A spirit descends, Gardevoir is my childhood friend?

He pressed the button at the door, recalled all the Pokémon into their Poké Balls, and tidied up his research report.

A staff member arrived at the door shortly afterward.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Please inform King Qitian that I have completed the research report on the Spell Armor."

The staff outside paused for a moment, then immediately jogged away.

A moment later, a series of hurried footsteps approached, and the staff member who had been there earlier led the two people in.

The two were a woman and a man. The man was tall and muscular, but his hair was gray. This should be Lie Qitian, the master of the dojo. The woman was petite with a chubby face and looked even younger than Lin Xiaolin.

After the two entered, the staff member tactfully left and closed the door behind them.

When Lie Qitian saw Lin Xiaolin, he paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face.

"Little friend, I am Lie Qitian. You can call me Grandpa Lie. I heard that you have figured out the function of the magic armor?"

"Hello, Grandpa Lie, you can just call me Xiao Lin. I just finished my research on the Spell Armor, but I would like to ask you not to tell anyone yet, because I want to use this report to attend the researchers' meeting tomorrow."

As she spoke, Lin Xiaolin threw out a Poké Ball, and Azure Flame Blade Ghost appeared in front of the two of them.

Lin Xiaolin had just thought that the gym leader was taking her to see the gym leader before putting away her Pokémon, but she didn't expect the gym leader to come to her door directly.

"Ha! Not bad, not bad." Lie Qitian circled the Azure Flame Blade Ghost a few times, becoming more and more satisfied with what he saw.

"What attribute does he have?"

"Fire and Ghost".

"Okay, good. Go to the researchers' conference first, and send me a copy of the report later. I won't go back on my word. You can come to me if you need anything in the future, and I'll help you this time."

Lie Qitian looked at Lin Xiaolin with admiration in his eyes.

He found the young man agreeable.

"Okay, then I'll be going now, Grandpa. I still need to prepare for tomorrow's researchers' conference."

"Okay, Xiaoqin will take Xiaolin with her."

As she spoke, Lin Xiaolin retracted the Azure Flame Blade Ghost and walked outside, with the little girl beside Lie Qitian leading Lin Xiaolin out.

"Hello, my name is Lie Qin."

"My name is Lin Xiaolin."

The two shook hands politely while waiting for the elevator.

"You're amazing! Grandpa consulted so many researchers before, but they couldn't figure out the function of the Spell Armor."

"Haha, it was just a coincidence, luck."

After chatting for a while, Lin Xiaolin arrived at the door, and Lie Qin added Lin Xiaolin on WeChat.

Lin Xiaolin wasn't in a hurry today, so she took a taxi to the hotel.

It was already noon when we arrived at the hotel. After having lunch, we went back to our room.

Back in her room, Lin Xiaolin looked in the mirror and almost didn't recognize herself.

He had obvious dark circles under his eyes and looked listless overall.

I didn't even realize it myself, but I definitely didn't get enough rest during these past few days of research.

After releasing the four Pokémon, Lin Xiaolin, with the help of Xiao Lan's psychic powers, entered a deep sleep. She planned to catch up on her sleep so she wouldn't go on stage looking so listless tomorrow.

Lin Xiaolin was woken up by Xiao Lan the next morning. She got up, washed up, and put on the white lab coat that researchers wear. It was the first time Lin Xiaolin had ever worn a white lab coat.

He stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself from all angles, and nodded in satisfaction. He thought to himself, "I'm so handsome, no matter how I look at myself."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiao Lin, it's almost time to go, let's get ready to leave."

"Okay, here we come!"

He recalled the Pokémon into its Poké Ball and then walked out the door.

Lin's father looked at Lin Xiaolin, who was wearing a white coat, with a smile on his face.

"As expected of my son, he has three-tenths of his father's style back in the day."

Lin Xiaolin: "......"

The two rode away on a Pidgeot, which was a spirit that Lin's father had borrowed from a friend, just in case there was a traffic jam and they wouldn't make it in time.

The conference venue was not far from the hotel; the Pidgeot flew there in just over ten minutes and stopped in front of a building.

When Lin Xiaolin looked at the building, he exclaimed, "Wow, this must be over a hundred stories high! I can't see the end of it at all!"

But upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the Fengdu branch of the research association.

It turns out it's official, so it's fine then.

The two went inside, and along the way there were many people in white coats hurrying by.

"There are over 80 people participating this time," Lin's father said to Lin Xiaolin.

Lin Xiaolin nodded. This number was normal, since the requirement was for researchers under 40 years old at the [C] level or above, a requirement that many people would find difficult to meet, and the ten-year cycle made it easy for them to be out of sync.

Not to mention that having excellent research on hand is extremely rare.

But don't be discouraged. There is a World Congress of Researchers every ten years, which is attended by researchers from all over the world. It requires researchers of level A or above, and each country has three places.

Older researchers would go there to prove themselves.

However, the last World Congress of Researchers was seven years ago, and it won't start for another three years.

The father and son took the elevator to the twentieth floor. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, they saw a group of researchers in white coats walking in a line.

The two of them also stood at the back and started queuing.

We entered the venue shortly afterward. It was a bit like a movie theater, very large and spacious. At the very front was a stage, and below the stage were rows of seats, but they weren't for the audience; they were all for the researchers.

There was no audience at the researchers' conference; the only audience members were other researchers. The judges were three [S]-level researchers, and they hadn't arrived yet since it wasn't time.

The father and son found their seats and sat down. Lin Xiaolin took out his phone and started playing. It was only 7:30, and there were still about 20 minutes before the show started.

Moreover, I am number 34, and there are 33 people ahead of me, so there's no rush. Lin's father is number 33, which is right in front of me.

This ranking is completely randomized. The order was randomly generated after the registration deadline and then sent to each researcher.

After sitting and playing for a while, the three elderly people came out and sat on the three specially made chairs at the front of the crowd.

"These three are Liu Lin, Ye Qianwan, and Wang Sanrong. They are leading figures in the academic field and are all [S]-level researchers."

Lin's father was explaining things to Lin Xiaolin in his ear, while the other researchers below the stage were also whispering among themselves.

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Chapter 121 Researchers' Conference (Part 2)

"Alright, now researcher number 1 will come up on stage."

One of the three called out, and an uncle who was about the same age as Lin's father came up on stage.

"Hello, Teacher Liu, Teacher Ye, Teacher Wang. I am a Level B researcher from Lingdu..."

After the introduction, the man took out some research reports and began to explain his research.

Everyone in the audience listened quietly, and finally the three judges gave a comprehensive score.

In the blink of an eye, several researchers had passed by. Lin Xiaolin was speechless. So many studies, and only one was at the [B] level; the others didn't even reach [B] level.

And most of them are dispensable studies, which is outrageous!

"By the way, Dad, are there any awards for this research conference?"

Lin Xiaolin finally remembered something that interested her.

"A reward? No, but your ranking at this research conference will stay with you for the rest of your life, forever written in your biography. It's an honor, who cares about rewards?"

Lin's father shrugged as he spoke.

As the researchers came and went, Lin Xiaolin grew sleepy. Few of them were useful; they were all just trivial things, like hybrid tree fruits or something like that.

The most outrageous thing was that Lin Xiaolin saw a new energy source that could replace gasoline. He thought it was something good, but it turned out that the energy source had to be produced using gasoline.

If gasoline that can power a car for 10 kilometers can be used to produce new energy that can only power it for 5 kilometers, what good is that?

"number 33."

Upon hearing Lin's father's name, Lin Xiaolin instantly snapped out of it and sat up straight.

Lin's father smiled and carried a black box upstairs.

"Dear mentors and friends, I am Lin Hai, a [B] level researcher from Xingcheng. I am 37 years old this year, and the research I am bringing today is!"

Excitedly, Lin's father opened the box, and seven new Poké Balls appeared before everyone.

"A new type of Poké Ball!" The moment Lin's father uttered these words, gasps of surprise rang out from the entire audience, and the three [S]-level researchers sat up straight, becoming serious.