Chapter 77. Fishing and competition begins

The sea breeze blew in my face, the salty smell surrounded my nose, and an indescribable feeling slightly rippled in my heart.

A few seagull can be seen flying happily on the calm sea, and the warm sunshine shines on the blue sea, giving off little bits of silver light.

Ethereal and dreamy.

It seems to heal people's soul.

Yang Yan has experienced a lot during this time. He just came out of the Pettalbug Forest yesterday, but he didn't expect to board a ship to Kanto today.

Life is unpredictable, and people have no time to react.

Yang Yan held the fishing rod in his right hand with a smile on his face: "Butterfree, how do you feel when you see this endless sea?"

"Bah!"

Butterfree's eyes were curved into crescent shapes, and they were dancing slowly in the sea breeze, enjoying themselves very much.

"Treecko, is this your first time seeing the sea?" Yang Yan turned to look at treecko aside: "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Chamo."

Treecko was standing behind the fence at the moment, looking up at the blue waves in front of him. His mind, which had been tense these days, had also relaxed a little.

For a moment, it seemed to have forgotten the unpleasant memories in its heart.

Suddenly, the fishing rod in Yang Yan's hand tightened suddenly, and he hurriedly grabbed it hard.

A fish is hooked!

I just don't know if it's a Pokémon.

Yang Yan followed the fishing tutorial he had seen before and retracted the fishing line bit by bit. However, the strength of the struggle coming from the water continued to increase. He could only slow down and choose to pull back and forth to consume the opponent's physical strength first.

Gradually, Yang Yan felt that the force coming from the water became smaller, so Yang Yan saw the right moment and pulled out suddenly!

"Crash!"

Yang Yan retracted his rod, but the hook was not a Pokémon, but an ordinary sea fish.

A little disappointed, but Yang Yan still took off the fish and put it in a bucket nearby.

"Bah!

"Butterfree also looked unhappy.

"Chamo!"

Treecko looked at Yang Yan, then at Butterfree's, and then looked at the endless sea again. The calm face made it difficult to tell what he was thinking in his heart at the moment.

"What a shame, it's not a Pokémon."

Yang Yan put on the bait again, threw the rod, and started the next fishing trip again.

This time he did not choose to sit down, but came to the railing to see if there were any Pokémon under the water up close.

Above the head are Butterfree fluttering gracefully, and beside them is treecko looking into the distance. The earth is slowly receding, but the excitement in the ears has not stopped.

I really want my worries to disappear at this moment, I really want to be filled with happiness at this moment, I really want time to freeze at this second...

Maybe God has set up mechanisms for people to make happy time always feel so short.

Before he knew it, it was already 3:30, and the competition was about to start in half an hour. Yang Yan had to put away his fishing rod and prepare to go back.

"What, child, are you going back now?" An old man on the side saw Yang Yan's actions and couldn't help but said: "My child, fishing requires patience. You can't bear it for such a short time. You can't bear it." Too impetuous."

After such a long time, Yang Yan only caught 5 sea fish, and he didn't even see the shadow of the Pokémon.

The old man's words sounded like a joke, but Yang Yan knew from the look on his face that the old man was actually admonishing him tactfully.

Advise him to persist and advise him not to give up easily.

"Uncle, I have to participate in the competition later," Yang Yan replied while packing his things, "so I have to leave now."

The uncle laughed loudly: "So that's it, then go ahead and fight well!" Then he pointed at treecko with his right hand: "Your treecko has a good eye, train it well!"

Yang Yan looked confused. He didn't know why the old man specifically mentioned treecko.

"Don't worry, uncle, I know what to do."

The old man waved his hand and said: "Son, if you are interested in fishing, come back tomorrow. I might teach you how to fish, haha."

Yang Yan wanted to complain: Didn't you catch more magikarp than me? Do you have any skills to teach others?

Yes, among this group of people, apart from Yang Yan who had the worst harvest, this uncle was the only one who suffered as badly as him.

Yang Yan hadn't caught any of Mao's Pokémon for such a long time. This old man was just a little better than him.

If there were rankings, one of them would be ranked last, and the other would be second to last. They were evenly matched, and no one was much better than the other.

But in front of the elder, Yang Yan couldn't offend him.

"Okay, uncle, I will come again if I have time."

After saying that, Yang Yan walked back with the fish bucket.

After returning the fishing rod, he now has two options for the fish in his hand. The first is to sell it to the restaurant next to the fishing gear shop, and the other is to give it directly to the waiters here and ask them to deliver it to Yang Yan after it is cooked. .

Since Yang Yan was not sure when the competition would be over, he had no choice but to sell these fish.

Five fish were sold for more than 200 poke dolar, which was not much, but at least it was enough to buy a few bottles of milk for a few Pokémon, which was not bad.

When Yang Yan arrived at the competition venue, he saw that a dense crowd had gathered, including players participating in the competition and spectators who wanted to watch the event.

In the world of Pokémon, there is no shortage of people who like to watch Pokémon battles!

Yang Yan finally squeezed through the crowd and took a seat in the contestants area.

Only then did it notice that because this was an official ship event, a pre-race warm-up had been arranged a long time ago.

No wonder there are so many people gathered here at this moment.

After counting for a while, Yang Yan found that the number of people sitting in the player area like him had probably exceeded 500, close to 600, which was similar to the number he originally expected.

Not long after, several more people who looked like companions came over, and after they came over, the host of the game officially began to explain the game.

After some introduction by the host, Yang Yan learned that there were a total of 588 participants in this competition. The battle between them was in the order of No. 1 vs. No. 2, No. 3 vs. No. 4 in the first round of elimination.

This format will undoubtedly allow those friends who signed up for the competition to compete directly against each other as soon as they arrive.

Yang Yan didn't know what the organizers were thinking. Did they think that friends were more familiar with each other, so the fight would be better?

If you don't believe it, look, many people sitting in the player area are gearing up for their friends next to them.

But Yang Yan didn't care. After all, he came alone and could face anyone.

Yang Yan picked up the number plate with No. 150 written on it, which meant that his opponent in the first game was No. 149.

The host began to continue the introduction.

The competition adopts a 1VS1 battle format, that is, each player is limited to one Pokémon.

Since there are only 10 competition venues and the number is limited, only the first 20 contestants with number plates can enter the competition first, and the last 20 contestants will be on standby.

After each game is decided, the next game will start directly.

A total of 294 games need to be played in the first round. Judging from the current time, it is estimated that all games will be played, and it will definitely be getting late.

In order not to waste time, the host requires those who hold the first 20 number plates to prepare for admission now.

The players are in place, the audience is seated, and with the referee's whistle, the game officially begins!

"Lotad, come on!"

"Hoopip, come on stage!"

"Machop, is up to you!"

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