He knows Pokémon better than me

Chapter 35 Wendou in the Dry Leaf Gym

"The challenges of our Withered Leaf Gym have always been divided into literary combat and martial combat. As long as you win any of them, you can get the spoils of victory in the Gym, an orange badge."

Speaking of which, Ma Zhishi showed a badge in the shape of a little sun, which made Xiaozhi's heart itch.

etc.
Wendou?

Xiaozhi frowned, wondering what kind of operation this was.

Can Wendou still electrify that little Lada until it's charred on the outside and tender on the inside?
Even the little boy Ma Zai next to him was dumbfounded.

It turns out that the Dead Leaf Gym, which we have always been unreasonable, is there such a thing as Wendou?
Xiaozhi couldn't help raising his head and glanced at Ma Zhishi's tall and mighty figure, as if Wendou. He really could have the upper hand.

In the past few days, he took the time to recite the attribute restraint table again, and he can probably remember 3% of it, so he feels at ease now.

Soon, Ma Zhishi yelled towards the back of the stadium.

An old man with a white beard and a large frame of sunglasses came out.

He couldn't see his facial features clearly at all, and he was still holding a book in his arms.

He was less than 1 meter tall, and he stared at Pikachu as soon as he came out, which made Xiaozhi secretly suspect that this person might be the Rockets' Meow in disguise, right?
"Ahem, this is the president of the Pokémon Club, and also the honorary president of the Electric Mouse Club of our Dead Leaf City branch. He will be the referee for this Wendou."

Ma Zhishi introduced.

"It will be fine."

The three of Xiaozhi hurriedly greeted each other politely.

Seeing this, the president nodded and tossed a candy to Xiaozhi.

"This is a magical candy that can make the muscles of Pokémon stronger. By the way, your Pikachu is a bit out of shape."

Xiaozhi subconsciously unwrapped the candy and stuffed it into Pikachu's mouth.

"Pickup."

The latter gulped it down a few times and shook his ears, but nothing unusual happened.

is a fake.

Wendou began.

"Ahem, these are the knowledge that a normal and qualified trainer needs to know, then the competition begins."

The president opened his thick book and glanced at the two of them very seriously.

"Then the first question, what is Pikachu's attribute?"

Hearing this, the corner of Xiaozhi's mouth twitched, what kind of topic is this, are you insulting me?

"It's an electrical attribute!"

He immediately rushed to answer, but Ma Zhishi pouted indifferently, and was not in a hurry to answer.

"Xiaozhi adds one point, now the score is 1:0."

After the president nodded, he asked again:

"Second question, what are the characteristics of Pikachu?"

"?"

Xiaozhi's face froze suddenly, so he really didn't know what Pikachu's characteristics were.
Usually Pikachu likes to take out his own sheets and quilts to sleep when he has nothing to do. Maybe it is a lazy characteristic?
Like to eat, or is it a greedy ghost characteristic?
In the end, he could only hem and haw, and tentatively said uncertainly:

"Is it thick. Thick fat?"

In other words, is this really the knowledge that a normal trainer needs to master?

"It's static electricity or a lightning rod!"

Ma Zhishi couldn't help laughing, and then there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone:
"You don't even know the characteristics of your own Pikachu, this is not a qualified trainer."

Xiaozhi was about to refute something, when the illustrated book in his pocket suddenly issued a notification sound.

"Didi. Pikachu, the Pokémon of the bad street, characteristic: thick fat."

Ma Zhishi: "?"

For a while, even the president of the club was stunned, looking down at Xiaozhi Pikachu's figure and hesitated for a long time.

Things like illustrated books have never lied since ancient times.

Could it be that there has been a mutation?

In the end, the badge can only skip this question, and the current score is still 1:0.

"The third question, what props does Pikachu need to evolve into Raichu?"

Hearing this, Xiaozhi was shocked violently, and hurriedly replied:
"Haha, I know this, it's a power booster!"

Ma Zhishi, president: "?"

"Didi. Pikachu's evolution props: power booster."

The illustrated book once again added a sentence, which seemed to increase the master's persuasiveness.

Ma Zhishi, president: "???"

The question just now confused them very much. At that second, they even had the idea that they were indeed wrong.

But the answer to this question must be Thunder Stone.

This is how Ma Zhishi's Raichu evolved, and it can't be wrong.

It turns out that the root of all evil is the illustration book, it is really misleading my son
When the score came to 1:2, the president gave Ma Zhishi the characteristic score just now, and even wanted to smash the illustrated book.

"Question [-], what is the best food ratio for Pikachu?"

Xiaozhi: "?"

This time he finally saw the cover of the book that the president was holding in his hand.

"Electric Rat Breeding Manual"

Hell normal trainer common sense!

But now it's time to bite the bullet, and Xiaozhi hesitated again and said tentatively:
"Eat more meat and less vegetables?"

"It's 70% rations for electric mice + 25% fruits and vegetables + 10% snacks! It seems that you don't know how to breed electric mice at all."

Ma Zhishi recited it backwards, and went down again.

Xiaozhi: "."

Do you have a problem with the sum of the ratios?
Soon Xiaozhi was defeated like a mountain, and he had never heard of the following things, how to rub his stomach to prevent depression, measures to prevent heatstroke, etc.

Even the final big question, which position should be chosen as the best action when the electric mouse XX, made him blush even more.

The score was 1:9, which was a narrow defeat.

Except for knowing Pikachu's attributes in the first question, Xiaozhi didn't score any points.

"Young man, you are not a qualified trainer of electric mice, why don't you release them?"

After the game, the president also put forward reasonable suggestions, which made Xiaozhi completely angry.

"Hmph, how can there be so much manual knowledge, as long as Pikachu is happy, that's the most correct thing! I'm right, Pikachu!"

"Pickup.?"

Pikachu turned his head towards him, looked at him, Huanghuang's face suddenly became flushed for no reason, and he stopped looking at Xiaozhi shyly.

It is still recalling the knowledge mentioned in the last question.

"Pikachu you...!"

Xiaozhi choked for breath, trembling with anger.

Finally, he patted his face violently, clenched his fists to regain his strength, and shouted:

"A man should fight head-on. What kind of literary battle is messed up. Even if I win, I won't accept this badge!"

Of course, win two said.

Seeing that Ma Zhishi was also ignited by Xiao Zhi, he slapped his hands, and the younger brothers quickly cleared a fighting space.

"Although you lost the battle, if you win the Pokémon battle, you can still get my orange badge."

"The rules of the game are one-on-one, and the general I played is my Raichu!"

"Raichu!!"

Lei Qiu, who had been watching from the sidelines, came up, two thick brown fists bumped in front of him, and the electric sac on his face was filled with electric current.

In fact, it also annoys the master's so-called Wendou theory.

If you always talk about body position, can't you take it out for a real fight someday?

Hmph, I'm going to use your little electric mouse to vent my anger today!
"Raichu~!"

Raichu hooked his fingers towards Pikachu who was still blushing and thinking about life.

"Stop scratching Pikachu, this time we must beat this guy!!"

Xiaozhi's voice shocked Pikachu, and he came back to his senses.

"Pickup!"

I saw it took a deep breath, stretched its belly, and walked slowly in front of Leiqiu with firm eyes.

Time to clock in to work!
Two electric mice walked to the center of the arena, their stomachs pressed against each other, and neither of them accepted the other, with lightning splashing in their eyes.
(End of this chapter)