New Years Eve in Pokémon World

What is it like to fail in pretending?

It will definitely be embarrassing, but how long it lasts depends on the thickness of the person's face.

Mr. White Down Jacket looked awkward for a moment, then immediately returned to normal, looking as if nothing had happened.

He directly took Matsuno's outstretched hand, then stood up, patted the water droplets on the waterproof down jacket, and handed the small bag that had been placed on his belly to Matsuno.

"Don't rush to save me yet. Just take this bag."

Looking at the backpack handed over by the man in the white down jacket, Matsuno did not accept it.

This backpack is a classic pure white nylon bag produced by Mijia. It is very light and mini, and the contents inside can even be vaguely seen through the fabric.

But the biggest problem right now isn’t the backpack.

But the gentleman in the white down jacket stood up.

Stand, get up, come, come!

You must know that they are not on ordinary land now, but on the rough sea. In this environment, the man in the white down jacket stepped directly on the sea and stood firmly. And he kept his eyes level with Matsuno.

The violent salamander was frightened again and retreated several meters, and even Matsuno and Zhu Bo above were also frightened.

Mr. White Down Jacket's smile was a little helpless: "I told you, I can't swim... It's too weird to talk to you while soaking in the water."

Zhu Bo, who was the first to react, had a slightly excited expression: "Holy shit, are you a god?"

He had never heard of any god wearing a white down jacket and carrying a Mi family backpack.

However, Mr. White Down Jacket just smiled faintly, did not reply to Zhu Bo's question, and stubbornly tried to put the backpack in Matsuno's hand.

“Have you ever heard of the story ‘The Great Trick’?”

As Mr. White Down Jacket spoke, his eyes fell on Matsuno's face, seeming to be in a trance.

This seemed to be an allusion to the Three Kingdoms period, Matsuno nodded.

"That's good, this backpack is also one of my three "good tips."" Mr. Bai Down Jacket saw that Matsuno still had no intention of taking away the backpack, and the relaxed expression on his face dropped: "Do you want to save Long Yueze?"

He stared at Matsuno seriously until Matsuno subconsciously clenched his backpack and then nodded with satisfaction.

Then he held out a finger.

"First, if you see the black dragon being fished out and it looks like it's about to die, take out the largest item in the backpack and give it to him."

After he finished speaking, he paused, as if he had thought of something, and showed a strange smile, then stretched out his second hand.

"Second, if after a period of time, the black dragon squats in the corner with a depressed look on his face, as if he can't think anymore, you should open the second compartment of the backpack and give him the contents."

"And the third point...if he asks you something with an excited expression later, or says something you don't understand, give him what's in the middle of your schoolbag."

After finishing all three rules, Mr. Bai Down Jacket looked at Matsuno, whose expression was completely blank, and asked with some uncertainty: "Have you remembered them all?"

Matsuno and Zhu Bo nodded mechanically. Although they have entered the college age where their memory has begun to deteriorate, these three rules are not difficult and are quite simple to remember.

but why?

I always felt that Long Yueze sounded like he had damaged his brain. He couldn't really have hit his head, right?

And...how did you predict his subsequent behavior?

Matsuno and Zhu Bo looked at each other, feeling a little confused. Could this be the method of an immortal?

"Just assume you remember it..." Mr. White Down Jacket sighed, then suddenly lowered his head slightly and glanced at the Salamander with interest. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and patted the stunned little Salamander. Brain.

Storm Salamander: (???)

When Matsuno brought Zhulan into the world for the first time, he sensed something was wrong, but he still believed in his own judgment - the world that suddenly merged did not seem to be malicious.

And the animals inside are quite interesting.

After he rubbed the violent salamander's head again, he waved his hands, then turned around and left. He put his hands into the pockets of his white down jacket, and stepped on the back of the waves with his feet in the air, leaving his two feet deeply entangled. In the heart of Ren Yilong.

"Oh, by the way." Mr. White Down Jacket suddenly turned around. This time he did not look at the water-logged mechanical watch. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and took a look at the real time: "There are still 5 minutes left. Remember to cover your hands after 5 minutes." ear."

After he finished speaking this time, he really left without looking back. Looking at his leaving back, Zhu Bo was a little confused: "Hey, wait a minute..."

He still didn't understand what was going on, why this immortal suddenly came out, stuffed a Mi family backpack into them, and said a lot of weird things.

"You just left like that?" No more explanation?

"Let's go." For a few moments, the gentleman in the white down jacket seemed to be strolling around, but his speed was extremely fast. After just a few steps, no one could be seen. He was probably in a hurry to repair his watch.

"What else can I do if I don't leave? As I said, I can't swim anymore..."

The two of them vaguely heard the immortal's muttering in their ears, and then looked at his leaving figure in awe. I don't know if it was because he didn't wear glasses. Matsuno seemed to vaguely feel that the hood of his down jacket was exposed under the hood. The hair also has a hint of pure white.

"...6."

Zhu Bo held it in for a long time and finally choked out a comment. Then he turned around suddenly and stared at the backpack with piercing eyes: "How about we open it and see what's inside?"

Matsuno was also a little moved, but he still remembered the "immortal"'s instructions and didn't dare to take the risk.

"Forget it, I always feel like something bad might happen if I don't follow the rules."

This is true.

However, this Mijia backpack is very transparent and the fabric is very thin. Zhu Bo reached out and touched the backpack and could vaguely feel the contents inside.

"There seems to be a bottle of oral solution, a small notebook, and... an unopened towel."

The notebook felt very small, probably as big as the vocabulary notebook they used to memorize words, and the thing that felt like a towel was folded squarely, and you could hear the sound of the packaging bag when you pinched it.

They seem to be very normal things. Is this a "good idea"?

But before I think about this, the "5 minutes" the ancestor mentioned when he left is coming soon.

Even if no one counts down, every second counts.

In the sky in the east that was covered by rolling dark clouds, a beam of white light suddenly shone down. It was different from the fake sunlight that appeared in a mirage. It was real.

And this beam of light shines directly vertically on the "core" mirage beast that is pressing down on the black dragon, without missing a beat.

Just like...

The red laser aiming point of the sniper rifle is the same.