Pokémon, but cultural invasion.

Behind the bustling city that never sleeps, the faces of everyone and even the Pokémon bear the marks of overwork and exhaustion.

Hiroshi was one of them, which is why he relaxed on the train and drifted into a daze and memories.

After gradually understanding the film's backstory, viewers who grew up in a utopian world felt a sense of relief.

Thank goodness I wasn't born into the world depicted in this movie, otherwise it would have been too tragic.

After a quick tour, Hiroshi arrived at his home—a two-story residential house.

open the door.

"Dad, I'm home."

A little boy with a potato-shaped head stood in the entryway to greet him.

"Shin-chan, it should be 'You're back'."

Shinnosuke Nohara spread his hands, exclaiming helplessly, "Seriously, why are you taking a five-year-old so seriously?"

He shook his potato-shaped head, and some audience members couldn't help but laugh.

A five-year-old child is saying things that don't sound like a child, which makes people laugh.

"That brat..."

Hiroshi rubbed his shoes off with his foot, loosened his tie, and put down his briefcase.

"Bah ah~"

The laurel leaves that greeted him extended two vines, disdainfully placing the two leather shoes scattered on the ground into the shoe cabinet, as if disposing of something unclean.

The rattan whip was more agile than his hands; it removed Hiroshi's wet coat and helped him loosen his tie.

Shin-chan ran across the living room, and the sound of robots combining came from the TV.

The oppressive and heavy atmosphere at the beginning was relieved and released at this moment.

The audience in the screening room unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief; indeed, home is always the warmest place, no matter where you are.

Chapter 117 Mewtwo: I knew it

Shin-chan sat in front of the TV in the living room, staring intently at the robot combining on the screen.

The slippery boy behind him was building with blocks.

"Electric Dragon, would you like some drinks too?"

The electric dragon sitting opposite Hiroshi looked old and tired, its tail drooping.

"Plop~"

The electric dragon patted the cup on the table, and two vine whips took out ice-cold beer from the refrigerator and filled the cups for both the person and the dragon.

Hiroshi took a small sip, the coolness washing away the day's fatigue, and he groaned comfortably, "I feel truly alive again."

After taking a sip, Dianlong's cheeks flushed slightly, and the red ball on his forehead flickered, making him look extremely content.

"cheers!"

Laurel Leaf looked at the two drunkards with disdain, while its other vine whip held a pen and scribbled in the ledger.

Before long, the beer on the side was empty.

The electric dragon lay comfortably on the table, its tail swaying to the music on the TV.

"Electric Dragon, would you like another drink?"

"Boom!"

Guangzhi winked at it, and Dianlong understood immediately.

It pretended to go to the toilet, and as it passed by, it opened the refrigerator door, ready to grab another bottle of beer.

"Snapped!"

The vine whip lashed mercilessly at the electric dragon's outstretched short hand.

"Bah!"

One of the laurel leaves held up an account book, while the other held up the electric dragon's payslip from the previous month, and began to pour out its grievances.

The electric dragon slunk back to its original spot, lying on the floor with a look of utter despair.

Hiroshi laughed heartily, just as the program on TV ended.

He urged, "Happy times are always short, Shin-chan, it's time to go to sleep."

"Good~"

Shin-chan and Slippery Boy quickly ran to the bedroom, pretending to be completely unaware of the toys scattered all over the floor.

In the end, it was Laurel Leaf who used the vine whip to clean up the mess.

The wonderful interactions between humans and Pokémon are novel to the audience.

If the intelligence of real-world Pokémon is equivalent to that of a seven or eight-year-old child, then the Pokémon in the movies behave more like adults.

Laurel Leaf, who single-handedly took care of all the housework and managed the family finances, even knew how to cook and could prepare snacks to go with drinks.

Dianlong, whose behavior resembles that of a middle-aged man, wants to drink more but is too embarrassed to do so because of his salary on Weibo.

The scene of Pokémon drinking with their trainers was still too advanced for the audience, who were generally easygoing.

Slick Boy is actually the one most like a traditional Pokémon, playing building block games with Shin-chan and playing the role of a child.

A small family formed by humans and Pokémon in a cold city.

Xiao Ju'er savored this setting, finding it somewhat unbalanced and fantastical, with a unique flavor.

She couldn't help but think that if she lived in this city in the movie, she would be lucky to have a warm home with her Pokémon.

The night in the movie is fleeting.

Electric Dragon went to work with a hunched back and listless eyes; Laurel Leaf had to take care of the housework.

Guangzhi finally had a day off and wanted to go to the hospital to check on his old back, which he had sprained a few days ago.

He took Shin-chan and Slippery Boy out, but forgot that the clinic was closed on Sundays.

on the way home.

"Oh, beautiful older sister!"

At the entrance of a massage parlor, Xiaoxin was attracted by a beautiful woman dressed as a nurse.

"When did this massage parlor open?"

Hiroshi raised his head and read, "Authentic Long-eared Rabbit Fighting Technique Massage - Cures Backache and Pain in One Session."

There were indeed long-eared rabbits dressed in uniforms beckoning customers at the store entrance.

"This guest, have you strained your back?"

The nurse noticed his hunched back and tried to sell him her product: "Back pain, shoulder pain, constipation, and smelly feet can all be cured in one go, giving you a body of steel!"

"But..."

Hiroshi remembered that he still had a 32-year mortgage to pay, and he couldn't afford to use it if the fees were too high.

The nurse said mysteriously, "And you're the ten thousandth customer to pass by our shop, so your treatment is completely free!"

"Free?! Then I won't be polite." Hiroshi, supporting his aching back, walked inside.

Shin-chan, who was standing nearby, quickly asked, "What about me?"

"You and the slippery boy should go back first."

"Getting angry won't help."

Shin-chan's face sometimes looks like a puffed-up pufferfish, and sometimes like a leaky plastic bag.

"Slippery boy, let's go home!"

Hiroshi changed into loose pajamas and lay down on the treatment bed. The aromatherapy offered by the long-eared rabbit helped him fall into a deep sleep within seconds.

The big screen went dark, and the clicking sound of gears turning could be heard.

"Mr. Nohara, please wake up. The treatment is all over."

The screen followed Hiroshi's gaze, and as he opened his eyes, the blurry scenery around him gradually became clear.

Am I asleep?

The camera follows Hiroshi as he sits up in bed, surprised, and says, "My back doesn't hurt at all anymore."

"Great! Enjoy your new body and live a comfortable and pleasant life."

After a brief thank you, Hiroshi couldn't wait to share the good news with his family.

He walked onto the street, and the people and Pokémon on the street looked at the camera with surprised expressions.

"My back is healed and even my steps have become lighter!"

Hiroshi, completely oblivious to the strange looks from those around him, started running and overtook the cars driving on the road, causing gasps of surprise.

The scenery rushed past in the camera lens, and soon we arrived at our doorstep.

"I am back!"

Hiroshi pushed open the door and heard Shin-chan exaggerating his tattling to Kikunojo in the living room.

"Dad is following the long-eared rabbit..."

Shin-chan held up both hands above his head: "The kind of long-eared rabbit with fluffy ears."

"chant!"

Laurel Leaf gritted her teeth, the vine whip she was sweeping almost leaving afterimages.

"What nonsense are you spouting, you brat!"

Hiroshi entered the living room, where Yueguiye was preparing to serve him with a rattan whip, but she was suddenly terrified when she saw his appearance.

The rattan whip swirled around Shin-chan and Slippery Boy, pulling them back to the corner of the wall.

"It's a robot!" Shin-chan's eyes lit up.

"What are you talking about?"

The camera freezes, and Hiroshi takes a step forward, accompanied by the sliding sound of mechanical parts moving, before he enters the frame.

Its entire body is covered in a beige metal shell, with exposed electronic cables visible between its joints and waist.

Because its appearance is modeled after Hiroshi, it cannot be called handsome; at most, it is an old man-type robot.

"A real robot dad!"

Excited, Shin-chan jumped off the rattan cushion and held up the mirror on the table: "Look!"

"Is this me?"

Hiroshi was terrified by the bald robot in the mirror, his upper body spinning like a top before he calmed down.

No wonder Laurel Leaf still looks wary of him; she's practically ready to unleash her flying leaf dagger.

"It's that massage parlor!" He quickly figured out the reason for the anomaly.

When Hiroshi, along with Bay Leaf and Shin-chan, went to the store to confront them, they found only a bare, empty space.

The store vanished into thin air.

During the family meeting that evening, Laurel Leaf and Electric Dragon looked worried and wary of Hiroshi.

Shin-chan and Slippery Boy looked on with a mixture of curiosity and admiration.

Suddenly I've become a robot, but life still goes on.

Hiroshi sighed as he looked at the two Pokémon's wary expressions, feeling as if his intimacy level had been reset to zero.

However, it's normal that Pokémon wouldn't recognize him now.

Many viewers in the theater had a moment of foolish urge to ask their Pokémon, "If I became a robot, would you still love me?"

Only Mewtwo, hidden beneath the cloak, unconsciously clenched its fist.

I knew it.