2/2 Announcement: Slow updates will resume starting today (wipes away tears and sweat)
Announcement: I took some time to convert the traditional characters to simplified ones for everyone's convenience. Jinjiang will probably need a while to review it, so I recommend reading after 8 p.m.: Eyes+++++++++++ As for the title and synopsis, I don't feel like changing them (wipes away tears), so don't be fooled. Fujiyama Weiyan is the runner-up of the Kalos region. With his Grass- and Flying-type Pokemon by his side and a mask on his face, he stepped onto the stage for the Kalos League championship match. His emerald-green eyes, after his battle with Diantha, had captured the hearts of countless young men and women in Kalos. As a runner-up with no great ambitions in life, Mr. Weiyan felt he'd reached a small peak in life. All that remained was to find someone to fall in love with, and then his life would probably be complete. "Weiyan," the King of Plasma leaned close, his pretty face right beside his, "you should know that I don't like other people getting too close to you." The runner-up of Kalos blushed and was left speechless. All he could do was change the subject. "What about Pokemon?" "Only if I say so." CP: King of Plasma x Mr. Runner-Up of Kalos. Note: There are many more sweet moments than angsty ones. One-on-one pairing, devoted love. No major schemes or particularly angsty plot points. Mr. Runner-Up is a daddy's boy, and the King of Plasma makes the first move.
(●—●)... Look what I got
Get more rest???
Sofa, Gengar: Can I go back on my word? I want to go back to the Poké Ball, and I won't come out even if I'm here.
Sofa Green: I'm just doing soy sauce
Weiyan (hands over the body of the glowing stone): Beat this person to vent her anger, and keep her to continue writing the plot.
Sofa Mewtwo: It's finally my turn to appear
Sofa, finally unlocked
The new chapter is locked???
Then don't update the article for now, lest you get too busy and your bird master won't even recognize you when you go back.
+1 My hands are so cold that I can hardly copy notes anymore.