Nazi's arrival is like a meteor that passes by in life. After one night, everything is as usual.

Before dawn, she set off from her villa, took the earliest flight, and left Sara.

On the way to school, Ina noticed something and asked secretly. Filio had no intention of hiding it and told the truth about his meeting with Nazi.

However, in terms of what he said and did specifically, Filio kept his promise and remained tight-lipped. No matter how hard Ina tried to persuade him, he did not reveal any information.

The little fans who care about their idols are a little regretful and sad.

In retaliation, Philio's two earlobes were brutally tortured.

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During the lunch break, Filio took out the script that he had not touched for a while and thought about the adaptation.

From a drama to a movie, not only the content needs to be rewritten, but also the character setting and plot structure must be redesigned and adjusted to make it truly a script suitable for Nazi.

Even for Philio, who was a professional at that time, it would have taken several months or even more than a year to complete this work in his spare time.

But thinking that he could be of help to this senior who had helped him a lot, Filio also felt that it was quite meaningful and he was very excited.

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The days passed like this.

The principal's poisonous orb is fading day by day, and the little dream demon's poisonous skills are becoming more and more proficient, and its strength is also increasing day by day.

The script and rehearsals for the graduation performance are gradually getting on track. Miss Ina is very ambitious and vows to do something big.

Senior Nazi's tour was a great success in Yingxue City.

The impromptu dance on the beach that day became a new highlight after the adaptation.

After school, training together with Korni has become the norm. The still young and immature gym leader and the gradually growing students grow and progress together in the Tower of Refining.

In the superpower research club, apart from the daily chatting and laughing, some useful tips are also updated from time to time, which brings a lot of inspiration to Philio.

The spring breeze blows through the small town, green sprouts emerge, and everything is full of vitality.

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After school that day, Philio felt a little tired for the rare occasion. He didn't want to read at school or go to Kerni for training, so he simply returned to his cafe earlier.

In fact, I also feel that my mother is working hard and want to help.

After delivering takeaway coffee and desserts to a regular customer, Filio was riding his bike on his way home.

The little dream demon was floating in the air, very happy with the rare rest, running back and forth, chatting with Philio, talking about the interesting things it discovered.

"Squeak"

Suddenly, Filio held the brake and the bicycle stopped in a deserted small street.

"Marge?"

The little dream demon followed the inertia and flew far away, hurriedly ran back, and asked curiously.

"Look, there's a little Eevee lying down over there."

Philio pointed to the corner, and following his gaze, the little dream demon saw a little Eevee lying next to a telephone pole.

"Let's go take a look. Maybe he got lost. There is no one in the whole street."

After getting out of the car, Philio looked around and found that no one was passing by, so he stepped forward to check on little Eevee's condition.

At first glance, I discovered that for some unknown reason, there was a deep scar on Ibrahimovic's left front leg. The blood had coagulated slightly, but it still dyed a large area of ​​skin red.

On its neck, in the middle of the butter-colored hair, a small heart-shaped accessory can be seen. It seems that it is not a wild Pokémon.

"Machi! Machi!"

The caring little dream demon felt a little heartbroken and called Filio repeatedly to heal Ibrahimovic.

"I know, don't worry." Nodding to comfort the dream monster, Philio gently picked up Ibrahimovic and asked softly, "Little Eevee, can't you find your trainer?"
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Unlike other Eevee, this little Eevee seemed a little dazed, and did not respond to Filio's questions.

It wasn't until about ten or twenty seconds later that it nodded slowly: "Buyi!"

"...So that's it."

Philio did not dislike this little guy, because he found that there was obviously an excess of mental power in the mind of this little Eevee, forming a serious squeeze.

Seeing this cute little guy, Philio was in a trance, as if he had seen himself when he was a child.

"Little guy, the wound on your leg may be a little serious. Of course, I can definitely heal it. Can you go home with me first? I will help you take care of the wound, and then take you to find your trainer.

?"

Gently brushing away the dust and grass clippings on Eevee's head, Filio asked softly.

"...Buyi."

After a while, Ibrahimovic nodded and agreed in a sweet voice.

"Marge!"

The little dream demon also sympathizes with this cute little guy and wants to help, but now it can't do anything. It can only fly in circles around Philio and comfort him who is placed in the basket of the car.

Little Eevee.

"...Buyi!"

From time to time, little Ibrahimovic will respond, but it is still as slow as ever, as if thinking and reaction are always out of sync.

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After sending a message to his mother, Filio changed direction and rode directly back home.

"It may hurt a little, little Eevee, please bear with it. We have to clean the wound to avoid infection and to make you really better. If it hurts, just scream out, it's okay."

Placing the little Eevee on the small bed where he usually massages or treats Dream Demon, Filio spoke softly, calming the little guy's nervousness, and then started to clean the stained wounds quickly.

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"...Buyi...Buyi!"

In the face of pain, Philio discovered that the little guy could still sense it quickly and frown unconsciously.

The "crowding" of the spiritual world has no effect on physical perception, which shows that little Eevee's physical fitness is very good. With a little training, he may be able to withstand this excess mental power.

However, this is obviously not Philio's focus at the moment.

This little Eevee is very sensible and strong. Except for screaming when he first felt the sudden pain, he just frowned and endured it silently. When he couldn't help it anymore, he just hummed. It was very heartwarming and loving.

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When the debridement was completed, the sweat on the little guy's body had wetted the soft hair, as if it had been washed with water.

"You are doing a great job. You are a very strong little guy. Things will get better in the future. I will help you, okay?"

"Marge!"

Taking the hot towel from the little dream monster, Filio gently wiped the uninjured parts of Eevee's body to relieve its pain.

"...Buyi!"

In fact, his eyes were filled with tears as he endured the pain, but the little guy still acted like he was fine and comforted Filio and the little dream monster.

"Come, lift your feet gently, and I will apply medicine to you. I prepared this ointment myself. In three days, as long as you don't move around, you will be back to your original state. I will also spray medicine on the small wounds on the outside.

, these will be cured very quickly, so you must be more honest these days!"

I gently applied medicine and bandaged, and little Eevee was very cooperative. Although his movements were a bit slow, he was very obedient.

After finishing everything, Philio had some new ideas at the wound.

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"How about it, does this heart-shaped knot look good? I think it matches you very well. You are already very cute, so you should have a cute look, right?"

Gently wiping the sweat off his forehead, Filio nodded with satisfaction and looked at Ibrahimovic expectantly.

"Machi! Machi~"

The little dream demon also thought it looked very good, and even used her telekinesis to help, and she was also full of expectations.

"...Buyi."

After a long time, Ibrahimovic tilted his head, looked at his legs, and nodded, still looking very calm.

"Marge..."

The little dream demon is a little disappointed.

Philio didn't take it seriously at all. He gently wiped Eevee's still damp hair and encouraged: "You are very cute, little Eevee, let's take you home? Be careful next time, you can't

You’re lost again!”

"...Buyi? Buyi."

After listening to Philio's words, little Ibrahimovic looked a little confused. He tilted his head again, looked at Philio, and then nodded slightly.

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"Okay, this is where we first met. Can you still recognize the direction of your home?"

Holding little Eevee in his arms and carefully avoiding its injured left front leg, Filio walked steadily to the deserted street.

This place is a little remote, and few people usually pass by it. I passed by this place twice today, but there was no one there.

"...Buyi!"

This time, after waiting for a long time, the cute little Ibrahimovic pointed out a direction.

"Okay, little Eevee is very smart! Let's go this way, little by little, think slowly, don't be in a hurry."

Philio patted Ibrahimovic's furry head encouragingly and walked slowly to the intersection.

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"Is it this way?"

"...Buyi!"

"Okay, let's go!"

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"Where are we going this time? Over there?"

"...Buyi."

"Yeah, I understand."

Little Eevee moved after a while and gently pointed out the direction. Although it was slow, it seemed that he could still completely remember the way he came.

Philio hugged it, walked around, and spoke in a doting tone. In addition, the little dream monster kept chirping in the air, attracting passers-by's attention.

Although the distance was not far, it was not until a long time later that this wonderful "temporary combination" finally arrived in front of a luxurious mansion.

"...Buyi!"

Ibrahimovic pointed to the mansion expressionlessly.

"Is this here, little Eevee?...Huh? Why are there so many? Could it be that they are more of owners than trainers?"

At a glance, Filio saw only many cute Pokémon, either chasing and playing with each other, or lying down and resting, scattered on the large lawn of the mansion courtyard.

"Marge!"

The little dream demon felt something was wrong and poked Filio's cheek.

"Well, I can see that this family must have moved here recently. I remember that there were no residents here for a long time. I'm afraid it's been more than ten years since I remembered it. I don't want to think about that much for now. I'll go and ask.

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After patting the little dream monster who came closer, Filio strode forward.

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"Hello, may I ask if this little Eevee is your lost Pokémon?"

Walking to the gate of the mansion, there were two doormen standing there, and Filio asked politely.

"Lost Pokémon? There are too many Pokémon here, and we don't know. If you get lost, you will get lost. Anyway, the boss will buy more for the lady. If you have nothing else to do, please leave."<

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Unexpectedly, the doorman seemed to neither know nor want to care. The contempt in his words made Filio a little dissatisfied.

At this moment, a well-dressed old man walked out of the mansion. Seeing a stranger at the door, he hurriedly stepped forward.

"Mr. Garland."

When they saw the old man, the two guards immediately bowed their heads and respectfully called each other's names.

"What happened?"

The old man named Garland asked calmly. I heard that he spoke with a Hezhong accent similar to that of the two doormen.

Filio took a step forward and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Hello, Mr. Garland, I am Filio, a student of Salo Academy. I saw this little Eevee on the roadside. It was injured. I'm sorry.

It did some processing, and it pointed all the way back here. I wonder if it is the Pokémon lost in your house?"

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"Oh, hello, Mr. Filio. This Eevee... indeed, it is our lost Pokémon."

Seeing the heart-shaped accessory on Ibrahimovic's chest, Garland was surprised that Ibrahimovic could be found home, but he quickly regained his composure, said politely, and then stretched out his hand to hug Ibrahimovic back.

At this time, a lazy female voice sounded from behind the old man.

"Garland, what happened?"

"Miss Daisy, this is Mr. Philio from Salo Academy. He helped us find Eevee who was lost earlier. I was just about to thank him for you."

Garland turned around, yawned slightly, and then let the girl out.

Galant deliberately emphasized the word "lost" a little bit.

Only then did Philio see the true face of the previous voice owner.

He had long khaki hair, an upper-middle face, and looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. Philio judged at a glance that he had never seen it before, but it seemed familiar. It seemed that there was an elf shop that was about to open some time ago.

The owner of the supplies store looks a lot like her.

"Filio...Okay, I understand. Thank you then, and leave Ibrahimovic to me."

The girl Daisy reluctantly thanked her, then stretched out her hand to take Ibrahimovic over.

"Please note that the injury to Ibrahimovic's left front foot is relatively serious. I am a breeder. My analysis is that it is best not to move within three days."

Philio gently handed Ibrahimovic over, reminding him.

Although these people all have the arrogance typical of many upstarts in Hezhong, Philio still remains polite and fulfills his moral obligation as a breeder.

"I know, thank you. Garland, please remember it."

Daisy nodded, took Eevee, turned around, and walked towards the mansion.

Although his movements are not rough, they are not gentle either, and there seems to be a hint of disgust.

Ibrahimovic, who was carried back, was a little at a loss. He froze in the girl's arms and glanced at Filio subconsciously.

This was the first time that he got such patience from Philio. When he returned to his owner, he returned to normal.

"Then I won't bother you. You must be careful and gentle. Although this little guy's reaction time is a little long, he is definitely not unintelligent. In fact, he is very talented."

Although Filio is a little worried, this is someone else's housework after all. Carlos has a clear definition of the ownership of Pokémon, and he cannot participate and can only leave.

Before leaving, he looked at Ibrahimovic a few more times and warned him repeatedly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Philio, the mansion has an excellent medical and nurturing team, and they will be able to handle it properly. Please come back, too. Thank you very much."

After the butler Garland politely agreed, he stretched out his hand to see off the guests.

The girl Daisy waved her hand a little perfunctorily, obviously not listening and not paying attention to Philio.

Holding Ibrahimovic in her arms, she put him on the ground before taking a few steps and walked back to the villa.

Eevee just lay down on the lawn, glanced at Philio, and continued to be in a daze. He closed his eyes and seemed to be sleeping, just like he was in the street before, completely different from the lively and active Pokémon around him.

"Then please."

Philio hugged the still aggrieved little dream demon, took a deep look at the person in front of him, turned and left.

He probably understood the situation of this mansion, and he also probably understood the situation of the somewhat arrogant girl.
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