Elf Fruit System

Bad habits are actually not that important. Shen Yueyue focuses entirely on the game. Maybe it’s because the elf department doesn’t have to learn so many cultural subjects?

Someone once said that sweat itself is the proof of success, but now Chen Fo has to complain that some people don’t need sweat at all, right?

Zhou Chuanxian held up a parasol and lay on a recliner, holding a straw in his mouth, the tube of the straw was connected to the watermelon juice on the table. Pikachu was hiding in the corner of the chair and fanning himself vigorously, so why was he so relaxed?

"Come on, Chen Fo, one on the left, one on the right too... Great, let's jog next..."

Chen Fo finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stopped and asked Zhou Chuanxian, breathing slightly out of breath, "So why are you so relaxed? Don't you have to practice more?"

"Me? Of course it's because I passed the test..." Zhou Chuanxian said happily when he thought of this, without noticing that his legs were shaking. Look, this guy was so scared that he has a psychological trauma.

"Let me tell you, my Pikachu has learned some incredible moves, and it will definitely surprise you!"

"It can't be Master Zhi's 100,000 Volts..." Chen Fo muttered and changed the subject, "Xianyu, I heard that you stayed in a double room last time?"

"Yes, it's big enough, right? I think two beds are too many, why not just one? It's just me here anyway!" Zhou Chuanxian looked indifferent, or maybe he was deliberately hiding something.

"But I heard from Miaomiao that it was Zhang Qiqing who booked the room."

The air froze and the liquid in the straw stayed in the air for a while before being swallowed.

Zhou Chuanxian drank the watermelon juice in the glass in one gulp and jumped up. He pretended to be calm and walked towards the room, "I'll go get a refill of watermelon juice."

Chen Fo wiped the sweat off his face again. This time, both sleeves of his short-sleeved shirt were wet. He took a few breaths and couldn't help but recall the homework the girl assigned him a few days ago.

"Master, Master, you've been absent from several classes, for... um, that Zhang Qiqing seemed to say 'towards victory?' Anyway, we just need to train. We'll start with the training of trainers, and the next step is to train with Pokémon, and also the proficiency of skills..."

Wang Dongming talked endlessly about training, as if he had found a soulmate who could listen to his complaints. Although this was just Wang Dongming holding Chen Fo and not letting him leave...

"Haven't you lost weight?" Chen Fo asked in some surprise. Didn't this guy say last time that he wanted to lose weight and even had a midnight snack?

"No way! I have lost weight, but I am not happy at all! Zhang Qiqing is simply a devil! She told me that this is a good way to train myself, to quickly improve my tacit understanding with the elves and to prolong the fighting time... I don't believe her! She is obviously torturing me in different ways! She won't let me go out! She said that I signed a guarantee... When did you come!?"

Someone patted Chen Fo on the shoulder. It was Zhang Qiqing. She was wearing a black and white striped short-sleeved shirt today. A pink hairpin tightly sealed her black hair folded at the back of her head. Chen Fo noticed that she was holding a express delivery in her hand.

"You're here too? I thought you were going to skip class again. After all, this isn't the first time you've done this." Zhang Qiqing returned to his seat and put the express box away.

"Come to think of it, I seem to have seen you in a game somewhere..." Zhang Qiqing said, recalling.

"That can't be me, right? I've hardly left the house this month."

Chen Fo was telling the truth. Today is March 3th, and it has been six days since that competition. I don’t know if there will be any more competitions later.

Besides, apart from that trip to Hot Spring Mountain and the Cultivation Association, Chen Fo really didn't go out much.

"Really? I guess I saw it wrong." Zhang Qiqing picked up the water cup and took a few sips. "By the way, Wang Dong, you bastard, please stay for a while."

Stottle came out from behind Wang Dongming, and its shell suddenly blocked his retreat.

"Big sister...can you please stop hitting me in the face?"

It was called a lesson, but in fact it was just a one-sided battle between elves. He had already heard about the "lesson" mentioned by Zhang Qiqing from that guy Xianyu.