Pokémon, but cultural invasion.

"If you haven't decided yet, I recommend this tropical dragon-themed latte."

Wanlong pointed to the picture on the menu: "It combines floral fragrance, the freshness of tropical fruits, and intense sweetness, resulting in a rich and silky taste."

"Since you recommend it, I'll give it a try."

Quanshu didn't know much about coffee, but he readily agreed.

After placing their order, the two tacitly left Cynthia alone, allowing her to continue agonizing over the various display images.

As soon as the waiter left, Wanlong eagerly asked, "Regarding the creative ideas for the novel you mentioned on Navigator, Professor Quanshu..."

"A fallen genius, isn't he?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wanlong nodded vigorously, holding a pen and paper, and listened expectantly.

"Essentially, it's a story of initial setbacks followed by triumphs..."

Quanshu prefers cooperation and mutual benefit to simply asking for help.

But when faced with an eccentric like Wanlong who is extremely obsessed with novel writing, he has a million ways to seduce him.

"When the rookie trainer was at his lowest point, he was jilted by a rich young lady. He was proud and unyielding, and shouted in public: 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never underestimate a poor young man.'"

That night, it was discovered that the soul of the previous league champion was residing in a ring left behind by his mother.

"With the guidance of a champion and his own hard work, he personally eliminated his former fiancé on the final stage of the League Conference three years later..."

Wanlong took notes diligently, writing and pausing intermittently, interspersed with moments of reflection.

Although this kind of opening where the protagonist suffers a humiliating defeat is unheard of, Izumi must have his reasons for saying that.

After all, his previous suggestion—the "prince's regret" approach—had already been wildly popular among female readers.

Moreover, Wanlong discovered that the more she described the prince's deep regret and anguish, the more enthusiastic the readers' feedback became.

After hearing the general outline of the story, Wanlong put down his pen and closed the book, exclaiming, "Teacher, you really should try writing novels. Your talent is truly amazing."

Quanshu was speechless for a moment. He would never do that kind of mentally and physically exhausting, time-consuming, and miserable work.

"I've already contacted Yati in Feiyun City."

He said he warmly welcomed the Tingxiang film crew to film in Feiyun City, and the city hall was willing to provide transportation subsidies for the crew members.

Wanlong laughed and said, "I have to explain. I didn't contribute much in this process. It was purely because Yadi saw the success of Yuhong City."

Both the Dark Grey City Museum and the central streets of Celadon City have seen a surge in visitors since the movie's release.

It's hard not to be inspired when any city sees an excellent precedent.

“Yati also told me that he felt like he had won the lottery in Feiyun City.”

"That would be perfect."

The atmosphere was harmonious when Quanshu noticed that a cabbage across from him suddenly raised its head.

He thought Cynthia had finally made her choice, but she nudged Wanlong with her elbow and whispered, "Watch the time."

Before they arrived, the two had agreed on a time to discuss their respective parts of the novel and the film.

Wanlong, who was also interested in "Night of Wonders," did not reject Cynthia's proposal.

I just hope that Sister Zhulan can behave like a normal champion.

The two exchanged glances.

Cynthia put down the menu and asked, "Mr. Izumi, I recently watched your new movie 'Night of Wonders.' Could you tell me where you got your inspiration?"

"Why did you choose this theme? Are you interested in historical mythology?"

Izumi was taken aback, not expecting that Cynthia was actually interested in movies.

He truthfully stated, "The inspiration came from a novelist named Milan, and I adapted the entire work to suit local tastes..."

"The characters of Hai Zhe and Xiao Zhao in the movie left a deep impression on me. Hai Zhe was a real person, but what about Xiao Zhao? I couldn't find any record of her in the Water Vein City Library. Is she a fictional character in the movie?"

"this..."

Cynthia then asked him many more questions, initially focusing on the film itself and its creative process, but later delving into myths and history from various regions.

Quanshu's limited knowledge left him struggling to cope, and in the end he had to resort to rumors he had gathered from his previous life.

With the long string of questions paused, Cynthia held her water glass in both hands, feeling a long-lost sense of satisfaction.

After meeting and exchanging ideas, I discovered that the person in front of me was knowledgeable about myths from various places. Although there was too much unofficial history mixed in, his perspective was unique.

This made her so engrossed in the conversation that she didn't even realize it.

There aren't many amateur scholars interested in mythological history, and it's been a long time since such a lively and engaging discussion has taken place.

"By the way, Cynthia, are you interested in games?" Izumi asked casually.

"game?"

Cynthia hesitated and said, "I haven't played many games."

"That's alright. Actually, I want to invite not only you, but also your Pokémon."

Quanshu smiled and said, "I hope you will form a team and participate in the game."

Wanlong expressed skepticism: "Pokémon can be played in games?"

"Yes, this game emphasizes the cooperation between trainers and Pokémon, so I think Cynthia and her Pokémon will definitely win beautifully."

Chapter 93 A Plan to Gather Three Wise Men

"win?"

Wanlong caught the key phrase and asked curiously, "Does it refer to winning the game, or are there other participants in this game?"

Izumi was surprised by her keen insight and said, "We will invite other trainers to participate in the game to see who has a better connection with their Pokémon."

Wanlong became even more curious.

She had only ever seen this kind of scenario—where trainers and Pokémon form a team and then battle against other trainers—in battles.

If it were a real battle, Cynthia would undoubtedly be able to sweep through the enemy lines with overwhelming force.

Unless Izumi can bring in other champion-level players.

Cynthia also became interested, after all, she seemed to have never lost when she was with her own Pokémon.

She raised an eyebrow: "Can I ask who's in there?"

"Water Spirits Gym Leader Lulina, Raven Spirits Gym Leader Chrysanthemum, Lightbringer Gym Leader Qishu, Cerulean Spirits Gym Leader Xiaoxia..."

Quanshu spoke of the participants as fluently as reciting a menu, counting on his fingers: "Besides them, there are also judges and commentators."

Wanlong was secretly alarmed. With top supermodels like Lulina and Xiaojuer, the lineup of viewers for this game was truly impressive.

If you add Sister Zhulan to the mix, this group of people could form a half-baked alliance on their own.

However, she had some doubts: could Quanshu really invite these two supermodels?

Based on information available online, he has absolutely no connection with these two museum owners.

Quanshu is a genius game producer with a great reputation in the game industry, but the game industry... to be honest, is pretty obscure.

"Night at Night" certainly brought him some fame, allowing him to compete with veterans in the film industry.

But the film industry is practically dead, and its influence remains limited.

Lulina and Xiaojuer are top-tier models and idols; they're not so easy to invite.

As for the second-rate livestreamer Qishu and the half-baked stage actress Xiaoxia, let's not even mention them.

"That sounds interesting."

Cynthia felt that with so many familiar faces participating, the experience couldn't be too bad.

More importantly, since winning the championship, there have been fewer and fewer occasions where he needs to fight.

Her Pokémon are bored every day, so it's good to find something for them to do.

In Cynthia's eyes, this game was similar to a parent-child game that kindergarten teachers would ask parents and children to play together.

"Then why don't you hire me as the commentator?"

Wanlong was also quite curious to see what was going on and how Quanshu would organize that game.

"Of course, the commentator position is currently vacant."

Quanshu originally planned to go up and explain himself, but Wanlong volunteered, which saved him some effort.

After discussing the most crucial issues, the rest became casual conversation.

There is no custom in the Pokémon world of treating someone to a meal when you ask them for a favor, but Izumi Tree still carries some of that bad habit from his past life.

He treated the two to a meal at a local specialty restaurant in Feiyun City, and they had a very pleasant conversation.

After the meal, it was time to say goodbye.

Quanshu waved and said, "See you next time, Sister Cabbage."

"Okay, next time..."

Cynthia stopped abruptly, asking in confusion, "What did you just call me?"

Completely relaxed during casual conversation, Izumi realized he was doomed when he let slip a secret.

I got used to calling you that in my past life, so I blurted it out when we parted.

He could only awkwardly brush it off: "Well, just consider it a slip of the tongue."

"Cabbage...what a strange name. Can it really be used as a name?"

Cynthia rested her fingertips on her chin in thought. In a world where many people use "Little X" as their name, it's rare to see someone use vegetables or fruits directly.

"I think it sounds pretty good."

Wanlong grinned, looking like he was enjoying the show.

"Too."

Cynthia seemed thoughtful; surprisingly, she didn't dislike the name and felt a sense of closeness had been bridged.

The reason why He Wanlong calls her Sister Zhulan is similar.

"Anyway, I might talk to you about mythology and history again in the future. If you'd like, you can call me Cabbage."

Cynthia smiled, her deep gray eyes curving into a gentle arc.

"In return, I will call you by your name—Izumi-ki."

"Well... okay."

Quanshu scratched his cheek. He was used to calling her "Sister Cabbage," and it felt strange to always address her as Cynthia in person.

For example, he likes to call Dragonite Fat, but if you ask Izumi to call it Dragonite, he'll have to think for a few seconds before he can say it.

"Well then, Wanlong and Sister Baicai, see you next time."

"Okay, goodbye."

They parted at the street corner, their figures gradually disappearing into the interplay of warm yellow and cool white light.

Another figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

Mewtwo?

Quanshu was startled; he had been chatting so relaxedly that he had forgotten about this gentleman.

The face beneath the cloak showed little change in expression.

Mewtwo snorted coldly. He had originally intended to ask some questions, but there was no need for that now.

He had already read the script in his hand several times.

But Mewtwo still doesn't understand why the copy in the script would do something that is tantamount to self-sacrifice.

A copy should defeat and destroy the original.

Otherwise, what is the point of its existence?

Mewtwo clenched its fists; it would never act like the idiot in the script.