Pokémon: The Strongest Xiaomao

The next day, the Lily of the Valley Tournament entered the quarterfinals.

Because the food they sold was so popular, the Rockets' three idiots' stall was moved to the inner corridor of the main arena.

This time, the three idiots mustered up their strength and vowed to make a fortune...

The venue not only has a steady flow of visitors, but also has indoor air conditioning, and the environment is more than just good.

"Okay, let's keep working on it. Today's theme is soufflé cake!" Meow Meow shouted hard.

"Oh!" Kojiro tied a towel on his head and started working.

"I'm sorry for the poor hospitality!" Musashi tied his apron domineeringly, and soon a long queue formed at the door.

Not far away, Master Mao led Kona and Cattleya and looked at the three idiots with a smile.

Maybe, they won't have to wait too long before they can live the life they want.

Although Xiaozhi has fewer sandbags, there will be three more smiling faces in the world.

"It's a really good store, isn't it?" Master Mao chuckled and murmured.

Sister Kona nodded gently and gently took Mr. Mao's right hand.

"Hmm~" Cattleya pouted and looked at Master Mao. Her cute appearance made Xiao Mao and the other boy shake their heads and chuckle.

"What's wrong, little greedy cat?" Sister Kona tapped Cattleya's little head.

"I want to eat that soufflé." Cattleya shouted innocently.

Master Mao looked at his phone and saw that there was still enough time, so he took the two of them and lined up at the end of the line.

Fortunately, Kojiro's kirin arm was really powerful, and he didn't keep Xiao Mao and the others waiting for long. Soon, Cattleya bought all kinds of soufflé flavors with satisfaction.

A row of soufflé boxes floated behind her, and Cattleya was so happy that she felt like flying.

"Officer, next time you want to eat, just call us and we'll let Meow Meow deliver the takeaway to you." Kojiro waved his hand and shouted.

"Yes, yes!" Musashi rubbed his hands obsequiously.

"Isn't this Mr. Mao? Why do they call him a cadre?" The crowd around him asked in confusion.

The three Rockets were so scared that they quickly covered their mouths. Unexpectedly, Master Mao, who had already walked out of the crowd, suddenly turned around, raised his lips and said loudly: Didn’t I tell you that I am a cadre of the Rockets?

The three idiots were stunned for a moment, then they reacted.

The boat has passed through thousands of mountains. Now the Rockets are a well-known enterprise, a legal association, and even a conscientious charity organization in the hearts of ordinary people.

"I'm going to the competition. You guys work hard for the Rockets' activity funds." Xiao Mao waved his hands generously.

The three idiots nodded with tears in their eyes: Yes, cadres!

……

The Lily of the Valley Stadium was bustling with activity, as the quarter-final match was in full swing.

This morning, the much-anticipated beast man Dakdo was the first to advance to the semi-finals with a score of 6:0.

Next, it is the powerful battle between Master Mao and the bard Shangzhi.

In the VIP box, Sirona squinted her eyes and ate delicious soufflé cake with Cattleya. The cream at the corners of her lips was particularly tempting.

"Big sister also likes this?" Daye whispered carefully to Wusong.

"According to the data, 80% of Shirona likes desserts, so soufflé cake is indeed one of her favorites." Wusong explained calmly.

"It smells so good, how about I go and get some to try?" A Liu, who didn't go out to show off his peacock feathers today, shook the hair on his head with an expression that looked eager to try.

"Haha, are you sure?" Wusong curled his lips and smiled.

Once, just before a game, Wu Song accidentally ate the small cake that Shirona had prepared as a post-game snack.

That game... No. To be precise, it was a massacre.

Shirona's smile remained unchanged, and she beat him 6:0 with a smile on her face...

……

Accompanied by the applause and cheers of the audience, the two players waved and entered from both sides of the stadium.

Shang Zhi, dressed as a wandering poet with long flowing hair, looks gentle and elegant, and his every move causes the girls to scream.

On the other side, Mr. Mao, wearing a simple black shirt, white overalls and sneakers, rubbed his forehead with a refreshing and sunny look and walked forward with a smile.

In the box, Sirona whispered to Cattleya: "It feels like Xiaomao's way of appearing is becoming more and more bland."

Cattleya's pretty face blushed. After all, Xiao Mao had grown up as the boy next door, so naturally Sister Kona and the golden-haired loser gave him everything they deserved.

With his changed mentality, Xiao Mao is no longer the young and immature boy, and his daily dressing and appearance will naturally change slightly...

"Mr. Mao, I have long heard of your great name." When the two sides met, Shang Zhi stroked his chest with one hand, looking slightly excited.

"Your performance in the Mikoli Cup and your dominance in the regional tournament are the examples I have always followed. I hope to learn from you today."

"Ahem...well, actually I'm not that powerful. Anyway...you're welcome." Xiao Mao shook hands guiltily.

This fish frying competition actually has fans waiting in line... This is embarrassing...

Should I mess with him or should I mess with him...

"I wonder if I have the honor today to witness your magnificent fighting skills?" Shang Zhi continued to ask like a fanboy.

Xiao Mao was sweating profusely: "Ahem, haha, I'll try my best to satisfy you. You know, I'm a pioneer in violent and hard solutions to gorgeous battles..."

Fortunately, the referee couldn't stand it anymore and reminded the two to go back and prepare. Only then did Xiao Mao get rid of Shang Zhi's enthusiasm.

Both teams took their positions, and the referee immediately blew the whistle: "Both teams, please bring out your Pokémon!"

"Go, Speaker Cricket!" Gently plucking the harp on his chest, Shang Zhi sent out the first vanguard.

"Gruisle..." Xiao Mao gently opened the Poké Ball.

Whoosh! The speaker cricket waved its sickle-like forearms, preparing to perform a melodious and cheerful dance.

next second...

"Crack!" The huge sickle shark's wings crossed, and the violent roar of the Biting Land Shark resounded through the sky.

The speaker's hand trembled, and the song immediately turned into a farewell song...

Even though Shang Zhi had a firm mind, his fingers trembled at this moment and the sound of the harp stopped abruptly.

"Game start!"

As the referee's hand fell, Shang Zhi took the lead: "Speaker Cricket, use Sing!"

Speaker Cricket crossed his two swords across his neck and posed like a violin. As he hummed, rows of colorful notes appeared out of thin air and floated towards Tyrannosaurus.

A typical coordination trainer's play style. Progress step by step, use various skills to show off your gorgeousness and suppress your opponent's state.

But... Mr. Mao curled his lips and said, "I've always said that I'm an expert at brute force solutions."

"sandstorm!"

As Xiao Mao's command came down, Tyrantrum swung his right hand violently, and violent force mixed with sand, dust and tornado exploded.

The singing sound and musical notes were completely swallowed up by the sandstorm, and the speaker cricket showed a terrified expression.

In the sandstorm, a triangular shark fin swam towards them quickly.

"Crack!" The ferocious spindle-shaped dragon horns of the Land Shark were the first to break through the sand and dust, and then the bloodthirsty expression was directly in front of the Speaker Cricket.

"Split!"

With a loud bang, the indestructible shark fins of the Land Shark chopped down with devastating force.

The speaker cricket actually blocked with his arms, which perfectly illustrates what it means to be a mantis trying to stop a chariot...

Crack~ A crisp sound of impact, and the opponent's blade can be seen bending 90 degrees horribly~

Then, Land Shark's sickle continued to move forward with all its might, pressing the Speaker Cricket directly into the ground.

Xiao Mao covered his face helplessly. This is what we call youth has no price tag. I’m getting close to my fans and using my full power...

To be continued...