The slightly dull atmosphere of the arena dispersed due to the length of ti.
The audience cheered and clapped continuously, with whistles and applause constantly ringing throughout the arena.
Thanks to the coolness of Frozen Wind, the softness of Calming Bell, and the invigorating aroma, even the most impatient and irritable person would feel a deep sense of comfort at this mont.
What a wonderful, magnificent performance!
They took out their phones to spread the word, sharing their excitent like a spring surge, with many eager to be the first to upload the videos online.
Unfortunately, no matter how fast these people were, they couldn’t beat the Mawile Fan Club.
This small group that originated in Kanaz City quickly expanded to hundreds of mbers, including many enthusiastic fans of the Gorgeous Competition.
At the venue, they had already set up several caras, recording the entire performance from the clearest angles, and quickly edited and uploaded it online with music.
The reason for not using the original sound was poor audio quality; the sound of Calming Bell wasn’t clearly recorded.
What disappointed the audience more was that the video couldn’t convey the cool breeze brought by Mawile or the refreshing aroma, and without the bell’s sound, the artistic mood was sowhat blurred, significantly detracting from the viewing experience.
When they shared their feelings in the chat group, other online fan club mbers were incredibly jealous.
’Why! Why am I not there in person!’
’I really want Mawile to blow so cool air, boo hoo hoo...’
’The aroma is like the scent of incense! Quickly create a bottle of it! Will slling it while watching and turning on the fan make it better?’
’You’re quite talented!’
’No! We must have Baimu start a personal blog to announce the competition schedule; I can’t stand it anymore!’
’Agree!’
’Agree 1’
’Agree 2’
...
A series of ’agree’ ssages flooded the chat screen.
anwhile, the review and scoring session began in the arena.
"Thanks to Mawile for bringing us coolness in such hot weather, its adorable appearance is truly irresistible~"
Host Vivian’s spirit was uplifted, and her tone rose a few pitches, no longer as coy as at the beginning.
The floor was handed over to Mr. Patistan.
The gray-haired middle-aged man smiled slightly, calmly picked up the microphone and took a deep breath.
"If I had to describe the performance with one word, I think ’breathtaking’ fits perfectly. The overall rhythm was soothing without causing impatience, and the chill from Frozen Wind swept away our inner heat.
"Though it isn’t as eye-catching as a fla dance, the increasingly mature dance skills and that ineffable mood are extrely rare in the Gorgeous Competition. The spiritual impact brought by Mawile touches my heart more than the increasingly homogenized visual effects today; calling it the pinnacle of mood-type performances is not an overstatent..."
He spoke incessantly, his lips trembling, his words firing like a machine gun.
Initially, Vivian wore a cheerful smile, but after a while, her smile grew stiff. It wasn’t until the studio cut off the microphone sound that she breathed a sigh of relief and awkwardly said, "Um... thanks to Mr. Patistan for the review. Next, let’s welco Mr. Liu Lai—Mr. Liu Lai?"
"..."
With the microphone covered, Liu Lai remained silent, his face completely hidden.
When he raised his head, his handso face was sared with tears and snot, as if he was overwheld by deep emotion, and he took the microphone again and shouted like a roar.
"Su——!! Ba——!! Ra——!! Si——"
The last note was cut off by the studio due to concerns about blowing the speakers.
All the audience thought it was a Pokémon suddenly using High Pitch, rubbing their ears with stars in their eyes, looking around bewildered.
As the nearest victim, Miss Joy still maintained a sweet smile and said, with Vivian looking relieved like finding a savior, "The spiritual mood perfectly blends with the Pokémon’s performance. I think it’s a very wonderful presentation, and yesterday’s fatigue was instantly cured."
As expected, Miss Joy is reliable.
Vivian breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let’s have the three judges give their scores!"
Beep beep beep.
9.9/9.9/9.9
A total of 29.7 points, undeniably the highest score of the day!
"The highest score has been achieved! Let’s congratulate Mawile and its Trainer!" Vivian’s tone inevitably carried a hint of excitent.
Baimu, who had remained quiet, exchanged a glad smile with Mawile upon seeing the score.
The score increased!
Though they didn’t achieve a perfect score, a total of 29.7 is unrivaled in the venue!
It seems like there haven’t been many perfect scores in the animation either?
——
Preparation room.
Baimu returned with Mawile.
Xiaoguang imdiately approached upon seeing him and excitedly said, "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! Mawile’s performance on stage was over ten tis better than during practice! Amazing!"
"Thank you."
He replied with a smile, and Mawile also bowed proudly.
However, Baimu looked around but didn’t see Piplup, causing so curiosity, "Where’s Piplup?"
This little penguin should have been rushing over as quickly as possible, right? Could it have shifted affections?
"About Piplup..."
Xiaoguang awkwardly pinched her hands and pointed to a row of benches in the distance, "It’s over there."
As Baimu looked over, he imdiately saw Piplup lying on the bench, twitching, "Uh, what happened to it? Ate sothing bad for lunch?"
"Too excited and couldn’t calm down."
Xiaoguang replied.
It turned out that the two had specially gone to the audience seats for a close-up experience of Mawile’s performance. When they experienced Mawile’s stunning dance and the cool breeze mixed with aroma up close, Piplup almost fainted from excitent.
Just like fans at a Michael Jackson concert who were hospitalized from excitent.
"Chido?"
Mawile slowly approached upon hearing that.
Slling the familiar scent, the twitching Piplup instantly cald down and adopted what it thought was a charming expression and posed like a thinker.
Even a little penguin has dignity; it would never allow itself to embarrassingly behave in front of its beloved Mawile goddess.
"Chido..."
Seeing it recovering, Mawile figured this guy’s episode was over, nodded at Piplup, and returned to Baimu’s side.
The ’majestic’ pose it had conjured collapsed like a deflated balloon.
"Seems deeply in love. One day, when its love completely falls apart, you must comfort it well," Baimu whispered to Xiaoguang.
Piplup is actually quite resilient; even after being chased and attacked by Ash Ketchum’s Gible using teor Shower every day, it still forgave the opponent, hoping that when love shatters, it won’t affect it too much.
"No problem, Piplup is very strong!"
Miss No Problem waved her hand broadly.
anwhile.
As the last few contestants completed their performance, the large screen began displaying the table indicating the qualifiers.
Xiaoguang, Baimu, and the Trainer using Milotic were prominently among them.
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