Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 420 Fried Noodles and Fireworks

After a flurry of activity, the proprietress and the boss finally put out the fire in the pot, then changed the pot and continued to fry noodles for Gardevoir.

Not long after, the first serving of fried noodles was served.

Gardevoir took out the disposable chopsticks from the bamboo tube, broke it into two parts in the middle, and began to eat with relish.

With the sound of slurping, the first serving of fried noodles was quickly eaten up by Gardevoir.

Shota sat next to her, leaning against the table with one hand supporting his head, just quietly watching Gardevoir licking the chopsticks.

Noticing Shota's gaze, Gardevoir felt a little embarrassed and covered her face with the tiny chopsticks, but it couldn't block Shota's gaze at all.

Soon, the second serving of fried noodles was served. Gardevoir had no time to pay attention to Shota's aggressive look and started to eat it with relish again.

However, compared to the first time, after eating for a while, Gardevoir shyly picked up a handful of fried noodles, then stretched it towards Shota and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito:

"Just now, I saw other men and women doing the same thing, and I wanted to try it too."

Listening to what Gardevoir said, Shota had no choice but to cooperate with her and slurped up the handful of fried noodles she handed to him.

However, this bite might have hit the aorta, and the fried noodles in the plate disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Ahem~ Shouta, you're so bad. It's all gone."

Gardevoir punched Shota's chest with its little fists and made complaining sounds.

However, as the third serving of fried noodles was served, Gardevoir put aside what had just happened and continued to eat with relish.

After eating about 100 portions, Gardevoir began to show some lack of interest.

Then, under the respectful gaze of the boss and the boss's wife, he left the fried noodle shop.

Shota looked at his empty wallet, held his forehead, then took out a pack of tissues from his arms, pulled out a few sheets of paper, grabbed Gardevoir's head and began to wipe the oil stains from the corners of her mouth.

Feeling Shota's strange gaze, Gardevoir scratched her head embarrassedly.

"Hehe~ Let's go to the next one."

"Good~"

Shota touched Gardevoir's little head lovingly, and let Gardevoir hold his hand and go forward.

But he was soon surrounded by some proprietresses with golden eyes.

They promoted their own cars, took out coupons they had written out on the spur of the moment, and tried every possible means to get Gardevoir to their stores.

Just when Gardevoir was about to be lured away by a proprietress, there were sudden flashes of fire in the sky. It was brilliant fireworks blooming in the sky, attracting everyone's attention.

The colorful fireworks were reflected in Gardevoir's ruby-like eyes, and a hint of curiosity was revealed.

"Hey, Shouta, what's that in the sky? It's so beautiful."

"It's fireworks, do you want to play?"

“Can we play?”

"OK."

"Okay, I want to play, but we don't seem to have much paper left. Originally, I just wanted to find a random store to have a snack and then go back.

If you want to play this now, you'll probably need a lot of that kind of paper.

Otherwise, forget it. "

Just as Gardevoir's eyes revealed regret, a wallet had fallen at Shota's feet.

"Hey, Gardevoir, we have money again."

"Hmm? You mean, that kind of paper?"

"Ah."

As he said this, Shota showed Gardevoir the banknotes in his hand.

Looking at the huge piles of banknotes in Shota's hand, Gardevoir took Shota's arm, raised her head, looked at Shota expectantly and said:

"Then let's go."

"okay."

Before long, Gardevoir had all kinds of fireworks in her hands. She held them like a baby and asked Shota questions from time to time:

“Can this thing really turn into something like the one in the sky?”

"You'll find out later."

Shota touched Gardevoir's little head and led her towards an open area.

They stopped in a dark and secluded place, and Shota asked Gardevoir to put down all the fireworks in her hands. Then, he took out a lighter from his pocket without rustling.

Seeing Shota squatting there fiddling with these things, Gardevoir couldn't help but want to go forward and take a look out of curiosity.

But as flashes of fire suddenly appeared one after another, Shota stood up and carried her towards the back.

Looking at the fireworks in front of her that were constantly spurting out starlight like a fountain, Gardevoir couldn't help but clasp her hands together, with a look of joy in her eyes.

Shota stood behind her, resting his head on her shoulder, his arms around her waist, and enjoyed this gorgeous yet short-lived beauty with her.

As the bucket of fireworks burned out, the surroundings fell into silence and darkness again.

Just when Gardevoir was feeling a little disappointed, a beam of fire ignited beside her hand, and with a crackling sound, the light appeared again.

Shota handed the fireworks in his hand to Gardevoir. Gardevoir caught the small wooden stick and was as happy as a child, running back and forth in this quiet and dark place.

Freeze the fireworks you see in the world and record the happiness of the moment.

Shota looked at her quietly, listening to her laughter, and felt very peaceful and comfortable in his heart at this moment.

However, the silence was broken by a cough coming from not far away.

Gardevoir, holding the extinguished fireworks in her hand, passed through the thick mist and returned to Shota's side.

"It's so choking, cough cough..."

Shota gently patted Gardevoir's back. Not long after, Gardevoir was revived with full health, picked up a long firework and said to Shota:

"I'm going to play this."

With a hissing sound, the fuse was lit. Gardevoir nervously held the long firework, looking at Shota from time to time.

Shota gave her an encouraging look and then stood aside.

Not long after, as flames exploded in the sky, a flash of light appeared in the sky.

Gardevoir looked towards Shota excitedly, and Shota nodded slightly at her, signaling her to continue playing.

Looking at Gardevoir's flickering silhouette against the backdrop of the fireworks, Shota couldn't help but think of a part of a poem from his previous life:

"I searched for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, and when I turned around, he was there, in the dim light."

The content of a poem doesn’t have to be that profound; it can just stay on the surface.

Looking at Gardevoir's smile blooming under the fireworks, Shota couldn't help but mutter to himself:

“As long as she’s happy.

In fact, her smile is the most beautiful firework in this world."