What does well-trained an?
Being well-trained ans your Pokémon evolves naturally after a few days out.
[Your Quaxly has evolved into Quaxwell]
But the Dancer, seeing this kind of scene for the first ti, didn’t react, staring blankly for a long while, causing the lively Quaxwell to freeze too.
[Aren’t you happy that I’ve evolved?]
The question mark above Quaxwell’s head seed to say that.
Of course, the Dancer was happy.
[Your inner joy made you grab Quaxwell’s wings and start dancing]
"This... add so BGM and sing a bit, and it’s almost like the Disney Princess Series," Baimu quietly remarked, feeling that after watching for a while, his legs inexplicably started shaking too.
Such strong infectiousness!
He nervously flicked the tongue of the Hydreigon stretching over.
"Ow!"
The mischievous Hydreigon winced in pain and retracted its tongue.
Lately, this guy’s mouth seems to sll more, yet there are no signs of tartar or digestive issues.
Miss Joy has repeatedly checked and found no problems, finally suggesting a dietary adjustnt, saying it might be caused by so food...
He pushed away Hydreigon’s big head coming closer, and looked back at the simulator, discovering that the Dancer and Quaxwell surprisingly haven’t finished dancing yet.
A closer look revealed that the focus of the screen was actually at the bottom.
Behind a huge rock, a hard-to-distinguish red mosaic appeared to be watching in secret.
"So small? What is this?"
Baimu squinted curiously, trying to see more clearly.
A pure red Pokémon... Darumaka?
While he was speculating.
The Quaxwell, performing a strange dance, also noticed this sneaky fellow and bravely approached it.
[Your Quaxwell seems to have discovered sothing]
The Dancer followed closely, and the mosaic beca clearer.
An exclamation mark appeared above her head.
[You discovered a Wild Pokémon - Oricorio, its fiery dress-like feathers proving it to be in the scorching-hot style]
Six eyes t.
Then they moved together.
Baimu initially thought Quaxwell would boldly launch an attack to allow the Dancer to capture Oricorio, as this kind of Elf really matches the Dancer.
But he didn’t expect that his simple thinking couldn’t keep up with their ntal processes at all.
They moved, indeed.
But the Dancer and Quaxwell didn’t attack, instead performing a wonderful dance seemingly called Flanco.
Baimu had learned about it before when choreographing for Mawile.
"This?"
He looked surprised at the Oricorio, initially planning to run, but now stopping and trembling, as if struggling to hold back sothing.
Finally.
When the Dancer and Quaxwell were about to finish a small sequence, Oricorio couldn’t resist, lunging forward to dance beside them.
The sa Flanco dance, yet on it, displayed a completely different aura.
Sotis appearing proud and aloof, sotis passionate and fiery.
Even with pixelated graphics, Baimu could see that Oricorio’s dance skills were not sothing the Dancer and Quaxwell could match.
This guy’s steps seed to say - "Little girl, this isn’t how you dance."
A feeling of Master Luo’s presence.
Just as he thought.
[You saw Oricorio continuously taunting you, didn’t get angry, and laughed happily, running beside it to dance together]
The Dancer never easily admits defeat in the face of her passions.
Quaxwell, of course, wouldn’t leave her Trainer to "fight" alone, and they danced tirelessly with Oricorio.
Oricorio initially displayed a disdainful expression, soon turning into an exclamation mark, then shock, and finally into a terrified soybean, as if saying "Buddha manifested!"
The Dancer’s talent for dancing was evident, as even in the lowest monts of mood, she could imrse herself quickly.
Converted to ga data.
Her current Flanco dance at least reached Master Level.
Progressing significantly in such a short ti, no wonder Oricorio was so surprised.
The dance finished.
The exhausted Oricorio lay on the ground, admitting defeat.
[You offered Oricorio an olive branch, expressing your desire to learn higher-level dance skills from it. Oricorio glanced at you, shyly agreeing]
[You captured Oricorio - scorching-hot style, a new dance partner]
The Dancer excitedly raised the Pokeball high, with Quaxwell beside her smugly performing the Mist Step.
"Hahahahaha—"
Baimu was overjoyed.
Catching a Wild Pokémon through dancing, the Dancer is indeed a rare kind of special Trainer, making him look forward to her performance in the Gym Battle.
"Pa!"
A sharp pain suddenly radiated from his calf.
"Ow!"
He quickly drew back his leg, clutching it in pain and looking at Mawile on the small sofa.
For so reason, this guy no longer watched TV, arms crossed, cheeks puffing up but soon deflating, anyway looking dissatisfied.
"What’s wrong? What’s this about?" He rubbed twice.
Porygon II in his phone gave Baimu the answer.
’You were shaking your leg crazily and even kicked at the protesting Mawile.’
"Cheep!"
’Oh, missed it, it dodged.’ Porygon II smartly avoided arguing with Mawile, who was already in a fit of anger.
Hearing this, Baimu felt a bit embarrassed, imdiately going over to coax Mawile, apologizing and admitting fault.
This Dancer is too srizing!
He blad most errors on the Dancer in the simulation, while keeping an eye on the screen and scooping Mawile into his arms, also calling for Blissey to bring so Poffin.
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