I'm not a supporting character in Pokemon

Suicide attacks by both.

The steel-armored crow staggered to his feet, flapped his wings to shake off the dust on his body, and drew a pause.

The opponent's Picosi fell in a sunken pit, his body covered with mud and grass, and his eyes turned into mosquito coils.

Obviously.

The steel-armored crow withstood one hundred thousand volts, but Picoxi could not withstand the iron head.

The referee blew the whistle quickly.

The opponent's expression suddenly turned dark.

The melon-eaters all marveled, watching as the steel-armored crow shrugged its neck, clawed its claws bit by bit, and proudly crawled back through the hole, with white feathers slowly floating around its body.

Returning to Yuqi is extremely natural and extremely stable.

"If I hadn't played against Pan Chun, I would really believe that her Picoxi had no output."

"Isn't the extra durability too much? Full durability?"

"Can it break the guardrail with full durability? Try it!"

"Does his day have forty-eight hours? How could he cultivate so many elves in just three and a half years?"

"Don't think about it, people are different."

"How come everyone can kill his elf."

Off the field.

The voices of countless people sounded loudly, and with each additional word, the opponent's face turned pale.

Losing to a new student, even if he was very famous and had many people paying attention, Pan Chun would not think it was such a glorious thing.

On the contrary, it was shameful and embarrassing.

It's not that he looks down on Li Xiang, but he looks down on himself.

What have you done in the four years since you entered school? ?

Are you training hard and concentrating on improving yourself?

the answer is--

No.

Yes, I worked hard and took it seriously.

She could comfort herself like this.

But the result?

He couldn't even join the reserve team of the school team.

I didn't take advantage of any of the four opportunities I had.

Obviously when they entered the school, everyone was a proud man from all over the world, and they were the number one in the basic college.

Everyone is the same, no one has made the school team, does she still want to deceive herself with such words?

She raised her head and looked at Li Xiang not far away.

This boy was hostile to many students in Wudu, including her, and everything he did was posted on the forum.

The battle process and the elf he held were also watched and ridiculed by everyone.

If it were her, she would have been so panicked that she didn't know what to do.

However.

Such a minor child.

But he can still maintain his original intention and do what he should do most.

--effort.

I recall those posts where I was photographed running in the early hours of the morning, but was called a show; I trained until late at night, and was ridiculed as pretentious; practicing martial arts by the lake was thought to be a show-off.

Pan Chun suddenly understood why Li Xiang's elf was so powerful.

Can my efforts really be called efforts?

Have I pushed myself and my little elf to the limit to pursue new breakthroughs?

Did I once jog in the dark before the sun rose?

Maybe there is.

But that was a long, long time ago.

Now, I am content with the status quo and follow the trend to participate in the trials to show my determination. I think in my heart how good it would be if I was lucky enough to join the reserve team.

Oh, luck.

All the things that should be paid were wasted by myself.

Before entering school, she felt that the world belonged to her.

But the world waits for no one, and repeated failures and admiration made her disappear from everyone.

Ah, just graduate like this.

She had this thought more than once.

Anyway, now that I have reached the fifth level of Poké Ball, I can definitely graduate successfully and achieve financial freedom if I work hard.

It doesn't matter if you don't go to the youth competition or something, right?

Why do young trainers have to go to the youth competition? This is something that colleges and universities jointly promote and hype.

What's the use of winning? It's just to go to the memory palace.

Will the association improve the rank?

Isn't it just money?

There is no shortage at home, and I am not in a hurry to use the little money.

But.

But why.

Every time I see those people on TV, I feel envious.

Seeing the foggy school team standing on the podium, I felt happy and longing at the same time.

sometimes.

I would also hide under the quilt and cry secretly.

Why are you crying?

Obviously it doesn't have much to do with myself...

only.

I really want to stand on that stage!

Why did I come to Fog City?

How could I become like this!

I--

"I surrender."

Pan Chun bit her lower lip before the referee reminded her to release the elf.

The referee was stunned for a moment and then blew the whistle.

Off the field.

Many people complained dissatisfiedly. They also wanted to see more of Duo and Li Xiang's strength.

Why did you just give up? Are you so reluctant to fight?

Pan Chun took all these sounds into his heart, his eyes were as red as if they were stained with blood, and there were crystals shining in them.

She looked at Li Xiang and suddenly shouted: "Next year! I will come again!"

The voice was hysterical, even broken, but something was different.

At least she felt that something was different.

Victory or defeat is a foregone conclusion.

But at this moment, she was ready to start again and start again.

Together with your little elf, start working hard again.

It's not too late.

No, it's never too late.

Li Xiang was startled by his opponent's voice, but when he saw that she was about to cry, she looked extremely serious, as if she had made up her mind.

Thousands of words can be condensed into one sentence.

"OK."

He nodded and put the steel-armored crow back into the elf ball.

After all, the students in the foggy city have different moods from ordinary people, and their moods can change in any battle.

Li Xiang looked at Pan Chun's completely different aura from before, and the slight contempt in his heart disappeared again.

You are not afraid of your opponent recalling the kill, but you are afraid of your opponent bursting into flames.

You are not afraid that your opponent will explode, but you are afraid that your opponent's elf will also explode accordingly.

An idealistic life cannot be overcome by common sense, so keep it in mind.

He took a deep breath, stopped paying attention to this girl who could tell at a glance that she was extremely mentally complex, took back his card, and walked out.

Off the field.

The students still paid attention to him, one by two, in groups, and the gathering together was inexplicably terrifying.

In the past, Li Xiang might have just left here as if he didn't see it.

But today, he really had something he didn't want to say.

He said: "Watch the game with your eyes, brain and ears only, without your mouth. Didn't your teacher teach you?"

If it's an ordinary person, forget it.

It just so happened that this group of people were all students from Fog City, and they were rumored to be the favored ones of heaven.

He actually speaks out to influence others during the game, and he doesn't even know how to express his feelings?

It can be said that the quality is poor.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and the previous speakers suddenly felt like they were being scolded by insinuations.

Immediately, some irrational people shouted, "Is this your attitude when talking to your seniors? Is this what your teacher taught you?"

"Isn't it just a little stronger? Why are you so arrogant? This is only the third game!"

"The referee didn't say anything, who do you think you are?"

Li wanted to directly filter out the speeches of these people and leave the vicinity directly. Talent, strength and character cannot be equated.

No matter how good a group is, there are still people with low quality.

This is the diversity inherent in living things.

The onlookers stared at Li Xiang's back. Some left calmly, some looked at the video, and some were still shouting, but no one dared to catch up and cause trouble.

Don't look at the cheerful words, charging into battle is something only a fool can do.

After all, the school's knives are still very sharp, and fighting and causing trouble can easily result in demerits and credit deductions.

It's another matter to argue with each other verbally.

…

Down in three rounds.

Li Xiang roughly understood the strength stratification of Fog City.

Leave aside grades and refinements.

Roughly divided into:

Ordinary students - outstanding students - reserve - alternative - main selection.

in.

The people I met in the first three rounds were all ordinary students, whose strength was barely passable and worthy of the title of Fog City.

But I don’t have enough self-motivation. In normal training, I can only say that I “do my duty” and don’t slack off.

After that, students who have the ability and potential to enter the reserve force are collectively called outstanding students.

This group of people will be Li Xiang's strong competitors in this trial. They are motivated and willing to work hard.

Usually, Li Xiang encounters this group of people the most in the battlefield.

Needless to say about the remaining three classes.

Master Wudu.

There are roughly five types of people.

at present.

Li Xiang basically stabilized the first type of people. People at this level began to slowly shut up when they saw his strength.

There will definitely still be bullshit, but it will be much less than before.

Next, there are people from the elite class.

The majority of these people are "taciturn" and do not often visit forums, but they can be seen in the school team's true love posts or technical discussion posts.

Not too much nonsense, and no watery comments.

After many years, the forum level may not be as high as that of a second or third grader.

After all, all the time I spent on water stickers was used to train my elf.

"Why does it feel like fighting monsters?"

Li Xiang changed into a comfortable position and enjoyed the kneading of his flesh balls on his shoulders and neck.

The massage level of Blazing Roaring Tiger is getting better and better.

Could it be that you have done some special training?

These guys are getting more and more crooked.

night.

The third round of selection is all over.

The number of participants has once again dropped sharply, and those who are not strong enough are basically eliminated, leaving only those who deserve vigilance.

Freshmen here.

Two more were eliminated.

The people Li wanted to know were all still strong, which surprised him. Are they all so lucky?

Maybe he underestimated them.

"The fourth round, the fourth round."

He turned on his phone and flipped through the information sent by Lu Shu.

The new opponent is another fourth-year student, but his quality is obviously much better than the one he met in the first round.

An elf who is good at poison attributes.

Hey...

What kind of luck do you think this is?

Normal, fighting, fairy, poison, maybe the fifth round is not ground or super power?

There is something wrong with this school’s matching system!

Although I am not afraid of it.

"Tiehanhan!"

He shouted at the location of the study!

"No-ta!"

Your Tiehanhan - is here!

Like lightning, a huge silver crab slid out of the room like an ice skate. Its dark golden eyes looked at Li Xiang.

"No da? No da!"

What are your orders? Do you want us to play tomorrow?

Li Xiang twitched his lips and said, "Yes, but you have to be calm and don't get too excited."

"No!"

Thank you for your trust in the organization! Guaranteed to complete the task!

Metagross raised his silver arms with a serious look on his face.

"go Go."

Li Xiang waved his hand, and Metagross slid back into the study.

on the back.

The Blazing Roaring Tiger, who was concentrating on the massage, glanced at the back of Li Xiang's head. After thinking about it for a while, he still didn't take the picture.

Just wait patiently, there will definitely be a chance for you to play.