On October 2, 98, the first competition day of the Kanto Alliance Quartz Conference.

Yesterday's grand opening ceremony and many cultural and sports activities that lasted for a whole day made the quartz plateau completely lively after a quiet year, the boiling heat and enthusiastic hustle and bustle even if it has stopped the next day seems to still be felt, although it is already early in the morning, but the sporadic jubilation is still stubbornly continuing, even in late autumn some bleak cold wind can not completely stop people's desire to indulge in carnival.

In the midst of the jubilant crowd, many young trainers with nervous expressions and uneasy behaviors had spontaneously gathered in front of the selection venue of the quartz conference.

And among them, of course, is the existence of Merlin-kun, who has finally recovered his usual cold face. Merlin, who was alone, was hunched in the bleak autumn wind, his clenched hands were stuffed into his pockets, and he didn't know whether it was out of the cold or the inexplicable tension in his heart, Merlin's upper body was trembling in a very fast but small amplitude. Hovering far away on the huge combo screen outside the wall of the lottery venue, Merlin raised his eyes from time to time to glance over there, and then quickly withdrew his gaze.

It's 4:37 a.m., and the young trainers who crawl out of the warm quilt in the wee hours of the morning when the night is still thick but the lights are shining brightly, the young trainers wandering around the deserted, chilly bleak streets are naturally not just running out to calm their heads. They are all waiting for the lottery venue to open, hoping that they can complete the landing, division, and grouping of the first round as soon as possible.

"Whew~~" With a thin white breath, Merlin took out his somewhat stiff hands and rubbed them together, while stomping his feet vigorously, trying to move and stretch his body. At the same time, he turned his head again to look at the time displayed on the combination screen, waiting for the arrival of five o'clock sharp, the opening time of the lottery venue.

"Twenty minutes to go," Merlin, who was moving his limbs in a white breath, looked around boredly, hoping to find a few acquaintances among the trainers around him who were about the same virtue as him. But after scanning around, I didn't find any guys I knew, just a few familiar people.

"I knew I should have dragged Duowu here." Merlin muttered to herself in frustration.

Merlin really wanted to drag the famous trainer Duowu to come here to be his companion, but the big star Duowu, who has always insisted on sleeping and sleeping beautifully, would never allow this kind of early waking up behavior that might damage his Ruyu face, so Merlin, who knew Duowu's temperament, simply came to the lottery venue without even trying to tell Duowu to get up early.

Moreover, last night Tatake had slept late and tired himself because he wanted to "enjoy" the Grand Grade Match for the first time. After watching the exhibition match between Mr. Guandu Supreme Du and Miss Nazi, the superpowered lady, rushed back to watch the recordings of the four exhibition matches of the Four Heavenly Kings, and finally even began to sort out the observation notes

Merlin, however, went to bed early. Wataru and Nazi's rivalry is at best a super-sized sound and light show with super flashy special effects, and there's really not much to really appreciate. Of course, this is only for the battle itself. As for Miss Nazi, one of the participants in the battle, Merlin was still very serious and carefully appreciated the whole process. Compared with the lackluster trick performance, Miss Nazi's superpower solo show is still very interesting. At least for Merlin.

"Nazi," Merlin said as she muttered the name that meant so much to her, and Merlin moved her limbs harder.

According to the content of the conference process guide provided by the official quartz conference for each contestant, this year's conference introduced a self-service login system for the first time, and there will be 30 intelligent self-service login and sorting terminals for the contestants to use freely in the lottery venue.

The terminals will be officially up and running at 5 a.m. this morning. And what Merlin and the other trainers who shivered in the cold wind were waiting for the terminals to open.

Compared to the manual counter, which only works at 7 o'clock, the self-service terminals that are put into operation two hours earlier can undoubtedly provide these nervous guys with a richer and poorer time.

The wait is always long. Twenty minutes of waiting seemed like hours had passed for Merlin, especially in the cold autumn early morning, and this sense of longness was infinitely extended. When the time displayed on the grouping screen on the outer wall of the lottery center reached five o'clock, when the originally dark lottery venue was brightly lit, when the sensor door of the lottery venue was slowly opened because of the eager trainers who were approaching, dozens of young people who had long been frozen rushed into the venue. At this moment, they are not scrambling to complete the landing early, but just trying to get into the building as soon as possible to warm up.

In the huge lottery venue that can accommodate hundreds of people, there are only five male conference staff who are responsible for guiding, answering questions and maintaining order, two stand at the door, and the remaining three shuttle around the thirty self-service terminals, while the thirty or fifty early trainers consciously line up in front of the thirty terminals, quietly completing their own landing, zoning and grouping.

"Ladies and gentlemen," said one of the tournament staff members who was shuttling between the machines to the early risers, "due to the small number of people who landed and the lack of distribution conditions in the system, it is possible that not all the players who landed will be assigned to the opponents of the first round"

There were several frustrated complaints in the middle of the room.

"Please don't worry, and don't be impatient." The staff tried to calm the trainers, "If you've completed your landing and region selection, and you still haven't been assigned an opponent, then don't be anxious. You can go back to your apartment first, or go to have some breakfast and wait quietly, the system will be the first time to allocate the opponent to the opponent of the period, please pay attention to your own illustrated book, if you assign the opponent, your illustrated book will send a buzzer and voice reminder, then please come to the lottery venue as soon as possible to confirm what to do without the illustrated book, then you still wait here, or after a period of time and then log in is more secure"

Merlin, who had just completed the landing and randomly selected the grass field as the venue for the first round of the match, immediately froze in place when he heard this, and began to twitch violently from the corners of his mouth to the corners of his eyes. But just as Merlin wanted to burst out some unsightly words, a half-length photo of the two people suddenly appeared on the screen in front of Merlin. The one on the left is, of course, Merlin. The one on the right is a young man in his twenties, weathered and hard-beaten, dressed in the general costume of a forest ranger, with an unlit handmade cigarette in his mouth, and bright black eyes that seem to be visibly tired.

"Shinichiro" Merlin glanced at the basic personal information attached to the photo and found the man's name.

"Oh, the opponent has been assigned here," the male trainer behind Merlin, who easily peeked through the back of the little Merlin, shouted loudly, "It's really good luck, boy, you're definitely lucky."

"It's been assigned here," and at this moment, a burst of cheers erupted in front of the fourth terminal of the three machines on Merlin's right, "The opponent has been assigned."

Merlin subconsciously turned his head to that side, moving his gaze to the place where the voice came from, but it happened to meet a pair of bright black eyes that were obviously tired.

"Ah, what a trouble," the owner of the eyes muttered very quietly, raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, as if playing a trick, he took out a thick cigarette roll that was obviously rolled by himself by hand and stuffed it into his mouth, "How could you encounter such a difficult guy in the first round, the food standards of the contestants and the eliminated guys are completely different," muttered something in his mouth, Shinichiro barely squeezed out a smile and gave it to Merlin who was looking at him.

"Hey, isn't this little guy the superpower who eliminated Fran?"

"Yes, it's him, the little golden superpower. It seems to have a nickname called the Destruction Boy or something."

"That very decadent guy, it seems to be Tokiwa no Hoshi"

"Yes, the local heroes who protected the Tokiwa Forest and the hero ranger of Tokiwa City during the great turmoil caused by the Rocket Corps and the Ideal Country"

"Yes, he's the eleventh pick in the first edition of the seeding."

"So what, it's a big upset that knocked out the sixth place in the seed sequence."

"What is this, a strong showdown"

"Wow, the first round was so intense"

The other contestants, who had seen through the identities of Merlin and Shinichiro, whispered without hesitation, each commenting on Merlin and Shinichiro, who were making brief eye contact, according to their own minds, and at the same time secretly looking forward to whether the two who collided in advance would erupt into a more enthusiastic spark or conflict before the battle began.

It's a pity that neither the calm Merlin nor the decadent young man Shinichiro had the intention of letting the onlookers watch the performance for free, nodding slightly to each other, and after smiling and saying a silent hello, the two retracted their gazes at each other quite tacitly, and moved their eyes back to their respective screens again.

At this time, the screen happened to appear on the screen to match the distribution table of the two people.

"Grass Battle Arena, the first game, three against three duels, eight o'clock in the morning" The two read out the location and time displayed on the screen in unison, and then turned their heads again and exchanged a meaningful look with each other, "Please land the message of the three Pokémon required for the battle within an hour before the start of the game, if you do not log in after the time limit, you will be deemed to have automatically waived, and if you do not complete the three landings, you will participate according to the logged message, please arrive at the competition venue ten minutes before the start of the game, and obey, Cooperate with the command and arrangement of the referees and the staff of the venue"

After softly reading the last few notes, Merlin exited his login screen, retrieved the spit out ID card, and walked out of the lottery venue without saying a word.

Leaving the building and going outside, the still cold wind blowing through Merlin's body made him shiver slightly. Only then did he realize that his back had been soaked with sweat of nervousness and uneasiness. A chill spread through his soaked back to his limbs, causing Merlin to sneeze loudly.

"Well, there's still plenty of time anyway, let's go back and change clothes first" Rubbing his nose, Merlin leaned back again, put his hands in his pockets, and walked briskly in the direction of the player's apartment.

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The special dragon set for the conference is provided by Shinichiro for the friendship of the book friend Situ Chen~~ Since it is called the special dragon set for the conference, then the fate seems to be conceivable

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