Elves: Goal, help Pokémon fulfill their wishes

After finding a place to stay, Miaomiao and Liang Yin began to study the process of the competition in a serious manner.

Musashi and Kojiro disguised themselves as reporters and went to find the contestants, trying to get their information under the guise of interviews.

"If you want to stand out from the crowd of Pokémon, you must prepare in advance, meow," Meow said seriously as he scribbled on its promotional poster with a pencil. "First and foremost, we have to understand the process and rules of the competition, so that we can prescribe the right medicine, meow."

"The selection competition is divided into three stages, meow."

"The first part is the appearance evaluation, which will comprehensively score the feline Pokémon's body fat ratio, facial features, whiskers, limbs, tail, fur, walking posture, and other aspects." Meow Meow put down the pencil, first pinched his face, then rubbed his belly, then licked his paws, and smoothed his tail hair. Finally, he nodded with great satisfaction, "This part will be no problem for me, meow."

Liang Yin also carefully looked at his own black cat based on these standards.

Uh, judging from the comparison of the contours of the abdomen and lumbar spine, it seems that I am a little thin now?

But this is understandable. After all, in the world of "Honkai", every bit of food is precious, so Zeraora has to tighten their belts and diet, and give priority to those weak children.

"From now on, we need to let Zeraora eat more protein-rich food." He nodded in agreement.

Although after spending some time with Liang Yin, Zeraora was able to roughly understand some human languages ​​and no longer had to make "buyibuyi" sounds when commanding battles, it was still confused about what Miaomiao had just said, so it had to pull on Liang Yin's clothes and ask him to translate for it.

Liang Yin naturally did as he was told.

However, after understanding the content of the first round of evaluation, the black cat said with disdain: "Superficial human beings."

However, the equally superficial human sitting next to it at the moment was thinking about something even more superficial - Zeraora had no tail, and the horsetail structure behind it that looked like a single cloak was actually a mane! So wouldn't Zeraora, who had no tail, be at a disadvantage in this aspect? I was so angry! When would a tailless cat be able to stand up!

"The second part is the talent competition. All participating cat Pokémon need to show their talents. They can use a variety of moves in succession, just like in a gorgeous competition, to create a scene with excellent visual sense and coordination."

Although he had no idea what the gorgeous contest was, Meow Meow, who could only scratch around madly, still had a bad feeling and the tip of the pen that was marking the key points paused.

But when it saw the next line of words, its eyes lit up: "However, if the participating Pokémon can dance, sing, or have other talents, they are also within the scope of the talent competition - huh, there is always light at the end of the tunnel, meow!"

Talent? Uh, does my cat being able to do a backflip count?

Liang Yin translated the process of the second step to Zeraora with a complicated expression.

As expected, Zeraora snorted in displeasure, crossed her arms and said, "What a gimmick."

Miaomiao glanced at Liang Yin and whispered in his ear, "Is there anything that Zeraora is good at?"

It did not regard Zeraora as an opponent, but because Liang Yin had already promised that they would try their best to take care of Miaomiao in the arena.

When asked about what Zeraora was good at, the first thing Liang Yin thought of was his black and yellow jacket that had been framed and kept as a treasure.

Well, so it seems that Zeraora can sew?

However, what he didn't know was that the clothes were actually sewed by Zeraora at the request of Hualiao Huanhuan, and the electric cat at most provided the materials, because some of the gaps in the fabric were filled with its previously shed hair.

But even if Zeraora really can do it, if such an awkward black cat is allowed to perform needlework on the field, wouldn't it probably just go on a killing spree with its plasma lightning fist?

So to be on the safe side, you still have to spend some time and prepare other talents starting from the standards of the glamour competition.

Liang Yin's mind immediately shifted from the defect in his tail to his talent.

"The third stage is the survival competition. All the contestants' cat Pokémon will be put on a huge platform for an indiscriminate battle. The longer you can survive on the field, the higher the score you will get. In this process, whether you form an alliance or fight alone, whether you play dead and lie flat, or use charm to sneak attack, all are allowed."

Meow Meow put down the pen and looked at his claws sadly: "I am an intelligent player. In terms of moves, I can only scratch wildly. My fighting ability is not good at all, meow."

Liang Yin shook his head: "The survival competition is not a Pokémon battle. Whoever can stand to the end is the winner."

As he spoke, he pointed to the last sentence on the poster: "The use of props is not prohibited."

After being enlightened by him, Miaomiao also reacted, and held Liang Yin's hand ecstatically, shouting: "I understand, Miaomiao!"

On the side, Zeraora seemed a little unhappy, not sure whether it was because Liang Yin was slow to translate or because his hand touched other cats.

Sure enough, he still cares about it! Is Liang Yin really the guy who flirts with every dream client he meets, and then wins over another one...

……

The next day, the "Best Cat" selection competition opened on time in the Cat Club building.

As the stereo was turned on, the "Club Song" with an exciting and rhythmic tune composed of the calls of various feline Pokémon began to sound.

But on the other side, Liang Yin, who was listening to the opening song, looked more and more strange.

Because, even based on the melody alone, that song can definitely be called a top-notch work.

But the "lyrics" of the song made someone who could understand the Pokémon language feel a little bit amused and helpless.

"I'm so annoyed, the tip of my tail is bald... Stop stepping on my tail!"

"My trainer must have another cat. I'm going to catch him cheating tonight!"

"When is dinner ready? I'm starving! I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry!"

"Wow, that Roentgen cat is so handsome! Is it looking at my house? So shy, so shy."

From this information, we can also infer a little bit about the chaotic scene when recording this "club song".

After all, humans can’t understand the language of Pokémon, so they only require that their intonation is correct. Who cares whether the lyrics are about “romance” or “what to eat tonight”?

The language barrier may be the best beautifying filter in the world at this moment.