Two pairs of eyes were simultaneously watching Roy as he left.
They were Mr.
Stone and Steven, who were in the viewing area.
Having watched the entire match, Mr.
Stone looked pensive before asking Director Yuvsk:
“Is…
is this person also a student at your academy?”
Director Yuvsk didn’t know how to answer for a moment.
He hadn’t missed the match either, and to be honest, it could be summed up in two words: “disgusting.”
“Uh…
Mr.
Stone, have you forgotten?
This is the student you recommended back then.”
It was him!?
Upon hearing Director Yuvsk’s words, Mr.
Stone slapped his thigh in excitement.
He had almost forgotten about this matter.
When the Elderly Woman from Mt.
Pyre had approached him, he was wondering what kind of favor she needed.
It turned out to be a student enrollment issue, which wasn’t a big deal, so he had agreed to it in passing.
What puzzled him was why such a mysterious family would ask him for help.
However, did he know that the trainers from the family on Mt.
Pyre were all taught by him?
Why were they sent to Rustboro Academy?
Besides, he had heard that the two successors left behind by the family on Mt.
Pyre were little girls, right?
How did it turn into a boy now?
Countless questions flashed through Mr.
Stone’s mind.
Roy was like a bug in the system, leaving him unable to figure out why.
Steven was thinking about how he would command an Onix to defeat Roy if he were in that position, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn’t come up with a good strategy.
The main issue was that Roy’s combo was just too disgusting.
If it were his own Metang…
No, his Metang seemed to be countered by the opponent.
Steven watched Roy’s back as he was about to leave the battlefield.
Even though he hadn’t battled him, why did he feel disgusted?
As if sensing something, Roy looked back at the viewing area and locked eyes with Steven.
After a moment of pause, Roy didn’t feel awkward and offered a polite smile.
He waved at Steven and then left the battlefield.
Steven looked in the direction Roy left with a pensive expression.
Did he know him?
Many people in the arena who had just watched the battle started discussing it, mostly focusing on the tactics.
Although it was disgusting, it was effective.
Were all Ghost-type Pokémon battles like this?
Seeing that the system’s popularity points had jumped to 900, Roy was excited.
Sure enough, bad publicity is still publicity!
The popularity points gained from such disgusting tactics were no lower than those gained from doing good deeds.
He had even seen Steven just now.
Although the other party didn’t know him, his knowledge of Steven was not inferior to the main character, Ash.
The prince of Devon Corporation, the Champion of the Hoenn League, one of the Masters Eight, the owner of a Shinny Mega Metagross—strength, looks, and wealth combined to form Steven’s image.
“Gurgle!”
He felt his stomach expressing its dissatisfaction.
Roy arrived at the academy’s largest cafeteria.
It was like a hotel buffet, and they even sold Pokémon cubes.
When Roy arrived at the cafeteria, he discovered that the food was actually free!
As long as you didn’t waste it, you could eat as much as you wanted.
Of course, wasting food came with a penalty: you would have to volunteer in the cafeteria for a week.
Of course, human food was free, but Pokémon cubes were not, and they were quite expensive.
Upon hearing the word “free,” Roy couldn’t move his feet.
He didn’t have many Pokedollars on him, so this would save him a large amount of money.
He hurriedly went to the noodle section to make his selection.
He saw a middle-aged man at the window, and the one cooking the noodles inside was a Machoke.
“Mister, I want this, that, and also…”
Roy ordered a whole table of food like he was reciting a menu, leaving the middle-aged man cooking the noodles stunned.
8 bowls of ramen!?
“Student, can you finish all of this?
If you can’t eat it, you’ll be penalized.”
“Mister, don’t worry.
If I can’t finish it, I’ll clean the entire cafeteria for you.”
Alright!!!
He liked the kid’s grit.
He wanted to see just how much this kid could eat.
He didn’t slow down his flipping of the wok and started making Roy’s noodles.
Before long, a fragrant bowl of noodles appeared in front of Roy, the aroma hitting his nostrils.
When he was at Mt.
Pyre, he and Phoebe usually ate whatever the Elderly Woman made.
Since the two elderly people had relatively light tastes, Roy never really enjoyed his meals to the fullest.
Now, the noodles made by this mister in the kitchen were both fragrant and delicious, so Roy picked up his chopsticks and started eating.
By the time the man brought the second bowl, Roy had finished the first and was already waiting for the second.
This speed made the man, who had spent five years in the cafeteria, feel like he had finally met his match.
It had been many years since he encountered such a voracious youth.
“Old buddy, step it up!”
“Machoke!”
The Machoke in the kitchen responded and dropped the noodles Roy wanted into the boiling water.
Soon, people eating in the cafeteria were drawn to the unusual scene at Roy’s table, gathering around to watch a live mukbang.
The onlookers went from just wanting to see some drama to being speechless with shock, and finally, their expressions grew increasingly serious.
Little Fatty also arrived at the cafeteria, looking dejected.
Big Sister Roxanne had just lost the battle, and he didn’t even know how the opponent had won.
If it were him, he would have lost even faster.
Now, only eating could soothe his emotions.
As soon as he arrived at the cafeteria, he was drawn to the crowd surrounding Roy.
“Wow!
He can really eat.
This is already the fifth bowl.”
“The sixth!
The sixth bowl is starting!!!!”
What’s going on?
Seeing a crowd gathered around watching something, Little Fatty used his size advantage to squeeze into the middle of the crowd.
He saw that unforgettable figure, currently slurping down large bowls of ramen and praising the man’s skills from time to time.
Roy, surrounded in the center, was like a Snorlax that hadn’t eaten in three days.
He didn’t look like he was eating fast, but the frequency was high.
He held grilled chicken wings in his right hand and used chopsticks in his left to shovel ramen into his mouth.
Could he be the reincarnation of a starving ghost?
This was already Roy’s 10th bowl of noodles, and the stack of bowls on the table was almost half the height of a person.
Finally, after eating 12 bowls of noodles, Roy burped, wiped the soup from the corners of his mouth, and amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, he got a cup of ice cream from the dessert station and left in style.
“No…
impossible!”
Little Fatty, how could he still eat so much?
He couldn’t beat Roy in terms of aura, looks, or strength.
The only thing left was eating, just eating!
Eating was his proudest strength, and now he had actually lost to the other guy in that too.
And why, even though Roy had eaten so much, didn’t his stomach look bloated at all?
Is this right?
At this moment, Little Fatty felt as if a Ghost-type Pokémon had sucked out his energy.
He felt terrible; he had been defeated by Roy in his most confident field.
Tonight’s dinner didn’t seem as delicious anymore.