I, the first trainer of the new world

Chapter 1047 This is not a Pokémon battle, this is a game

"No more." Looking at the Pu Dao General who was caught by the other side in the picture, Qian Lin shook his head regretfully, "This one has gone far away."

If the opponent can read his thoughts in a singles match, he is basically gone. He can still struggle now, but as long as the opponent doesn't make mistakes, he is basically sure to win.

The Bluebird of Qixi sat next to him, also feeling a little regretful.

Qianlin fought for the whole morning, and she could barely see some things. When her output was restricted, Qianlin had indeed walked far away.

"This is the first time I've seen you lose..."

A surprised voice of a girl came from behind.

Qianlin turned around and saw Yike was not wearing a coat, her hair was a little messy, and she was looking at the computer screen with surprise.

"Awake." Qianlin smiled, "This is normal. There is no permanent victory in Pokémon battles. Even Red has lost before."

Yike looked at Qianlin and tilted her head slightly: "You don't look depressed at all because of losing."

Hearing this, Qian Lin was also stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "How much time do you think you can spend in frustration after losing hundreds of games a day?"

Yike was stunned.

Qianlin continued, "Yike, to me, this is not a Pokémon battle, it's just a game. It's normal to win or lose in a game. Even if you change your mindset, even if this is a Pokémon battle, when you can play hundreds or thousands of games every day without having to worry about Pokémon getting hurt, when you lose, you should think about improving yourself instead of getting frustrated."

In the Pokémon world, if you lose a battle, your Pokémon will lose its ability to fight, so you have to go to the Poké Center to recover, and you also have to worry about whether your Pokémon will become depressed after losing.

But this is not the case. This is just a game. Maybe you will be upset because of winning or losing the game. If the opponent turns the tables on you, you will be happy. If you turn the tables on the opponent, you will be excited, but that's all.

"Losing is the most normal thing here." Qian Lin nodded his surrender and stood up.

Yike looked at the screen on the computer, thinking about something.

Qianlin turned to Yike, stretched out his hand to tidy up Yike's messy hair, and said at the same time: "Of course, your mentality is not bad, because Pokémon is real, not game data. What I said just now is only for the game."

Even in the Pokémon world games, trainers who lose won't be too frustrated.

They can clearly distinguish between reality and games, which is why they can accept that battle platform.

Thinking of this, Yike's eyes brightened again.

She let Qianlin fix her long hair, she just raised her head and looked straight at his face: "Qianlin, I want to transplant this to the real world. It can be used together with PTCG to popularize Pokémon to everyone."

"It's not the right time yet." Qian Lin smiled and shook his head.

"Why?" Yike was puzzled.

"Before PTCG was released, I thought about porting this game, but later I gave up porting the game and released PTCG instead," Qianlin explained, "Because I think that before people have come into contact with real Pokémon, instilling data-based things such as race values ​​and individual values ​​in their minds is very detrimental to the integration of Pokémon and human society."

After finishing her hair, Qianlin withdrew her hands with satisfaction and looked at Yike's face: "The Pokémon world can accept the digitization of Pokémon because they already know all Pokémon. They know that there are differences among Pokémon themselves, but this gap can be eliminated through training."

Sakaki's Beedrill, Satoshi's Pikachu, and even the closest one, Chibayashi's Tanabata, these Pokémon have all broken through their own racial value limitations through training and cheating.

"But can people who haven't come into contact with Pokémon understand this?" Qian Lin asked, "Just like you, if you were asked to think of a Pokémon you want to capture, which one would you think of?"

Yike was in a trance, and almost subconsciously said: "Flutter Wings!"

After blurting it out, I was stunned.

"That's it." Qianlin smiled and tapped Yike's forehead with his index finger. "Choosing a Pokémon with a higher racial value and stronger combat power is what game battlers will subconsciously do, but I want to avoid this from happening."

Yike turned to look at the computer screen. In Qianlin's team, six Pokémon with high racial values ​​were beating quietly.

She retracted her gaze and looked at Qianlin again, with infinite longing in her eyes: "I understand."

Qianlin nodded with a smile and changed the subject to a lighter tone: "In fact, even I inevitably want to capture Pokémon with higher race values ​​and more suitable for battles, such as Dragonite, Chansey, and Milotic... Well, Artificer is actually quite suitable for battles."

Today's team forgot to include the Giant Blacksmith. Fortunately, the Skillful Blacksmith was not there, otherwise there would have been trouble again.

Hearing those obviously comforting words, Yike couldn't help but smile, like a cute little kitten, secretly looking at her poop scooper.

"You smile like Miss Meow." Qianlin tapped Yike's forehead again, and handed her the handheld game console in the face of Yike's dissatisfied eyes. "There are several later games in the Pokémon series in it. There are save files and you don't need to go through the plot. The battles here are relatively normal, and there won't be too many slaves. You can play with them."

Yike took the handheld device: "Don't you want it?"

Qianlin shook his head: "I don't need it. I am a hatcher and flash player. I play more battles on the computer."

Rather than engaging in intrigue, he'd rather ride his bike around the hatchery...with duct tape on the joystick.

Of course, it is not recommended to do this normally, as the joystick will break.

"It's almost time. Let's pack up and go home, otherwise my sister will really kill us." Qianlin said as he put the charger and other things into Yike's backpack. "You should also go wash up. I'll send a message saying I'm going back. I should be able to have a good meal at noon."

"Okay~" Yike put away the handheld game console and responded happily.

Yike walked into the bathroom, and Qianlin took out two Poké Balls: "Qixi Bluebird, Zoroark, you two should go back into the Poké Balls first."

Tanabata and Zoroark nodded, and their figures turned into red light and returned to the Poké Ball.

After packing up everything, Qian Lin stood up straight. After making sure nothing was left out, he smiled and looked around: "Well, we're going home, but we'll still come back to stay tonight."

Remind these people so that they don't turn everything in this room upside down while Qianlin and the others are away.

It is certain that it will be overturned.

Just don't take it too far.

Yi Ke, who had already finished washing up, came out and took her coat: "Why haven't they come to talk to us yet?"

"They're probably still waiting for confirmation." Qian Lin put on his backpack and took out the door card. "I guess we'll see the person they came to talk to when we come back in the evening."

"I hope it's the car manager." Yike followed Qianlin and naturally took his hand. "Who does Qianlin hope it is?"

"Anyone will do...I know them all anyway." Qianlin patted Yike's head, but did not shake off her hand. He pulled her out.

The policewoman at the front desk was the same one from this morning. Judging from her desperate expression, she must have been criticized before, and she was probably standing there as a punishment.

After greeting her and waving, Qianlin took Yike and walked towards home.