Upon learning that Baimu’s performance is about to begin,
The preparation room suddenly lost nearly half of the participants, and the environnt beca more spacious.
Without a doubt.
They all went to the scene.
’Soone’s performance can only be appreciated when experienced in person’—this view has spread online and has already beco a consensus among many Gorgeous Competition enthusiasts.
"Wow, so exaggerated!"
Xiaosheng couldn’t help but comnt, saying, "Sister’s performance never got such a treatnt!"
When Xiaoyao was on stage, so people went to the scene too, but nowhere near as excessive as Baimu’s performance, which almost cleared out half the preparation room.
"This just shows everyone acknowledges Baimu’s strength!"
Xiaogang nodded earnestly as he spoke.
When none of his companions were participating in the Gorgeous Competition, he usually didn’t pay much attention to this aspect, but even so, he often heard Baimu’s na from other Coordinator Trainers.
It was enough to show how famous he was.
Everyone was sowhat shocked.
"Apprentice, why don’t we form a Gorgeous Competition idol group?" Liuqia didn’t know how many tis she’d tried to entice Baimu like this.
As for Phoenix Legend and the like, it’s better to politely decline...
Baimu helplessly replied, "It’s just that people in Hoenn are more supportive."
That’s not exactly wrong.
Although people like the Ocean Team, Magma Team, and Shanren generally promoted online, according to the leader of the Mawile support group—Miss Bei Lingyin, the core mbers of the support group were primarily gathered in the Hoenn Region.
There’s no choice.
Since he debuted in Hoenn, he’s naturally recognized by the Hoenn people, and it’s the sa for others; fans have local territorial attributes to so extent.
Even soone as world-renowned as Mikoli, the fan group’s specific personnel composition is still more skewed towards Hoenn.
"Anyway, let’s head to the scene! Good luck, idol!"
Xiaoguang giggled, pulling Xiaoyao and Liuqia away, while the others either verbally encouraged or nodded before leaving the preparation room one after another.
Leaving Baimu alone to recall Mawile, heading alone towards the contestant passage.
Along the way.
He suddenly stopped, taking out the Pokeball containing the Altered-color Milotic.
The slight tremor from his palm reached his heart, and he could almost imagine that beautiful face and those captivating eyes, which were now revealing tension and confusion.
"Ha..."
Baimu leaned against the wall, gently rubbing the surface of the Pokeball, and mockingly said:
"Idiot, still thinking about those irrelevant things at a ti like this. Don’t worry about other people’s views; don’t carry any burden. Let’s do our best so that we’re not wasting this trip."
He paused, his gaze softening, "Do you rember what I said? As long as we try hard, there’s a chance to blossom and bear fruit, sweat testifies to everything. Believe , and believe in yourself!"
Pokémon always love hearing heartfelt encouragent from their Trainer.
After all, no matter what, they will firmly believe in the words of the Trainer they have ford a deep bond with.
Even if the content is unrealistic, they’ll trust without hesitation and do their utmost to turn those words into a reality their Trainer can be proud of.
The wobbling of the Pokeball stopped.
For the foolish Altered-color Milotic believing in [miracles], those words were the best kind of encouragent. With enough effort put in, they will certainly attain results that will satisfy them!
Let’s go!
It’s already eager!
"Let’s go!" Baimu, holding the Pokeball, walked briskly towards the contestant passage outside.
——
At the entrance of the venue.
"Idiot i Yali, hurry up! Otherwise, we’ll miss Xiaobai’s performance!"
Hoopa flew forward while shouting to i Yali, who was holding a paper bag behind her.
"You, you think it’s whose fault!"
The latter gasped for breath as she jogged along, nearly out of breath.
They arrived in the morning, not wanting to disturb Baimu’s competition status, so they didn’t find him, spending all the way until afternoon when Hoopa suddenly cried out that it wanted donuts, claiming it saw a donut shop.
i Yali didn’t want to attract attention, so she agreed... Initially, ti was still ample.
Who would have thought this guy would struggle over two flavors for half an hour.
She almost felt like hitting soone.
Hoopa flew a short distance ahead, turning back to say, "Should I open a portal then?"
"No way! Brother said we shouldn’t attract unnecessary attention, we still have so ti, let’s run over!" i Yali gritted her teeth and accelerated.
With a rare Mythical Pokémon that talks, she’s already very noticeable, and using the Golden Ring to open a portal would certainly attract more attention, causing trouble for her brother Balza.
"Really stubborn."
Hoopa muttered, but the thought of seeing Baimu’s performance again brought anticipation to its face.
It had accompanied i Yali in watching his performances in the Gorgeous Competitions, so there’s no way not to be captivated by them.
Soon.
i Yali, gasping for breath, finally returned to her seat, where Balza worryingly opened a bottle and passed it over.
"Are you okay? Don’t worry, it hasn’t started yet, you’re on the next turn."
"I’m fine! Gulp..."
i Yali drank several large mouthfuls, her slightly heavy breaths gradually calming.
She glanced at the stage, where a boy wearing a Granbull was listening to the judges’ comnts, seemingly not performing well, so he looked a bit dejected.
"i Yali! I want donuts!"
The restless Hoopa rushed over to grab the paper bag, attracting the gaze of surrounding people, but they mostly glanced away.
Spectators who paid to watch the Mikoli Club live were mostly serious Gorgeous Competition enthusiasts, with their focus usually on the gorgeous performances.
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