Elf: Fortunately, I have a Ten Thousand Realms Simulator

In a room in the hotel.

Juan Juan Er got off his yoga ball, ran to the bed and tugged on Lu Li's trousers.

"Mi~"

Lu Li, who was browsing station B, paused the video, took out a bottle of Moo Moo Milk from his bag and handed it over:

"There's no microwave in the hotel room, so it's not easy to heat. I'll just have to drink room temperature today."

The little guy sniffed with dissatisfaction, but he still drank the milk honestly.

Seeing the little guy showing such a little expression, Lu Li couldn't help but rub its little head in a funny way:

"Let's make do with it, it's only ten days. By then, as long as we achieve our goal, you will have the Bell of Comfort to wear."

"Milu..." (??v﹏v??)

Is this thing called the Soothing Bell really that great?

With such doubts, the little guy fell into a deep sleep after drinking the milk.

Noticing this, Lu Li chuckled, then stood up, turned off the light in the room, hugged the little guy and closed his eyes together.

It is indeed time to rest, there is still a game to play tomorrow.

…………

Because the eighth game started at three o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Li was not in a hurry.

I even took a nap after lunch, and it wasn’t until about [-]:[-] that I came to the arena with my curled ears that had finished warming up.

"There are quite a lot of people..."

As soon as I stepped into the Youth Olympic Stadium, all kinds of sounds came one after another.

Some people are lamenting which region has a rare elf.

Some people were cheering for their smooth promotion. During this period, there were occasionally one or two strange things. They felt that they were unlucky to encounter a powerful elf, so they asked the referee for a rematch.

After staring at the exposed ring and joining in the fun for a while, the loudspeaker inside the venue suddenly started broadcasting:

"Players participating in the eighth match, please rush to your region as soon as possible. The eighth match will start soon."

Hearing the announcement from the big loudspeaker, Lu Li stopped looking around and hurried to the F competition area with Juan Juan Er.

After watching the novices pecking each other for a while, the referee picked up the loudspeaker and called out Lu Li's competition number:

"Next, player No. 1024 will play against player No. 195. Please take the stage as soon as possible."

Hearing the referee's urging, Lu Li took a deep breath and slowly stepped onto the training ground that looked like a ring.

"Look, that one over there..."

After all, it was the girls who had rejected him who could form a reinforcement company. As soon as Lu Li came on stage, there was quite a commotion around Area F.

At the same time, Lu Li finally met his first opponent.

He was a high school boy whose hair was slicked backwards with pomade. However, because his hair was not long enough, he couldn't show off the coolness of his slicked back hair. Instead, he gave people a somewhat funny feeling.

Listening to the whispers below, Brother Beitou had some kind of beautiful misunderstanding without any conscious thought. He shook his head in a "light and gentle" manner and waved to the audience around him with style.

The referee's eyes twitched imperceptibly, and he subconsciously speeded up his speech:

"The rules of the battle are 1v1. Players from both sides are requested to send their own elves."

Because there are so many players in the venue, the competition has clear regulations prohibiting elves from being placed outside.

Upon hearing the referee's signal, Lu Li and Brother Beitou threw the Poké Balls in their hands.

After two red lights passed by, Lu Li's Curly Ears and Paras appeared on both sides of the field at the same time.

Paras is an elf with grass and insect attributes. He looks a bit like a combination of a spider and a crab. He carries two red mushrooms with light yellow spots on his back.

Hmm...it turned out to be Paras. The intelligence dealer's information was quite accurate.

Just when Lu Li was thinking about the information dealer, he heard Brother Beitou opposite him make an extremely artificial "sneer":

"No way, there are actually people who want little elves like Curly Ear, but they are the initial elves. Shouldn't I give them a direct guarantee?"

Seeing the Juan Juan Er sent by Lu Li, Brother Beitou expressed the same emotion as Guo Feifan.

In the eyes of Brother Back Tou, who feels quite good about himself, a timid and cowardly elf like Juan Juan Er is absolutely useless. No matter how capable the boy opposite is, he cannot beat his own Paras.

Hearing Brother Beitou's sneer, Lu Li didn't have much reaction.

It makes people feel uncomfortable to be ridiculed by your opponent when your strength is similar or weaker than yours. But when you are much stronger than your opponent and listen to such ridicule, you will only feel that your opponent is here to have fun for you.

Looking at Brother Beitou, who felt so good about himself, and then at Lu Li, who had remained silent and calm throughout the whole process, the referee unconsciously tilted his head towards Lu Li, and before Brother Beitou could continue to speak, he suddenly said:

"The battle begins."

Whoosh!

As soon as the referee finished speaking, he saw a brown figure suddenly flash before his eyes.

slap~

After a crisp slap, Juan Juaner stood on the field with his little head raised, while Pallas, who was carrying the head brother, was already on his back, and his big eyes turned into circles that had lost the ability to fight.

Just because Lu Li wasn't angry didn't mean that Juan Juan'er wasn't angry either. As Juan Juan'er, who had always been very understanding, the little guy knew very well that the trainer opposite had been making some disparaging remarks about him.

If attacking the trainer would not result in disqualification from the competition, the little guy would have wanted to go up and beat the opponent's trainer.

Under the influence of this emotion, the little guy just heard the referee announcing the start of the game, and he slapped almost instinctively, without even needing Lu Li's verbal command.

Today I'm going to tell you what a trainer's behavior is, and the elf pays for it.

Looking at the scene in the field, the audience below was strangely silent for a moment, and then suddenly exploded.

"Damn it, what just happened? Why is Paras lying on the ground?"

"The speed of this curling ear is too fast."

Looking at Paras lying on the ground, Brother Beitou also showed an expression of disbelief. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses and said incoherently:

"Referee, that Curl-eared dog..."

Before I even gave the battle order, my elf was already lying on the ground. Is this reasonable?

It's a pity that the referee directly ignored Brother Back Tou's question:

"Paras has lost his ability to fight, Fang Yuan No. 1024 is promoted!"

"You and I……"

Brother Beitou, you and I hesitated for a long time. Not only did we not manage to form a complete sentence, but our entire face turned the color of pig liver.

At this moment, Lu Li, who put Juan Juan Er back into the elf ball, raised his head and gave Brother Beitou one last blow:

"Guaranteed delivery, means guaranteed delivery... Well, there's nothing wrong with it!"