Just as they were about to reach the port, the crystal struck.

He still couldn't accept that he was being watched by others in his current state.

In the end, it was Yusuke who wore swim trunks and became a new means of sea transportation, and landed on the beach with Fat Ding.

"The Yakuzuke has arrived safely! Passengers are requested to disembark in an orderly manner. ”

The fat man on the back of the fierce man couldn't help laughing, but he still staggered to his feet, and was about to walk down.

But I don't know if it's because Fatsuke's back is too slippery, or if Fatdin's center of gravity is unstable, Fatdin's feet slipped, and he fell directly on Fatsuke's back.

Slipped onto the neck of the murderous one.

Fat Ding panicked in his heart, and he was about to get up again, but the murderer was one step faster.

Standing up directly from the water of the shallows, feeling Fat Ding's hands holding his head, Yaksuke said with a smile, "Yaksuke is deformed!" Land Autopilot Launched! Buzz! ”

Dubbing himself, Yaksuke directly started a new "adventure" with Fat Ding.

Well, "Adventure".

An adventure that doesn't know where to go.

Fat Ding didn't know what it meant for Jisuke to lead the way, and "Polipoli" smiled happily.

Kosuke finally sets foot on the beach of Sweet Orange Island.

On the beach, a handsome man with a good figure wearing only shorts always attracts the attention of women, and even more so if he also has a cute pink Pokémon on his head.

When he took his first steps on the beach, he attracted a lot of attention.

Just as there is no shortage of men in shorts on the beach, there is no shortage of women in bikinis.

"Hey, little handsome guy......"

A beautiful woman walked towards the murderous one.

Jisuke frowned slightly.

Because it's not just a woman who comes around.

"I'm sorry." Yusuke spoke.

The beauty's eyes lit up.

For her, as long as the other party is willing to speak, then she will not miss!

Jisuke looked around, and then said, "I don't like women, I have no interest in women. ”

The surrounding circle of excited women suddenly felt disillusioned and dispersed.

The eyes of some men on the beach lit up again.

The original beauty didn't give up.

This delicious boy doesn't have the aura of a wrestling police officer at all!

She prefers to believe that it is just an excuse.

"Then you, do you like men?" After thinking about it, she asked again.

"Why do you think I like men?" Murder felt inexplicable.

Do you have to like a man if you don't like a woman?

Without giving the other party a chance to ask questions, the fierce man said directly: "I will always like Pokémon .jpg." ”

Then, the fierce man patted the fat ding on his head: "Let's make a song." ”

The murderer didn't want to do anything, he just wanted Fat Ding to clear the scene.

Fat Ding nodded, let go of the hands holding the murderous suke, took out the marker given to him by the fierce one, and opened his mouth slightly.

"Wave ......"

"Wait a minute!" Fat Ding could just spit out a word when he was interrupted by a male voice that suddenly appeared next to him.

As he looked in the direction of the voice, a man in casual clothes with a sign around his neck was running towards him.

Standing in front of the man, the man was out of breath.

Although the distance is not far, running under the scorching sun still makes you sweat a lot.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the man introduced himself, "I'm Asuke, a staff member of the Sweet Orange Island Pokémon Art Exchange Association. You must also be an artist who came to participate in the 3rd Sweet Orange Island Art Exchange and Performance Conference, right? I knew it as soon as I saw it. As he spoke, he handed over his work card.

Yasuke: What didn't I hear clearly, and you say it again?

didn't give Jisuke a chance to speak, and the more Asuke spoke, the faster he spoke, the faster he became: "I just saw Fat Ding's microphone, and I knew that this was definitely not an ordinary Fat Ding, and this microphone would be at least 300,000." At first, I was just a little skeptical, but as soon as Fat Ding opened his mouth, I knew that it was Lao Jianghu, and if it wasn't for the hot weather, I would have almost fallen asleep. So there is no need to hide it, you are definitely the artists who came to participate in this 'Sweet Orange Island Art Exchange and Performance Conference'! ”

Kensuke finally heard the name of the "convention with a particularly long name", but he was neither an artist nor interested in it, he just wanted to find a Pokémon center to rest for the night.

But the things that the fierce suke is not interested in, some people, no, Pokémon are very interested.

Fat Ding's eyes sparkled, and he couldn't leave Asuke anymore.

Now it's just a fat Ding transportation tool, and the murderer can't leave.

And Asuke's mouth never stopped: "I have received a lot of artists in the past few days, most of them come by cruise ships, and there are very few people who come alone, but it is not nothing. Look over there. ”

Asuke pointed to the harbor on the other side of the beach.

There was a large three-story ship parked there.

Yasuke had also noticed the ship before.

It was because of this ship that Crystal didn't want to move on.

Looking at the ship, Jisuke's eyes were full of resentment.

"That ship is great, isn't it?" Asuke's tone was filled with envy that he couldn't hide, and naturally he didn't notice the fierce expression, "That ship, but it's a ship from the Traveling Artist Troupe." They are groups that specialize in performing Pokémon dances or theaters. They are the richest group. They also came to Sweet Orange Island on their own. ”

"Of course," Asuke glanced at Jisuke, "There are still very few performance artists like you. ”

Jisuke pointed at himself: "I, a performance artist? ”

"That's right." The assistant nodded of course, and said a little strangely, "You don't think that you swam directly from the sea, and the identity of the performance artist is still hidden, right?" ”

Asuke looked at him carefully, "It's just that you look a little young. However, those of us who engage in art either started from a young age or became famous when we were old. In comparison, it is better to come out early. This exchange meeting is very good for you young people. ”

The murderer was speechless.

Even he didn't know it, and before he knew it, he was already a performance artist.

Aren't some of today's artists too worthless?

"Speaking of which, the weather is still a little too hot, so I'd better take you to the guest house to rest first." Asuke said after wiping his sweat again.

Fierce suke thanked the sun in his heart: Finally let this man shut up!

Asuke lifted his leg and left, but stopped again and walked back to Jisuke: "You don't just want to go over like this." Then he immediately made up for his own brain and gave Jisuke a thumbs up, "He deserves to be a performance artist!" ”

The murderer is a little inexplicable.

Looking down, isn't he in good shape?

Wait, figure?

A young man wearing only shorts and carrying a backpack had a fat man on his head.

Does it feel a bit of performance art?

Putting Fat Ding down, after Yaksuke got dressed, he picked up his backpack, held Fat Ding in his arms, and followed Asuke.

Leave behind a beautiful passerby who is still on the beach thinking about what ".jpg" means.