Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

She's really embarrassed herself now.

Who would have thought that this Ditto would stay in the same padded chest position forever without ever changing!

With her head down, Imetti reluctantly picked up the ball she had just retrieved.

She raised the ball to her mouth, her lips almost touching the surface, and spoke through gritted teeth in a whisper that only she could hear.

"You, you change back right now... Don't embarrass me here!"

The Poké Ball moved slightly.

After saying that, Imetti closed her eyes and pressed the button hard.

The red light burst forth once more.

What landed on the field this time was a pink, soft, mushy, sticky creature that looked like a puddle of jelly.

Two small, round eyes blinked timidly, and the mouth curved into an innocent arc—it was the original Ditto skin.

A chorus of understanding immediately erupted from the audience.

"Oh~ that was Ditto from before?"

"But what about those two things just now?"

"It's probably a Pokémon I've seen before."

"What Pokémon did Ditto transform into?"

"Yes, but what exactly did it turn into?"

"Where's the commentator? Does the commentator even know?"

Musashi and Meow Meow both looked at Kojiro.

Kojiro simply picked up his water glass, took a sip, shook his head, and made no attempt to expose Imetti's intentions.

It's not just because we have similar experiences and can vaguely understand each other—

More importantly, he's now a commentator.

If this were to be broadcast, it would be a scandal on the level of a live broadcast accident!

He believes in doing what you love and being passionate about it! He also has professional ethics!

Moreover, Chairman Dama Lanqi has treated them very well.

In order to ensure that the chairman can retire peacefully amidst the media storm, he would absolutely not cause any trouble!

........

"A new Pokémon?"

Xiao Zhi couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems your experiences are quite fascinating, Imettie! To meet a Pokémon like this, there must be many stories to tell, right?"

"Pickup!"

Pikachu nodded in agreement.

Upon hearing this, Imetti blushed even more, wishing she could learn to dig a hole on the spot and disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Well, it's alright!"

She took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound calm.

"Now it's our turn! Ditto, transform!"

"Huh?"

The original Ditto skin paused for a moment.

Her whole body trembled slightly, and her two beady eyes slowly turned to Imetti, her expression filled with great confusion.

Transform? Transform into what?

Besides, didn't you say you wouldn't let me change?

Its eyes held a look of bewilderment, as if to say, "You just told me to change back, and now you want me to change again? What do you want?"

Seeing the expectant looks from the audience, Ditto hesitated for a moment, then decided to rely on its most familiar muscle memory to operate.

With practiced ease, it began to bend into a shape that Imetti was extremely familiar with.

Just as that curve and that luster were about to take shape again, Imettie admitted that for the first time in her life, she had the urge to kill a Pokémon.

It's still that same murderous intent—to reduce everything to ashes, so that even the Phoenix King's sacred flame cannot revive it!

"Who told you to turn into whichever?!" she practically spat out the words through gritted teeth. "I meant to turn you into Pikachu!!!"

Ditto shuddered.

Pikachu is Pikachu!

Why are you yelling so loudly?

Seriously, don't you even remember who coaxed you and made you change six years ago...? Why are you turning your back on me now?

Ditto pouted, wriggled its jelly-like body with a pitiful expression, and began to imitate the bright yellow Pikachu in the center of the arena.

But as things changed, problems arose.

Unlike the first and second Ditto, this is a "utility-type" Ditto.

Why is it called the Practical System?

Because 99.99% of the time, when Imeti uses it, it's for... breast pads.

Yes, ever since that impulsive night six years ago, its most skillful transformation form has been those two smooth, full, flesh-colored hemispheres.

Through daily practice, shaping, and fine-tuning, its control over the curves, luster, and softness has become unparalleled. It can be replicated with its eyes closed, and even achieves left-right symmetry with an error of no more than 0.1 millimeters.

As for the transformations of legitimate Pokémon?

It's a little embarrassing to admit, but I'm a bit rusty.

But since the master has given the order, we have to change it even if we have to bite the bullet.

Ditto tried to imitate Pikachu's appearance, and its body began to wriggle and take shape.

The color changed from pink to yellow, the tail grew longer, and the ears stood up.

A few seconds later, a "Pikachu" appeared on the field.

The entire place fell silent. Generally speaking, people only notice the abnormality of what Ditto transforms into through its behavior.

But this Pikachu...

Something just felt off at first glance! It was far too abstract!

A pair of tiny, beady eyes were set in his face, devoid of any highlights, making him appear empty and comical, and his smile even had a hint of eeriness.

His body was crooked and twisted, his entire figure was shriveled, and he also had an unnatural curve.

The tail is somewhat similar, but the forked lightning bolt at the end is crooked and looks like a simple line drawing by an elementary school student.

The audience was abuzz with discussion.

"Is this supposed to be a Pikachu drawing? Are you sure this isn't some kid's first Pokémon drawing assignment?"

"It doesn't look like it at all!"

"This transformation skill... I feel it's not even as lifelike as my abstract-style Tutu dog!"

Ash was also somewhat surprised.

"This……"

"You're imitating Mini Q?" He nodded. "That crooked, distorted style... it does bear a striking resemblance!"

Upon hearing this, Ditto was taken aback.

Mimikyu? This is Pikachu! What's wrong with your eyes? I carefully transformed it based on yours!

It looked down at itself.

Oh—it's not finished yet! Please wait a moment! It'll be done soon!

Then it took another deep breath, and its limp body suddenly swelled up as it began to urgently fill in the details.

"Pikachu?"

In the center of the arena, the real Pikachu squinted its eyes, its tail swaying slightly, carefully examining the "self" that was constantly improving before it.

Hmm... looking at it this way, the face shape and ears do resemble it quite a bit. At least it's not that weirdo from before that even had its gender wrong...

Um? ! !

Pikachu suddenly widened its eyes.

Ditto's chest was rapidly expanding, as if he had skillfully given himself a breast augmentation!

The arc, the curve, the elastic contour... even the frequency of the swaying is simulated perfectly.

"...Waaah...!"

Imetti let out a low moan, suddenly covered her burning cheeks with her hands, her knees buckled, and she collapsed to her knees on the grass at the edge of the field with a thud.

Only three words kept running through her mind:

Destroy it!

Pikachu, who had just been calm and collected, exuding an air of superiority, was now staring intently at the monster with a Pikachu head but a bizarre chest shape, its chest heaving violently.

It gasped for breath instinctively, and the electric sacs in its cheeks began to throb wildly.

An unprecedented sense of shame and anger surged from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

you!

No!

become!!!

How adorable we mice are!

There's no need to wait for Xiaozhi to give the order.