Pokémon, Ash's art style is off!

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"So many! So complete! Have you been organizing this for the past two days?"

Xiao Gang also came over and flipped through it, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"They've even made predictions about the characteristics of this move... They've really put in the effort."

Although Xiao Mao is sharp-tongued, he is undeniably reliable when it comes to getting things done!

"The accuracy rate is pretty high!" Ash checked it, then thanked Gary, "Thanks!"

"and many more--!"

Just as Xiao Mao was about to wave his hand, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

"What do you mean by 'quite high accuracy'?"

"Oh, because I already knew all that you wrote!"

Xiao Gang: "...?"

Xiaoxia: "...?!"

"You...knew all along?"

Xiao Mao was startled.

"When did you learn to gather intelligence before a match?"

Could it be that Ash has finally figured it out?!

"I didn't collect them."

"How did you know that?!"

You mean this?

Xiao Zhi scratched his head.

"Just a couple of days ago, I ran into the old man from Goldenrod City at the venue... oh, I mean, Sabrina's father."

"He chatted with me quite kindly for a while, and then gave me all of Naz's information and details."

He took out another notebook.

"Besides Pokémon data, information, and photos, there were also her personal habits and photos inside, supposedly to help us get to know each other better..."

Xiaomao: "???"

280. We will win!

"No, wait a minute?"

Xiao Mao's eyes widened, and he felt his proud language comprehension system crash on the spot.

His brain raced for three seconds, dissecting and reassembling the information at least five times, but the conclusion remained the same—

Moreover, the absurdity did not decrease at all.

"So you mean that Sabrina's father voluntarily compiled his daughter's training materials, Pokémon setups, movesets, and habits into a booklet, down to the smallest detail..."

He paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the documents Xiao Zhi had taken out, his voice carrying a hint of daze.

"...And then it was handed over to you, the one who's about to face her in the finals, and who even beat up Natsume before?"

"That's right! That's exactly it!"

Xiao Zhi nodded, his expression open and honest.

No, what do you mean no!

Xiao Mao's lips twitched, and he reached out to take the top half of the document.

The handwriting inside is neat and tidy, not like it was hastily done.

Some parts were even marked with different colored pens... This thing doesn't look like a casual forgery at all.

But he just couldn't understand it.

The biological father willingly hands a knife to his opponent and stuffs a strategy guide into the arms of his daughter's opponent.

Is this a sign of the decline of humanity or the distortion of superpowers?

"No... what's he after?!"

"How could someone do something so backstabbing? Is that person really her biological father?!"

"this……"

Ash scratched the back of his head, trying hard to recall his brief encounter with the current Gym Leader of Goldenrod City.

"Although there's a significant difference in ability, the old man is still the current Gym Leader of Goldenrod City, so... he must be related by blood, right?"

"Pikachu!"

Pikachu perched on Ash's shoulder, its little paws waving confidently, as if to lend its voice as a witness.

Indeed, although they are several orders of magnitude different in terms of the purity of their superpowers.

But at least in terms of taste, the mouse felt that the father and daughter were exactly the same!

Xiao Mao took a deep breath and decided to put the issue of his shattered worldview aside for now.

His attention returned to the documents in his hands, and he casually flipped through a couple of pages.

Alakazam, Mr. Mime, Morphling...

Each Pokémon is labeled with its personality traits and preferred tactical rhythm.

Ok?

Why are there three Caseys in here?

hiss~

There was even a hypnotic tapir!

This skill combination... I never expected Sabrina to be such an unserious person!

Quickly getting into the zone, Xiao Mao opened his notebook and compared it with Xiao Zhi's ridiculously complete information, becoming more and more focused as he read.

"If that's the case, then some of my deductions will have to be drastically revised... Blastoise, can I borrow your back?"

"Click~"

After patting Blastoise, Gary sat down cross-legged on the spot.

Xiao Mao pulled a pen out of his pocket and immediately lay down on its shell, rewriting and drawing on the blank space in the notebook.

"Don't worry about the three Abras, they're probably just there to make up the numbers. As for Alakazam... well, we can't do anything about Alakazam."

"As for Mr. Mime, Mothora, and Hypno... since their skills and abilities are like this, Ash, with your current setup, you can do this first, then this..."

"oh!"

Xiao Zhi was squatting nearby watching, and his eyes lit up when he heard this.

"As expected of you, Shigeru! Playing like this really gives us a great chance of winning!"

"This is just the most basic response."

Xiao Mao raised his head, his tone cautious.

"After all, no one knows which Pokémon she will send out first. If it's Alakazam... there's nothing I can do about it."

The two of them squatted on the ground and started discussing things back and forth.

Xiao Mao's pen flew across the paper, occasionally crossing out a line and starting the deduction again.

Blastoise lay motionless on the ground, occasionally yawning and spitting out a small string of bubbles, then continuing to act as its human writing desk.

This is a lively tactical discussion.

Meanwhile, Lillie and Misty, who received the lower half of the notebook, had a completely different style.

The first few pages were normal.

It details everything about Nazja's daily preferences, eating habits, and training routine. Although the description is strangely detailed, it even quantifies what kind of doll to give her and how much favorability she can gain.

But at least it still falls within the category of "a father caring for his daughter".

Then things took a bizarre turn, and turning the page again revealed several photos.

"ah--!"

Lillie's face instantly turned red to her ears, and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

She frantically tried to close the notebook, but was afraid of wrinkling the paper. In the end, her hands froze in mid-air, and she was frozen in place as if a pause button had been pressed.

"Why are there more photos like this in the background?!"

Upon hearing this, Xiaoxia leaned over and glanced at it.

Yes, the angle is tricky and the framing is unique.

The photo looks like a candid shot, yet it precisely captures all the key lines.

It can only be said that it has a high artistic element, making people's eyes involuntarily fall on the focus of the photo.

"Hiss~" Xiaoxia gasped, "Those legs are so long...that waist...and that bust!"

"How can someone so thin be so well-endowed!"

She subconsciously looked down, wanting to compare, but immediately saw her toes.

Yes, the view was unobstructed, with nothing blocking the way.

"........"

"hateful!"

Xiaoxia clenched her fist and said with great distress.