I'm not a supporting character in Pokemon

after.

Li Xiang contacted Qu Sheng and Yang Tianwang again.

Compared to Fog University, Magic City University, a school that has been at the global level for three consecutive years, is undoubtedly more stringent in school team selection.

Competition is also greater.

In comparison, although the two teenagers came from the youth training camp and were ranked in the top 100, they still couldn't squeeze into the reserve team in the first semester.

However.

If they can't do it, others can.

"Zheng Duowen, I don't know if you have noticed. He is the second in our class. He is very strong. Most senior seniors are no match for him!" You have to be careful with this guy! 』

Yang Tianwang is revealing information among the ants.

"I think it's better to be careful of him than to be careful of you, Brother Yang, when can we meet on the field?" 』

"Next year will be sure and next year will be sure. This year I was unlucky. I met a sixth grader, a bunch of crazy people. Both the man and the elf were as if they were desperate for their lives. I really can't do it. 』

"What about Qu Sheng?" 』

"He lost to Zheng Duowen in the final. 』

"Damn, this is such bad luck!" 』

"I said the same thing, but the reality is like this. I don't know what the school thinks about the civil war in the first grade. Is it just random? 』

As Yang Tianwang was typing, he began to speak, sarcastically mocking the principal of Magic City.

It's not surprising that he was like this. Two first-year students reached the finals, and there were only twenty or thirty contestants in total. The points were divided by the school. No wonder he thought too much.

He felt that the school was forcing opportunities for old students and that new students still had time.

As a good friend of Qu Sheng, Yang Tianwang naturally wanted to complain about him, but it was just a complaint.

After all, according to the contract they signed before, they can directly enter the reserve team in the second grade.

Chatted for a while.

Li Xiang closed the window and lamented that it was difficult to get along with any of the six major companies.

I heard that Luo Dayou, like Fang Xin, failed to join the reserve team of the school team. It was indeed too difficult to compete with senior students.

Especially the top three companies. They can occupy global-level quotas all year round, so they naturally have something to offer.

It's still great in Yuzhou. Look, Lin Feng even met the champion, signed autographs, took photos, and even played friendly matches.

There is really no one else in this kind of situation, other children can’t even envy her.

…

afternoon.

Do consider giving the Blazing Roaring Tigers a good rest.

Li Xiang deliberately reduced the number of battles.

He even left early after playing only two games.

The reserve players who were looking forward to who would be unlucky today were a little uncomfortable.

Some people wonder if he has a bad stomach.

Or maybe the elf is in bad shape?

Anyway.

A series of rumors spread among them.

But it will not affect Li Xiang himself.

At this time, he was being pestered by Gong Xu. While practicing doubles coordination, he complained that he could not be on the stage of the youth competition as a doubles player.

This guy has no interest in singles at all. If Xu He hadn't forced him to familiarize himself with the environment first, this ignorant guy would probably give up.

Because he felt it was a waste of time.

"Then... what are you going to do after graduation? Official matches are singles, and there are no doubles official matches."

Li Xiang looked at the aggrieved blond boy and asked in a low voice.

"So I plan to be a master first, and after I have a certain say, I will call on the trainers to pay more attention to doubles, just like the coordinating trainers back then!"

Gong Xu said with burning eyes.

Coordinating trainers generally refer to trainers who participate in a series of competitions that are both ornamental and competitive, such as Pokémon Contests and Pokémon Exhibitions.

Compared with "barbaric and rough" battles, coordination trainers pay more attention to the charm of the elf itself and use a series of performances to present it to the audience.

But a long time ago, coordination trainer was a low-level profession, no one paid attention to it, and no one cared about it.

The way the elf shows off his own beauty is even more ridiculous.

But in the end, with the support of several master trainers, the career of coordination trainers gradually developed.

Until now.

The number of coordination trainers tends to rival those of trainers.

After all, compared to trainers with high thresholds and high investment, the threshold required to coordinate trainers will be lower.

The requirements for combat effectiveness are not that high.

There are many popular movie stars who are coordinated trainers, including their elves.

Gong Xu's intention is to copy the success of the coordination trainer.

"Young man, I like you very much!"

Li Xiang patted him on the shoulder. It is a good thing to have dreams. There is no difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish.

For ordinary people, forget it. With Gong Xu's family background, talent and execution ability, it may not be impossible to achieve it.

This kid is completely single-minded.

have nothing to say.

…

And when Li Xiang finished his doubles practice and went home to repair himself, he left a bunch of elves behind.

I was so bored that I went next door to see Song Jie for a visit.

Unexpected.

I got a "closed door".

This guy is not at home!

This is strange, this guy Song Jie has not been out once in a month.

It's a holiday today and no one is around?

Hanging out with his sister? It's not impossible. With Abigail and the others' character of going shopping whenever they have free time, how can they not go on a rare holiday?

Song Jie was the one who carried their bags.

Think so.

Li Xiang couldn't help but began to mourn for the white-haired boy.

Dozens of miles away.

The top of a skyscraper.

In a luxuriously decorated private room.

On a dining table decorated with white cloth.

Song Jie covered his mouth with a napkin and sneezed slightly.

"People who are not young should pay more attention to their health."

From the main seat, a deep baritone voice came over.

Song Jie looked sideways and saw a handsome, middle-aged man with combed back hair sitting at the main table, holding a silver knife and fork in his hand.

That was his father, Song Cheng, the head of Jinnan Mining.

"Yes, Xiao Jie, I heard that the spring games are coming soon. You still have a chance to play. You can't not pay attention to your health."

To Song Cheng's right, a young man who was somewhat similar to Song Jie, but had black hair and brown pupils with a hint of pink in his eyes said warmly.

This is his brother-Song Shen, the appointed successor of Jinnan Mining Industry.

"Okay, I know."

Song Jie nodded and looked at his sister who looked dignified, but was actually distracted and quickly divided the food in her hand into dozens of portions.

When Song Cheng, the host, heard that Song Jie was about to come on the stage, he couldn't help but said, "Oh? Why didn't I hear you say that?"

"It's something that was just decided today. It's just an appearance. It's not worth mentioning."

Facing his father, Song Jie wanted to show off to him, but after thinking about it again, he decided to forget it.

He could understand a successful businessman whose wife was seriously ill but could still stick to his job, make the company prosperous, and earn money to give them a prosperous life, but he did not dare to expect too much.

Song Cheng looked at his youngest son's taciturn look, and the movements of his hands stopped slightly.

Talk about it.

If it weren't for chance, they wouldn't have had the chance to sit at the same table to eat.

He really wanted to tell Song Jie that if he had time, he would go and watch the scene.

But considering the schedule arranged by the secretary, this sentence cannot be said.

More expectation, more disappointment.

"come on."

After thinking for a long time, he could only say this sentence.

"Thanks."

Song Jie nodded and expressed his gratitude to his dear father.

Song Shen looked at his father, then at Song Jie, and couldn't help but kick Anya.

"Huh? Ah! It tastes good! It's delicious!"

Anya smiled brightly as if she had just woken up from a dream, and looked at the three people present.

After discovering that all three of them had surprised faces.

Her expression suddenly fell, and she said dissatisfiedly to Song Shen: "Brother! You have something to say!"

"You've ruined the food like this, why can't I remind you? It's a shame to waste food."

Song Shen gestured with his eyes to the plate of food that was ruined by Anya.

In fact, he just wanted to change the subject and dispel the awkward atmosphere at the dinner table.

"That's how I like to eat."

Anya was extremely ladylike, but she also wiped out the food on the plate very quickly. She wiped her pink lips with a napkin and said, "I'm full. Please continue."

This guy actually retreated directly from the family banquet.

Song Cheng frowned slightly, "Why are you going?"

"A date with your niece."

Anya bowed slightly to Song Cheng, "Father, your daughter will leave for now."

Say it.

No matter what Song Cheng's reaction was, he walked out directly from the door opened by the servant.

"This girl is getting worse and worse." Song Shen stood up and tried to chase her, but was stopped by Song Cheng.

"Forget it, let her go."

"...Dad." Song Shen hesitated for a moment and slowly sat back.

Song Cheng shook his head and said: "She is more like your mother, with a stubborn personality——"

boom!

The crisp sound of knives and forks on the dinner plate.

Song Jie stood up boldly, looked at his father and brother, his eyes widened, and said seriously: "I'm full!"

"Xiao Jie!" Song Shen frowned, "What are you causing trouble again!"

"I'm stuffed."

Song Jie repeated, picking up the schoolbag next to him, "I'm back to school, my classmates are waiting for me."

"Xiao Jie!"

Song Shen was not willing to let this hard-won family dinner end hastily. He stepped forward and took Song Jie's arm, "There are still dishes not served. Can you have some more? You are growing."

His voice softened unconsciously.

"I've eaten enough, thank you, brother." There was a hint of alienation in Song Jie's pale pink eyes.

Song Shen didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Go, go back. That classmate of yours is called Li Xiang, right? It's good to get closer to him."

Song Cheng's voice sounded.

Song Shen turned his head and looked at his father, who was still sitting calmly and calmly. He hesitated for a moment and let go of his hand.

"Goodbye, big brother, dad." Song Jie nodded to them and left from the door.

Never looked back.

"..."

Song Shen was speechless and sat back down silently.

"The two siblings are still worried about what happened when your mother was seriously ill."

Song Cheng put down the knife and fork, wiped the debris from his mouth, and sighed, "It's my responsibility, there's nothing to argue with."

"dad."

Song Shen couldn't help but said: "But Xiaoya and the others can't just let it go forever!"

Others don’t know, but he doesn’t know?

My good sister once lost confidence in men and turned around and fell into the arms of women.

The younger brother Song Jie was taciturn. He left home on his own initiative when he was only eleven years old and returned to his mother's city to go to school.

In recent years, I have become a lot more cheerful and talk more.

"Let's wait two years. After two years, it's time to find a way to solve Xiaoya's physical problems."

Song Cheng pushed the dinner plate in front of him to Song Shen, "The two siblings are not happy, let's eat, it will be fine."

"Okay." Song Shen nodded as he looked at his father, who was getting older and had deep nasolabial folds.

Anya must not be allowed to make the same mistakes as her mother!