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Liang Mu, a senior Pokémon player, was angered to death by the Eight Masters' competition and traveled to the Pokémon world. He decided to guide trainers around the world to improve the fighting level of the entire world. "Xiao Zhi, your Pokémon is equipped with all kinds of crazy moves, including Iai Slash and Water Gun." "Zhulan, why do you keep switching Pokémon randomly? You have to pay attention to the timing of rotation. Now you lose to Xiaozhi, and next you will lose to Kaluni and Ailan. After that, there is no one to lose." "Uh, and you, A'Du, all the folks in Guandu and Chengdu have lost all their face. Next one." ... Liang Mu made sharp comments on the eight masters one by one. A few years later, he stood at the top of the Pokémon League and solemnly announced to the world: "Next, there will be a new era of national battles!"

When I was in junior high school, the tiny stars scattered by the sunlight through the leaves were my best interpretation of that midsummer. It records my obscure girlish thoughts and the best image of that midsummer boy imprinted on my heart. Ask yourself, I have never been a good girl as people think. Being bad-tempered was the wisest way for me to deal with losing control. Hypocrisy was the protective color I used most at that time. Not being too smart was the biggest feeling I gave others. Of course, I know all these things myself, because people around me have reminded me countless times, but narcissism is my personality background, and I feel distressed and proud at the same time. Although I don't understand why others always deny what I do, I'm also unwilling to listen to their opinions, so this makes me complicated. That's why I became less like myself after meeting him later, because I actually began to doubt my own personality. Once this kind of thing started, it couldn't end until I forced myself into a strong cage made by myself.

She is afraid of death and darkness, but doesn't know how to survive. She can only rely on fleeting beauty - such as sunshine and the fragrance of flowers - to barely maintain her breathing. The strange dragonfly-shaped dark blue on her wrist is a mark of her pain and difference from ordinary people. The only one who gave her light, her now deceased grandfather, seemed to have concealed a huge truth from her. She had already noticed that the young man was approaching with a purpose, but in order to find the answer, she chose to make a deal with him. The two of them were brought into nothingness by the power of the pocket watch. The boy taught her how to use the pocket watch: by asking questions and touching the belongings of an old friend, she could get a glimpse of the dusty past.