Pokémon, but cultural invasion

"You guys should go to bed early tonight, I have something to do."

Chapter 197 I Want to See You

The bright moon shines high above the blue clouds, casting its frost-like glow over thousands of miles.

As Quanshu closed the wooden door, the swirling snowflakes immediately clung to his trench coat.

After finishing their New Year's Eve dinner, Lanxing and Nazi were busy with their own things and would probably go to sleep before the New Year arrived.

Sometimes it's quite amazing to think about it, that three people would have New Year's Eve dinner together.

That makes sense, though. One lost both parents early, the other was abandoned by both parents, and the other was disliked by the mother and neglected by the father.

Being able to gather together to spend New Year's Eve, the warmth shared between people is touching even though they are not family.

"I'll have to trouble you to make this trip, Latias."

Izumi stroked Latias's fair neck, and she turned her head to nuzzle against Izumi's chest, responding softly.

"Let's go."

It's worth mentioning that Latias's gift was a wooden comb, suitable for larger elves.

Ibrahimovic's gift was a high-end computer, which made her extremely happy.

The gifts for Tutu Dog and Iron Dumbbell are similar: paints and brushes related to painting.

Polygons are ultra-large capacity electronic products that don't have many functions, but allow you to swim freely inside them.

As for Gastly, its New Year's gift is to take good care of Little Meteorite so that Little Meteorite won't disturb people's sweet dreams on the first day of the new year.

Sitting on Latias's back, I was lifted into the air, feeling slightly weightless.

The ever-increasing distance shrinks the vast city of Golden City into a terraced field of lights stretching out at your feet.

People from all walks of life have all sorts of dreams for the New Year.

Xiao Yin was sitting in an izakaya in Golden City, drinking heavily with a group of colleagues who didn't want to go back to their hometown.

He was drinking juice and smelling the alcohol in the air; he seemed a little drunk.

The disintegration of Team Plasma in the Unova region shocked the world, and it also shocked him.

The alliance's power was so formidable that Father's ambitions were far beyond reach.

At Ache Photography Studio, located five or six blocks away from the izakaya, the owner was not there. Jasmine and her family, who were far away in Alora, were talking on the phone with their fingers intertwined in their hair.

Ah-Che, who was clamoring to send warmth to the employees of Tingxiang for the New Year, was forced back to his hometown by his parents who were pressuring him to get married. Right now, he might be sitting awkwardly with his blind date in some high-end restaurant.

Guangtai brought fruit to comfort the injured workers at the toy factory, and the family was finally reunited late at night.

Red and Blue were distressed by the closure of gyms in various places, so they trained their Pokémon at a battle club in Pewter City.

If we broaden our perspective further, we see Ziyu going to the amusement park with Kiku-sama, Mari getting a headache over her brother still studying sheet music on New Year's Eve, and Ayaka diligently preparing to face Leon-tei...

The full moon, like a mirror, reflects all aspects of the world.

Flying above the clouds, untouched by rain or snow.

The vast, bright moon seemed almost within reach, and with Eevee providing a protective shield, the spring tree could move even faster.

...

Carlos region, City of Wings.

The night was cloudless, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

A child was peering out the window and saw a blurry black shadow fly past the bright moon.

He exclaimed in surprise, "Mom, the messenger who brings gifts to good children really exists! It just flew over!"

"Silly child, the celebration time has long passed."

...

"That concludes today's live stream. Happy New Year to everyone!"

"If you feel numb all over, then subscribe to my channel!"

"Snapped!"

Turn off the camera and return the screen to the home screen.

"Eight hours, I'm absolutely exhausted!"

Qi Shu stretched and slumped back in his gaming chair.

The thought of having to patrol during the New Year period tomorrow made the little magnets on either side of her head peek out with mosquito coil eyes.

The backrest automatically tilts back, revealing a ceiling covered in lightning stripes.

The clock on the wall—23:57.

There are three minutes left until the new year.

Why do I have to work overtime during the New Year holiday?

Her cheeks puffed out like a pufferfish.

The three minutes specifically reserved for someone meant that he had probably already spent a leisurely day in Kanto.

The thought of her, a pitiful person exploited by the workplace, wishing Izumi, who idles away his days, a Happy New Year is infuriating.

The New Year's bells rang slowly in the brightly lit city of Niangguang.

"Happy New Year, Electric Frog!"

Qi Shu held his phone, but the other party did not respond for a long time.

Just as she was getting angry and ready to furiously type away at the keyboard, a text message that popped up on the screen made her pause slightly.

Thoughts flow like a spring: I'm at the entrance of the Niangguang Dojo, where are you? I'm coming to see you.

Qi Shu's heart suddenly raced, pounding like a joyful drumbeat.

"No way..."

She rushed to the window and pulled back the heavy curtains.

The car headlights formed a shimmering river of light, flowing endlessly along the road like a galaxy on earth.

The Niangguang Dojo is situated between two intersecting Milky Ways, and the high platform at the entrance offers a view of the sea.

A figure stood beneath the warm lights shining at the entrance of the dojo, his shadow caught in the diffused light.

"Braised Electric Frog: Wait for me."

“Patta, patta, patta…”

Qi Shu completely forgot that he was wearing slippers and ran downstairs in a daze.

The apartment is quite a distance from the Niangguang Dojo.

Loudspeakers along the streets blared New Year's songs, and people cheered the arrival of the New Year in the sleepless city.

As she ran breathlessly to the steps in front of the dojo, all the noise around her faded away, and the gentle sound of the tide from the inner sea of ​​Nagamitsu City came over her.

As the stone steps descended one after another, the outline of the dojo's gate finally came into view.

Eagerly climbing the strange tree on the high platform, I saw the figures under the streetlights and was suddenly stunned.

That's not a real person, but an inflatable dummy used to celebrate the opening of a shop, which someone left there.

Unexpected, yet perfectly logical.

No matter how you look at it, it's impossible for someone to travel from Guandu to Padiya in the middle of the night without any warning or prior notice.

I was so stupid to run downstairs just because of a text message and a blurry shadow.

Thinking of this, Qi Shu felt a lump in his throat.

She would actually believe such a terrible joke...

"I want to yell at him..."

Qi Shu pulled out his phone from his pocket, bent down to type, and large tears dripped onto the screen.

Only then did she realize that she had run too fast and one of her slippers was missing, and the sole of her foot felt cold and rough.

Suddenly, a puzzled voice came from behind: "A strange tree?"

When the familiar, warm voice rang out, she froze again, then turned around.

Quanshu, holding a slipper, stood alive at the bottom of the steps with a strange expression: "You just ran past me, and your shoe fell off. You couldn't hear me when I called you."

"I almost thought I had mistaken someone for someone else."

As he approached, he noticed that Qi Shu's nose was red and his eyes were brimming with tears.

The emotions that Qi Shu was building up were interrupted in just a few seconds, and his thoughts were in complete disarray.

She thought for a moment, then asked blankly, "Why did you suddenly come to Niangguang City?"

After not seeing him for several months, Quanshu felt both familiar and strange to her. Although she longed to see him, she felt an indescribable sense of estrangement when they actually met.

"how to say."

Quanshu picked up the plastic bag in his hand: "These are dumplings... never mind, I guess you don't even know what dumplings are."

"Remember xiaolongbao? You wanted to eat some. Like dumplings, they are made of flour. But I don't know how to make xiaolongbao, so I'll use dumplings instead."

"However, there are still significant differences between the two."

Quanshu rambled on for a while, then finally scratched his head and said in a low voice, "Dumplings are one reason, but the most important thing—"

"I want to see you."

His eyes were deep and bright.

The unfamiliar distance vanished with the heartwarming words, and the strange tree burst into laughter through its tears.

"Me too..."

She ran down the steps, and as she got closer, she felt awkward and hesitant. Finally, she took Quanshu's hand.

"I've always wanted to."

Chapter 198 It's Hard Not to Have a Magnemite

When their fingertips touched, there was a ticklish sensation, like a feather brushing against them, accompanied by a hint of tentative hesitation.

It felt as if a circuit switch had been turned on; a tiny current surged along the skin, transforming into a burning sensation on the cheeks.

The tingling and numb sensation startled Qi Shu. She instinctively curled her knuckles, wondering if Quan Shu had some tiny, crackling, electric fish hidden on her body.

But the next second, she was caught up by a large hand and squeezed into its palm.

Quanshu's hands were much larger than hers, easily enveloping her, broad and warm.

The fingertips, which I often use to write, are covered with thin calluses. When I brush against the back of my hand, they have a slightly abrasive feel, but it is surprisingly reassuring.

She loved the rich flavor created by the mixture of a tingling, warm, comforting, and heart-fluttering sensation, and she especially loved the spring tree.

Why are your hands so cold?

The moment they held hands, Quanshu noticed that the live streamer's small hand was icy cold.

She wore the oversized cyberpunk-style trench coat she usually wears during her live streams, and barefoot in a pair of shark-shaped sandals.

He at least had some understanding of the strange tree.

She probably only showed her upper body during the live stream and had heating at home, so she was too lazy to wear shoes and socks.

Upon receiving the message, I acted impulsively and ran out without even changing my shoes.

On a cold winter night, the girl's small insteps and slender ankles were red from the cold.

"Where do you live? You'd better go home quickly."

Quanshu felt a pang of sympathy for him. Perhaps he should have informed him of his impending arrival beforehand, but he certainly hadn't expected Qishu to come running down in slippers.

"there."