This is a misty rainy day, gray lead rain clouds densely covered in the air, like a gray mountain suspended, at a glance, there is no end, and you can't find the direction of the sun, thick and depressed, so that people's hearts unnaturally give birth to a wisp of melancholy and sadness, unnaturally remembered the past years. .com People's hearts are always sentimental, and they will always sigh the passage of time and the passing of time.

On days when there is no sunshine, even the gentle wind is slightly cold, and there is no trace of coolness and comfort. Looking up, the rain is like a note, constantly dripping between the distant mountains and jungles of the quartz plateau, beating on the tile brick glaze, playing a lingering melody, the music is euphemistic and long, resounding softly on the somewhat quiet streets, as if commemorating the years of Wuhua, this fiery youth.

Stepping on the rain, early in the morning, the night brigade and the clearing alley walked on the street, there were almost no people on the street, and even many shops were closed in the rain, only a few faint lights swayed in the rain. Today is the third game of the Quartz opening, the Night Walk is the grass field, and the Chiang Lang is the rock field.

In the two-day competition, some people were happy, some people were worried, and the trainers who came with dreams were eliminated or promoted in the competition, and their enthusiasm was slowly extinguished by a rain. What are the efforts for? Everyone is playing so hard, what can they do? The cruel reality tears apart the body of the dream and shows the bloody life in front of you. In this world, not everyone is Xiaozhi, not everyone has a passionate spirit and eternal boiling blood, and more are weak.

The grass field, the rain is still falling, it will not stay for anything, nor will it change for anyone. (Baidu search: with dreams, the fastest update) cold and humid air, there are not many viewers who come today, many seats are placed in the rain, let the rain wash away, wash away the traces of the last time people sat down.

Standing in the rain, without any poncho, looking at the crystal rain, when I reached out to pick it up, the raindrops broke in my hands like weak flowers. The opponent appeared, and the night brigade raised his eyes to look at the opponent, this was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, wearing short sleeves, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, tidy and tidy, with a shy smile on his face, looking sven, exuding a natural scent of books all over his body.

There is no flashy opening, and in the host's introduction, Night Brigade learns that this boy is called Mu Cong, who comes from the mysterious Ishu (also translated United People) region and is the opponent of the grass field.

Nodding slightly, the game between the two unfolded in the rain. Rainy weather is not suitable for combat, especially fire-type Pokémon.

After thinking about it, with a faint smile on his face, Night Brigade gently took off a Poke Ball from his waist, and in a flash of white light, a round and cute fat Ding appeared on the field. As soon as Fat Ding came out, he looked around, without the slightest concern about the existence of rain, for her, someone listening to her sing is the best thing in life. The two round and shining eyes seemed happy to see the sporadic audience and the flickering spotlights sitting around them, narrowing into the shape of a crescent moon and holding a paintbrush microphone. What an easy little guy to satisfy!

Seeing that the night brigade took out Fat Ding, Mu Cong was slightly stunned, and even the host's words were full of doubts, Fat Ding, isn't that a weak existence?

Although he was stunned, Mu Cong did not mean to underestimate his opponent, he had to go all out in every game, the world was very big, and he was very small, it was not terrible to fail, it was terrible to fail if he didn't work hard.

An Alidos appeared on the field, and the eyes of the night brigade couldn't help but shrink, Alidos has the characteristic of insomnia, in this case, this battle is troublesome.

"Go ahead! Alidos, Silk. Mu Cong pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and ordered Alidos. On the field, the grass was verdant in the rain, full of vitality, and Alidos's figure moved quickly on the field, constantly spitting silk towards Fat Ding, trying to stick to Fat Ding.

"Shadow clone!" Night Brigade frowned and decided to test it first, Fat Ding's body turned into nothingness, and his shadow continued to split, and soon became a circle around Alidos. Mu Cong's eyes tightened, and before the order was issued, the night brigade continued to order the fat ding.

"Fat Ding, sing." Fat Ding heard the sound of the night brigade, took the microphone and began to sing a melodious and ethereal song in the rain, the voice carried the magic of hypnosis, and the surrounding audience almost fell asleep in the song, and Alidos's body slowly fell in the rain, this Alidos is not insomnia, but a very ordinary premonition.

Biting his tongue, the severe pain made Mu Cong recover from the hypnotic singing, looking at the fat ding who was still singing in the rain, a trace of shock flashed on his face, "This fat ding, if I can't restrain her singing, I will almost impossible to win." ”

Fat Ding opened his eyes and looked around, at this time the audience had already fallen asleep, listening to her song can not fall, there are few people, the cute face is bulging, the microphone in his hand is turned on, revealing a black paintbrush, rushing to the referee is a burst of graffiti.

The referee was graffitied, feeling a little weird, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a puffed fat guy staring at him. Scanning around, he found that Alidos had fallen asleep in the rain, and Yelu and Mu Cong were looking at him and couldn't help but smile embarrassedly. "Alidos loses his ability to fight, and Fat Ding wins." Without paying attention to the graffiti on his face, the referee stood up and announced the results of the first game directly.

Perhaps because of winning the game, Fat Ding didn't graffiti to others anymore, but jumped into the arms of the night brigade and rubbed hard. Nighttravel touched Fat Ding's round and soft body, and gently put her and Larulas aside. In the next game, it's better not to use fat ding, otherwise the referee may not wake up.

Looking at Fat Ding, Night Brigade smiled faintly, "Go, Meow Meow." "A thin figure appeared on the field, not very strong, but the strength contained in the body was amazing, with a sharp look in his eyes, looking ahead, waiting for his opponent to appear.

swept the court, Mu Cong was not at ease about the failure in the first game, and in the next game, he was confident that he would come back. "Go, Iron Mask Ninja."

An insect elf like a black bee waving its wings in the rain, high-speed vibration, can't see the trajectory of the wings at all, the iron mask ninja, the speed is extremely high, and the acceleration characteristics will make its speed higher and higher, compared with its speed, it is simply looking for death. It is not possible to preemptively strike unless you use some special skills, such as the fraud space.

With a fixed gaze, this elf is not only fast, but also sharp in attack, but defense is the biggest weakness. "As long as you hit, or even just one hit, this battle can be over, but at high speed, it is basically impossible to hit."

(Not in a good mood!) Depressed, so it rained. ）