There seems to be something wrong with these Pokémon

Free fighting is a relatively dangerous sport, and Kitazawa Reiyuu is aware of his own abilities. He did not participate in the "qualifying competition" that the crew at the club's door was shouting about. Instead, he found a place everywhere and planned to perform some moves on the sandbags just to complete his mission.

With this thought in mind, he looked around sideways, holding Ibrahimovic and Xiaoye, who looked out of place here.

I'm afraid that he is not learning fighting skills but has other purposes.

Xiaoye, who came to this place full of violence and hormones for the first time, opened his eyes wide, not wanting to miss any details.

Zhenxin Town is a relatively remote and isolated town.

If it weren't for the beautiful natural environment of mountains and rivers that won the favor of Professor Oak, I'm afraid the entire Kanto region would not know that such a small town existed on the map.

Therefore, when it comes to entertainment facilities, Pallet Town is extremely lacking.

In the past, Xiao Ye had only watched a program called "Pokémon P1 Grand Prix" on TV. The various fighting battles with great power and many skills deeply attracted the young boy's attention.

Under the influence of this program, he accidentally noticed that in addition to the fighting world of Pokémon, there are also fighting competitions specifically held for fighters.

Of course, what made the fighting tournament so popular was not its passionate fighting content, but the fact that its former champions had achieved excellent results in the Pokémon League. As a result, people who admired Pokémon traced its history and discovered that he had such a title.

The king of fighting - Sheba.

Not only did he make his mark in the Pokémon P1 Grand Prix, he was also a superstar who had already won the title of fighting tournament champion.

In this world full of Pokémon, no one would fail to admire the powerful Pokémon Master.

Under the influence of Shiba, more and more people are joining this sport, and it can be regarded as a new game.

Kitazawa Reiyuu slowly unzipped his long black jacket with his eyebrows lowered.

He may not be said to like this sport, but he likes the sweat running down his skin and taking away his fatigue.

The waving of his fists released the anger and resentment accumulated in his heart, giving him a sense of being cleansed and purified.

The slight rustling sound attracted Xiaoye's attention. Although the sound caused by the friction between clothes and skin was subtle, it still did not escape his ears.

The black-haired boy was wearing a sleeveless vest. The tight-fitting clothing outlined his tall and strong back, and the muscles in his exposed arms were firm and well-shaped.

Although he spent a long time in the laboratory conducting practical verification of some papers that he was interested in, he was not like the kind of researcher that people imagine, with a skinny body holding up a loose white coat, tired and lifeless eyes under dark and wide glasses, and long hair that had not been washed for a long time and stuck to his scalp greasy.

Well...it cannot be said to be completely incorrect, but the partner a few years ago, at the moment the agreement was reached, casually glanced at the little Lingyou who had not yet grown up, and sneered.

"With your small body, you need to exercise more." The charming woman closed the silver fan in her hand, with a malicious reminder in her eyes.

"You know what our ultimate goal is. If we don't have good physical support, we might die here before we even start."

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Kitazawa Lingyou collected his thoughts, stopped warming up, and his slightly hot body was about to turn around and call Xiaoye to come over and try the feeling of boxing with gloves.

After all, for beginners who are not very interested, boring footwork and postures are not as exciting as just going out and throwing a few punches.

Kitazawa Lingyou opened his mouth, but before any sound came out of his throat, a figure passed by Xiaoye. Stunned for a moment, he could only smell the faint fragrance lingering in the air.

"Hey, handsome boy, are you alone?"

The tight sportswear outlines the woman's superior figure, and the high ponytail reveals her slightly flushed face.

She noticed this handsome young man the moment he appeared at the door of the club. Having not felt the heartbeat for a long time, Nadeshiko decisively threw away her reserve and took decisive action to grab her "love".

Especially when the boy reveals his immature body shape which is between a man and a young man, it deeply touches the woman's heart.

However, when she raised her arm to put it on the boy's shoulder, the momentary feeling of weightlessness made her panic. She paused to steady her center of gravity, raised her eyebrows and smiled at the boy who took a step back to avoid her.

"I don't mean anything else. Don't be nervous. I just want to practice with you."

Nadeshiko took a deep breath and took another tentative step forward, only to frown at the boy who took another step back.

It's not that she was dissatisfied with the boy, but she just didn't understand why a big and sporty beauty like her had to stay away from him and look at him as if he were a poisonous scorpion?

The woman was hanging in the air with her arms half raised. The young man opposite her was looking at her coldly, with disgust between his brows.

A man with a towel draped over his face passed by here. He paused as he raised his head to drink water, then approached here as if nothing had happened, wanting to see a good show.

Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere did not last too long. As an itchy touch came from the calf, the voice of another boy sounded.

"Um..." Xiaoye squatted down and picked up the Ibrahimovic who suddenly broke free and ran between the woman and Lingyou. When he stood up, he glanced at the name tag on the woman's chest and said, "Ms. Nadeshiko?"

"Huh... OK, let me introduce myself first." As if she had realized her impoliteness, she smiled and lowered her right arm. "My name is Nadeshiko. I was invited by the Saint Ann to be the coach of the Fight Club. I once won the Women's Fighting Tournament."

The muscular woman seemed very satisfied with the expression of the boy in front of her, and continued to explain, "I admit that I wanted to get to know this guy. But he didn't seem to like me very much, so I thought about it and decided to forget it."

After that, she took out a business card and stuffed it into Ibrahimovic's hair like a magic trick, winked at Xiaoye, and whispered in his ear.

"Of course, if he happens to mention me someday, he can secretly call me and tell me."

"After all, it's so hard to meet a man who meets my eye in such a vast crowd of people. If there is no chance at all, I really don't want to give up easily."

Fuzi finally glanced at the boy behind Xiaoye out of the corner of her eye, but was surprised to find that his expression seemed to have eased?

Could it be...that there is really a slight possibility between them?

Before the woman could get excited again, a basin of cold water came towards her and extinguished her passion.

A shadow was cast on her face, and the woman's pupils dilated as she looked at the young man so close to her.

But the next moment, as the warm yellow light above his head came into his eyes again, the two young men in front of him had disappeared.

Fuzi laughed at herself, turned around and grabbed the collar of the man who was grinning beside her.

"Come, practice with me. I'll treat it to the price of the ticket for a play."

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In the middle of the night, a slight sound was heard in the silent room.

The boy, who was not feeling sleepy at all, was lying on the bed, staring at the pure white ceiling with his eyes wide open, his thoughts scattered everywhere.

It was obviously intended at the beginning to make Lingyou relax a little and do something that he was interested in to unwind.

After returning from the Fight Club, his already cold face looked even gloomier. Even Ibrahimovic could feel the low pressure surrounding him and huddled in his arms and stopped making trouble.

After Ms. Fuzi's little episode, Lingyou took him to a more remote place and started hammering on the bulging sandbag.

Drops of sweat fell from his temples, the soaked vest stuck to his hot skin, and his punches hit the sandbags with a dull sound, but it was still difficult to calm his inner restlessness.

The boy lying on the bed put his hand into his trouser pocket, but the business card given by Miss Nadeshiko was nowhere to be found.

It seemed like... a day wasted and everything was made worse.

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at the same time

The black-haired boy in the opposite room sat on the large, soft sofa with his knees bent, and bottles of cold water flowed through his fragile throat into his hot heart.

It was obviously the same as before, why did the method of relieving worries that had always been effective fail now?

Kitazawa Lingyou lowered his eyes and looked at the small crumpled paper card spread out on the table.

The fire in my heart surged again, and even drinking thousands of glasses of ice water was of no use.

A depressed mood wrapped around his neck and shoulders. The tormented but confused boy stood up, took off his clothes, walked into the humid shower room, and closed the glass door.

Cold water vapor gushed out and stuck to the frosted glass, and the cold air from the air conditioner blew open a corner of the small paper card.

Name: Nadeshiko

Contact: 324......