Pokémon, but cultural invasion

This is not surprising. A bunch of ignorant people who know nothing about movies, people with no aesthetic sense or appreciation.

But strangely, all of Alion's colleagues, the film critics who were hailed as "Carlos's mouthpieces," fell silent.

Allion opened the largest movie review website, hoping to find like-minded critics among the many familiar profile pictures.

However, film critics, who were once known for their "sharp tongues," praised Ratatouille to the extreme, especially expressing deep agreement and self-reflection on Cobb's remarks.

The film industry's sudden emergence in Tingxiang is a new thing in Kobo's eyes, and they should be given more patience and treated as friends.

Am I fighting this battle alone?

Allion, his neck red with rage, thought, "It's one thing for a nobody to bow down, but why are all those old masters and luminaries bowing their heads? Do they have any self-respect?"

Today, Tingxiang dares to make veiled attacks in a movie and openly provoke the most important film critic in the film industry. He doesn't even dare to think about what he might do tomorrow!

[Opening Day Box Office Statistics: "Ratatouille" is approaching the opening day box office of "Crazy Elf City," and a new record may be set.]

[Shocking! Sinnoh Champion and Unova Elite Four member appear together at Ripple Town Cinema; Tingxiang's new movie is terrifyingly captivating.]

Today, the claim that Carlos cuisine is the best in the world is rampant, a view disagreed by chefs and food critics from many regions.

A casual scroll through the page revealed countless news items about Tingxiang's new movie, a feeling reminiscent of the early days of "Crazy Elf City".

No one can control it, no one can stop it.

As for the films that Team Plasma asked him to review, they quietly died in some forgotten corner.

?

"Popcorn!"

A cheerful Izumi held up the cardboard box and showed it to Naz.

As Naz's neat bangs slid to one side with her head tilted, she said helplessly, "Even I have mastered some basic common sense."

"This is for children, right?"

Naz looked around the still-lit screening room. The children sitting between their parents had a large box of popcorn on their laps and would occasionally grab some and stuff it into their mouths.

Quanshu actually treated her like a child, but lacking common sense does not mean being psychologically immature.

Do you want to eat it?

"..."

Nazi, who had never tried popcorn before, picked up a piece; it was soft and sweet.

"Would you like to try some, Miss Dean?"

Quanshu turned and handed it to Lanxing. Ache and Guangtai, who were sitting to the right of the three, exchanged a glance and had an indescribable expression that said, "What is the boss doing?"

Sandwiched between Lanxing and Ache, Jasmine looked at the large bucket of popcorn in her hand. She was the youngest, but not young anymore. It seemed that the head of the Naz Pavilion had just said something rude.

But Jasmine continued eating without saying a word, because the other person was the famous Naz, and she couldn't say anything.

"Wait, Qishu is on the phone. I'll be back before the show starts."

Izumi walked around Naza's knees and left, and the atmosphere among the remaining people became awkward without them realizing it.

"Is Quanshu always this busy?"

Jasmine was completely unaware; she stayed in Ache's shop, focused on painting.

Recently, I've been feeling quite pleased with myself because a junior student who's good at weightlifting has joined me, and because of my rapid improvement in storyboarding skills.

Leaving his two female companions at the movie theater to answer a third person's phone call, it's hard to judge Guangtai and Ache, especially since Nazi was also there.

The owner of the Golden Pavilion met with the two quite a few times, seeing Izumi every day on the film set.

However, their "keep away" attitude and the reputation of her superpowers made it difficult for them to treat her with the same indifference as the spring water.

"He's been quite busy ever since he decided to make a movie."

Lanxing responded softly to Jasmine's question, saying that of Quanshu's four friends, she only barely knew Ache and Jasmine.

Naza suddenly spoke up: "What kind of person was Izumi-ki before? Can you tell me about him?"

before?

Lanxing naturally understood "before" as a more distant period.

“Before I met Quanshui, he lived in his grandfather’s stories.”

Chapter 12 When the Sun Rises (More to come later, past midnight, very late)

"Failed, failed, failed, failed..."

Director Shi Long desperately chewed on his fingers as he stared at the steadily rising box office of "Ratatouille" on the screen and the unmoving Three Musketeers. He had failed utterly.

The price of failure is death.

Not only him, but also two other desperate directors, one jumped from the eighth floor of the filming base, and the other was shot to death while trying to escape.

The three directors had anticipated the film's failure. How could a group of spirits, scavenged from people who had been lured into releasing animals, possibly make a good movie?

Shi Long didn't die not because the Plasma Team was kind, but simply because he was cowardly and didn't dare to escape with the two directors.

But his life was already on a countdown.

To be honest, Shi Long didn't understand why he wasn't dead yet, and why the Plasma Team hadn't killed him.

"crunch-"

The door to the director's office opened.

Shilong was horrified.

He never expected that the person who would personally see him off would be a big shot he could only see on a screen.

...

"Undeniably, our film project was a complete failure, and I, Smla, bear the primary responsibility."

At the Plasma Team meeting, Smura bowed deeply, apologizing to Quetzalcoatl and the other sages around the long table.

"Our film failed to achieve its intended effect, while Teigo's 'Ratatouille' is making an unstoppable impact on the Unova region."

"The distorted, intangible, and unfathomable thoughts of the people, which can only be brainwashed through hypnosis, are being subtly reshaped by Tingxiang."

"In the future, Team Plasma's speaking activities in Unova will inevitably face greater resistance. Smura's sins are unforgivable."

"Furthermore, despite the ban on watching movies, the films in Tingxiang still had a significant impact on the grassroots team members."

"I hope that all of you will work together to carry on the will of Team Plasma."

Smura, holding the long sage's hat in both hands, resigned, voluntarily giving up his position as a sage.

Although his other colleagues were annoyed by Smura's failure, they couldn't find any fault with his attitude of admitting his mistakes and accepting punishment.

"Smura, take the hat back."

After a long silence, Quixote finally spoke.

"Our plan has not yet succeeded, our great goal has not yet been achieved, I have already lost the Iron Triangle, I cannot lose you too."

“Lord Quixote…” Smura wept uncontrollably.

He knelt on the ground, trembling as he thanked the Pope for his grace.

Quixote is a full two meters tall, with a red eyepatch over his right eye, and he exudes a powerful sense of oppression even when he is sitting down.

His voice was powerful and resonant, conveying a steadfast determination that was undeterred by setbacks.

"The film project was proposed by Asura, approved by me, and executed by Simla. It was not the responsibility of one person."

"The failure is not due to the ability of the wise man; the Plasma Team is simply not good at making movies."

"To attack a superior force with a weaker one is not surprising, and it is not worth dismissing a wise man."

Quixote stood up.

"The United States' brainwashing speech program will continue, and it remains to be seen how effective Tingxiang's film will be in promoting the country."

"As for the wavering team members, tonight we will gather our believers and I will personally give a speech to act as the anchor."

His words were sincere and earnest.

Continuing brainwashing is the established policy, pardoning Smura is to demonstrate magnanimity and unite the wise, and giving a speech is to use personal ability to turn the tide.

Even the most learned and wise men could not discern any unusual thoughts in Quixote. They all rose and paid their respects to this magnanimous, valiant, and wise pope.

...

Nighttime, Plasma Team base.

The open-air platform was packed with people, believers who had come from all over the United States.

Cameras transmitted images to the plasma team members who remained at the branch base and were unable to attend due to work.

Pairs of fervent, worshipful eyes turned toward the high platform, not only to the Pope who was about to arrive, but also to N, the king of Team Plasma, who was sitting on the throne.

He had emerald green hair, a slender build, and sat upright in an elegant formal suit.

N's face is soft, and his eyes are clean and pure, but they exude a lifeless, gloomy quality. Only when he occasionally turns his head does it prove that he is not a delicate doll.

The appearance of N has brought back the focus of attention for the team members who were frustrated by the Team Plasma movie and whose views were shaken by the new movie.

The fanatical worship of the believers, the ordinary team members' admiration for N, and the confusion and bewilderment of the wavering members created a heavy atmosphere at the speech, like a powder keg.

A small number of wavering individuals are overwhelmed by the large number of fanatics, and the herd mentality forces them to abandon critical thinking.

"Den!"

Under the sudden flash of the spotlight, Quixote, holding a silver scepter, stepped onto the platform to greet the rising tide of cheers.

He raised the handle of his cane and slammed it into the ground.

A sharp sound echoed from the loudspeakers around the venue, abruptly silencing the crowd's frenzied shouts.

The venue, packed with thousands, was completely silent.

Quixote stood in the center of the platform, his voice deep and powerful, without trembling:

“In the past few days, our film has encountered some setbacks, and some of our brothers are also being tested in their faith.”

"The Village—a coward who has abandoned the idea of ​​liberating the elves, is spreading false ideas to the misled people of the Unova region."

"But evil cannot prevail over good, and people's minds will surely return to the right path, back to the road to the liberation of the elves..."

...

N, who had been motionless like a marionette, suddenly turned his eyes.

Not allowed to contact the outside world, he learned for the first time that Team Plasma had made a movie and that he had suffered a setback in his confrontation with Tsubasa.

So many far-reaching events were happening outside his confined cabin.

...

"Elves are unfortunate in human hands, forever unable to possess a complete existence, and these unfortunate elves are scattered throughout every corner of the land of Unova."

"Believers with the right beliefs, we must, we absolutely must, advance on the path of liberating the spirits."

The speech, which lasted only a few minutes, was followed by waves of applause from the audience.

The fanatics chanted the names of Ghettoss, N, and Team Plasma, dragging the wavering followers down into an extremely volatile atmosphere.

Even though the film by Tingxiang had planted seeds of doubt in their hearts, the members who already believed in Team Plasma's ideals were somewhat calmed down after Quigish's speech.

When the seeds of doubt will sprout again varies from person to person.

...

"crunch-"

Quixote barged into the room and looked at Shi Long with a gloomy expression.

"Lord Quechis?"

Shi Long's face turned pale, sensing that he was doomed.

Quixote's lips curled up, and his humble smile gradually became unrestrained, turning into exaggerated, manic laughter.