Pokémon: My Dad is Kyurem

Chapter 146 The Last Night Before the Match

Kyurem's laughter didn't stop. He suddenly felt like he had found a kindred spirit, a very happy feeling. He just wanted to laugh.

"Thank you for being lenient, but my elf and I are already prepared to face you. We don't want to lose." Qi Hao smiled as well. The bond between humans and elves is one of the most precious things in the world.

Qi Hao reached out his hand to Xiao Ruan and said emphatically, "If I back down because of fear of the strength of my opponent, then I am not worthy of standing on the battlefield."

Little Soft crawled into Qi Hao's palm: "Whatever you want, after all, the disruption to the balance isn't that big, but I won't go easy on you."

"That's good then." Qi Hao nodded, then returned to You Lijia's side and put Xiao Ruan back on You Lijia's shoulder.

"Little Softie, what did you two talk about? Why didn't you let me know?" Yulijia puffed out her cheeks and kept poking Little Softie with her little hands.

"Go back and put me on the entry form. I'll be the last one to appear." Xiao Ruan stopped pretending and spoke directly. Anyway, she would be exposed sooner or later, so this was a way to prepare Yulijia mentally.

"Wow!" Yulijia's eyes lit up immediately, and she quickly thanked Qi Hao, "Thank you for teaching Xiaoruan to speak!"

Even Qi Hao was stumped by this; his comprehension skills are just as good as Xiao Tie's.

"I can talk!" Little Soft quickly explained, nuzzling against Yulijia's neck.

Upon hearing this, Yulijia turned her head, put her hands on her hips, and once again pretended to be angry: "Then why didn't you say so before!"

"I...I..." Xiao Ruan was dumbfounded by this situation. How could this be explained? Was it because he was a divine beast?

He quickly started thinking, how could he possibly explain this away?!

Just as he was pondering, he felt a hand on his head. It was Yulijia, who was smiling gently: "Don't do that again, okay? Be honest. When we get back, I'll write your name as the last Pokémon."

Qi Hao smiled silently to the side. If N saw the current situation, he would probably be very happy too.

"Get out of here, you brat! You can't even control your own spirit! What are you trying to prove with a scallion stuck in your nose?!"

A cursing voice came from the room, and Song Chenggong was pushed out. Of course, Qi Hao could tell that Song Chenggong did not resist.

"In the end, isn't this all your own doing?! Now you want compensation? We'll talk about it after the competition!" His tone was very heavy and authoritative.

Qi Hao looked over and saw a handsome middle-aged man with purple hair, who looked to be over fifty years old.

lb!

The door slammed shut, and Song Chenggong sat helplessly on the ground by the door, his head bowed low. This was the first time Qi Hao had seen Song Chenggong like this, and he felt an indescribable sense of desolation.

Qi Hao nudged You Lijia with his shoulder: "Does my principal have some kind of grudge against your teacher?"

"Do you know my teacher, Mo Zicheng?" Yulijia asked tentatively.

"I don't know him, what's wrong?" Qi Hao leaned against the wall behind him, looking like he was eager to hear the details.

"You don't even know the Heavenly King?" Yulijia was a little surprised. "He's a Ghost-type Heavenly King, just like your Vice Principal Chen Mu."

Qi Hao shook his head: "I don't pay much attention to these things."

"Then remember not to tell anyone, okay? Let's just say this: my teacher's main force was crippled by that bastard Song Chenggong, and he's still lying in bed unable to move." Yulijia pulled Qihao closer and whispered.

"Hiss, I remember now, Lucario did this when it went berserk? The Elite Four member who got crippled by the Pokémon was your teacher?" Qi Hao asked with a puzzled look.

“Yeah, if he can’t even control his own Pokémon, his students must not be very good. I even promised my teacher that I would give special attention to his students…” Yulijia seemed to realize something and looked at Qihao with a bit of embarrassment.

Qi Hao knew, of course, that this was directed at him, so he shook his head and said, "It's alright. He's just trying to prove that his teaching abilities surpass Song Chenggong's. I won't blame you."

"On the contrary, I will fight you seriously. After all, Song Chenggong is my teacher. I hope you won't underestimate me." Qi Hao stood up, shook hands with Youlijia in a friendly manner, and then walked towards Song Chenggong.

Yulijia smiled and waved: "See you on the field!"

Qi Hao didn't turn around, but gave her a thumbs up.

He then went to Song Chenggong and helped him up.

"Do you think the mistakes we've made can really be made up for?" Song Chenggong looked up at Qi Hao, his tone filled with dejection, as if he had suffered a great blow.

Snapped!

Looking at Song Chenggong in front of him, Qi Hao slapped him across the face.

"How dare you say such a thing! Where is your indomitable spirit! You've hit a wall and want to turn back now? Smash it! If you can't smash it, I'll smash it for you! Come back after the college competition! I'll prove your ability to you!" Qi Hao grabbed Song Chenggong by the collar. He couldn't stand seeing this guy so dejected. Song Chenggong was a man of exceptionally high purity!

"Still don't understand? If you don't understand, I'll punch you awake!" Qi Hao didn't hesitate and punched Song Chenggong in the face again. This was one of the most direct ways to communicate with Song Chenggong!

Snapped!

Song Chenggong blocked Qi Hao's fist with a single palm strike.

"Yeah, why am I so dejected? I'm the one who has the victory in my grasp!" Song Chenggong stood up, and Qi Hao let go of his hand.

"Just wait! I, Song Chenggong, can't just refuse compensation like that! I'm not alone now!" Song Chenggong straightened his collar and pointed his fist into the room.

Mo Zicheng, who was inside the room, heard everything clearly, but did not reply. Instead, he walked to a hospital bed in the room.

"Old friend, what do you think? Should I give him a chance?" Mo Zicheng sat on the edge of the bed, asking the figure on the hospital bed.

“Hmm… (Song Chenggong… he is a good boy.)” The voice was weak. It was a Zoroark in its emerald form. Half of her body had disappeared, and her body was covered with scratches and bite marks.

If it weren't for her Ghost-type nature, she probably wouldn't have survived. Even so, she needs machines to live, and even speaking is difficult for her.

"I see, I understand." As a partner of several decades, Mo Zicheng naturally understood what this meant.

Qi Hao followed Song Chenggong and left. On the way back, he encountered Lin Tianyu and his teammates, who were probably going to pick up Youlijia.

But these are all minor matters.

At the hotel entrance, Qi Hao saw Bina, who was holding a thickened baton, fighting with a red-haired woman holding a knife.

The two exchanged blows, and then Song Chenggong subdued them both.

Qi Hao, on the other hand, chose to run away as fast as he could. "Carly! Sister Red! The Crimson Mist is here! Maybe I should just twist myself!!"

Qi Hao just wants to sleep peacefully now and go to the competition tomorrow; he doesn't want to get involved in so many strange things.