show.

A year later, he is already standing here, challenging the strongest king of the Shenao Alliance.

Boom, boom.

No rapid heartbeat.

Lu Ye has accepted all this calmly, as real as the Poke Ball in his hand.

"'When the trainer and the Pokémon have a heart-to-heart connection, the splendid battle begins.'" Wu Song crossed his chest with one arm, entrusted the frame to the mirror, and said with a smile.

"what?"

"A novel I just read." Wu Song shrugged, "If you don't hurry up, you may not have the chance to read it."

"No..." Wu Song changed his tune and smiled indifferently: "Maybe there will be more time in the future."

Lu Ye: "...I don't plan to take over the position of Heavenly King."

Wu Song was stunned for a moment.

"No, no plans to take over?"

"I forgot to tell you before." Lu Ye said apologetically, "After a while... I plan to travel to Carlos."

"..." Wu Song stretched out a trembling hand and pushed the frame of the mirror.

Co-authored at the end-

Accepting Teacher Lu's challenge is also part of working overtime! ? (*?????)

"hurry up……"

Wu Song held his forehead with a slap, and groaned:

"Hurry up and start the battle!"

Chapter 612 Do You Know Pokémon Battles Well?

The sun shines.

The audience in the stands on all sides of the main stadium shouted in unison, which was deafening.

On the big screen standing, Lu Ye and Wu Song lighted up four Poke Balls respectively.

The Champions League adopts a 6-to-4 singles mode, which also limits the number of moves, so tactical choices are crucial.

Wu Song's burgundy suit shone in the sunlight. He held a book in his left hand and folded his arms across his chest, while his right hand supported a lavender flat mirror, trying to calm his rising blood pressure.

calm down!

This is definitely a trash talk tactic.

I can't be disturbed by Teacher Lu!

The deafening cheers all around seemed to disappear, Wu Song adjusted his breathing, and a faint smile gradually emerged.

Is this the trainer called "Tactical Man" by Dr. Ogi?

Feel sorry.

I have seen through this tactic!

Lu Ye asked tentatively, "Then you go back... Do you still have to work overtime?"

Wu Song smiled stiffly: "..."

"What is Teacher Lu talking about with King Wusong?"

Akin scratched his head curiously in the noisy spectator seats.

"Maybe it's a greeting." Xiao Yin replied.

"Is it my illusion..."

Shiba held his strong arms and narrowed his eyes slightly.

As a fighter, Sheba is extremely sensitive to the ethereal "Qi".

For superhumans, this "qi" refers to mental power. In the words of the waveguide messenger, it is the "waveguide" that exists in all things.

Shiba was acutely aware of the decline in the state of realization.

But what exactly is the reason for this?

Xiba whispered: "Could it be that Teacher Lu's psychological offensive succeeded..."

Teacher Lu just asked politely.

Similar to the daily greetings like "Have you eaten yet?"

The "Trash Talk" tactic takes effect automatically... This is probably the inherent ability of the "Tactician"!

Cheers from the stands flock to the battlefield.

The water friends waved cheerleaders in the shape of green onions, and the fans of Wu Song waved banners.

"Come on, Mr. Lu, meow!"

The trio hangs the sales bar and stands by the railing of the stands, shouting like a microphone.

Under the surprised eyes of the audience, Weng jumped out of the Poke Ball with a 'bang' and saluted:

"Shut~ Whisper!"

The referee looked back and forth between Wusong and Lu Ye, and asked with eyes if they were ready.

Lu Ye nodded lightly.

"Kou Jie~" Geng Gui didn't make his debut, but jumped from the shadow to Mr. Lu's side happily, grinning.

Who is ready?

I'm ready!

Wu Song stared at Lu Ye, the purple flat mirror refracted the luster, regaining his sanity and faith.

As the strongest king of Shenao, he appeared in Hunter J's arrest operation and the wild elves riot in Tianguan Mountain.

He is rich in reading and knowledgeable, and has full respect for Mr. Lu, who is good at tactics.

But in the same way, when the elves are fighting against each other, even scholars must fight with all their might, and their fighting spirit is burning!

Wu Song stood elegantly and nodded lightly.

"Please be prepared for both sides—"

The referee raised the flag high and quickly waved it down.

"Battle begins!"

Wu Song pushed the flat light mirror and threw the Poke Ball lightly. The lid of the ball opened and a white light flew out.

"Go, Bronze Bell!"

The white light flew to the opposing battlefield, and a bronze bell with intricate patterns emerged. The body of the bell is glowing with the ancient luster of bronze, the beams are open like arms, floating on the field, and the eyes glow with a faint red light.

One of Wu Song's signature Pokémon, the Bronze Bell.

His bronze bell is extremely good at "tricky space", because "tricky space" changes the speed of the space within the range, the sluggish elves can move faster.

For the heavy bronze bell, the "trick space" is undoubtedly the best way to control the field.

Wu Song's bronze bell also has a superb grasp of gravity. Pokémon under the control of gravity cannot avoid dodging the hypnotic beam, and will be easily hypnotized by the bronze bell.

It was with this trick that Wu Song was in no position to lose in the King's Cup.

In other words, Wu Song's tactical style of play is very similar to Mr. Lu's, both are "controlling the field with disgusting opponents" fighting style!

A series of barrages flew through the live broadcast room.

"I'm starting to get better!"

"Wusong is also an old dirty trick player."

"What a dirty trick, this is clearly a showdown against the war party! (laughs

A bronze bell floats on the grounds.

At the same moment, Mr. Lu's Poké Ball was thrown, and the field shone for a while.

"Just giggling~(o?▽?)o"

Porkby landed lightly and spread out his small hands.

Akin was about to say something, when Poketaro had appeared beside him.

"Poketaro takes good care of his sister." Ami, wearing a white dress, sat beside her and said with a smile.

"Poke~(*^▽^* Poketaro stretched out his short wings and scratched his head.

Akin: "I..."

"Poker? ("▼Ware▼ Poketaro turned his head.

Ah Jin: (⊙x⊙;)

The venue sounded a uniform "AWSL"

Wu Song frowned indistinctly when he saw Porkby who appeared on the stage.

Porkby's speed is even slower than that of the bronze bell... which is equivalent to directly blocking the feasibility of the "trick space".

Moreover, Mr. Lu may want to use Porkby's short-distance "relay" tactics to strengthen other attackers!

"...that would be too small for me."

Wu Song raised the corner of his mouth and stretched out his arm: "Bronze Bell, earthquake!"

The live broadcast room suddenly fell into an uproar.

"You super power king, start an earthquake?!"

"Expanding the attack surface...that's reasonable!"

Boom!

The bronze bell fell from the sky, like steel smashed to the ground.

The ground suddenly cracked and sunk, and the violent shock wave swayed to the direction of Pokebi, like a roaring beast, shaking up the gravel and dust in the sky!

"Porkby, hold on!" Lu Ye commanded.

"Mumbling~"

The earthquake came, and Porkby stood on the crumbling ground like a boat, so he closed his eyes and clenched his little hands, and the emerald green barrier lit up around the eggshell.

Boom!

Dust was flying and the venue was shaking.

The audience held their breath and looked at the shaking field.

The ground was broken like a cobweb, and Porkby stood in the center of the dust and smoke, waving his little hands unharmed.