Pokémon: Rise of Evil

Chapter 371 A woman’s 6th sense

After seeing off the other representatives, Daigo, Sayuri, and Shota, who was sitting in a conference chair and looking a little absent-minded, were left in the conference room.

Looking at Shota who was thinking, Daigo still touched him by saying:

"Shota, is this really okay?"

After hearing what Daigo said, Shota came back to reality from his thoughts. He chuckled, then played with Sayuri's delicate little hands again and said to Daigo:

“Don’t worry, just do this.

To be honest, as long as we can deal with the Kanto region and the Johto region, we don't need to worry about Sinnoh and other regions.

How should I put it? These regions are like a small gang, with the Kanto and Johto regions being the big guys and the rest being just the little guys.

After dealing with the boss above, the little Luo Luo below naturally wouldn't dare to say a word.

As for why I was a little more relaxed on Sinnoh's side, besides because their strength is close to ours, another reason is because I have my own plans."

Listening to Shota's explanation, Daigo, who had always used rigid political means to negotiate with other regions, suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

After grasping this glimmer of understanding, Daigo continued to ask Shota:

"You said before that you would be responsible for sending the second daughter of the Yuto family back and convincing the Yuto family to help us settle the conflict with the Kanto and Johto regions. What did you rely on?"

In response to Daigo's question, Shota glanced at Sayuri, then said to Daigo who was observing carefully:

"Don't worry, it won't be your sister. Of course, I won't tell you because this is my own method and it's also a secret."

After listening to Shota's explanation, Daigo finally breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he became more and more curious about what Shota's so-called method or secret was.

In the morning, the sun rises from the horizon, heralding the arrival of a new day.

Shota looked out the attic window at the seven huge dark empty spaces outside of Kanaz City, a satisfied smile on his face as if he was admiring his own work of art.

"Good brother~ It's all your fault last night. I have no strength this morning. Come and help me zip up my pants."

Hearing Sayuri's call, Shota turned around and saw the snow-white back in the sunlight.

"You are a female CEO, why don't you wear simple clothes?"

As Shota spoke, he walked to the bed and sat on it, then helped Sayuri zip up the back of her clothes.

"Because I hope you can help me zip up every day, whether I'm putting on clothes or taking off clothes~"

Of course Shota heard the teasing tone in Sayuri's voice, but he didn't want to put it into action. He just zipped up his clothes clumsily.

Seeing that Shota didn't take any action, Sayuri didn't want to force it, so she spoke in a very calm tone:

"There should be a little lover of my brother in the Yuto family, right?"

As she spoke, Sayuri seemed to be lost in thought. She pressed her index finger against her lips and continued innocently:

"Let me guess, who could it be?

The second daughter of the Yuto family? No, it shouldn't be her. Then, the eldest daughter of the Yuto family shouldn't be her either.

Then there is only one truth. My brother's little lover should be the third daughter of the Yuto family, Yuto Seidai, or perhaps it would be more appropriate to call her the top pride.

After all, I have met this little lover of my brother before. She is quite arrogant. I don’t know how my brother won her over.”

Listening to what Sayuri said, the exclusion she made without any reason, and the correct inference she made in the end, Shota suddenly felt that women were really scary creatures.

"Brother~Why don't you say anything? Did I guess right?"

"Well, you guessed it right, so do you want a reward?"

Looking at the towering pillar in front of her, Sayuri swallowed subconsciously, but then she felt the pain in her body, then shook her head and said:

"No, I can't. I have to take over the entire Dewen Company today. I have a lot of things to do..."

"You can do it tomorrow. Time is like water in a sponge. If you squeeze it, there will always be some. Don't you agree? Sayuri?"

A scream was heard from the attic, and the little bobs living on the top of the attic were frightened and ran away.

A few hours later, Shota looked at Sayuri, who was limp as mud, and said with a pout:

"Little paicai, very cute and fun-loving."

In response to Shota's comments, Sayuri, who was still alive, refuted:

"Hmph~ Brother is bad~ You don't even dare to answer my question directly, brother is bad~"

As she said this, Sayuri started to sob with her face on the pillow.

Looking at the crying Sayuri, Shota didn't feel any sympathy at all, but although pulling out dicks ruthlessly was something he often did, this person still had great value in being used.

So, Shota sat down on the part of the bed where there was no water stain, and after thinking for a moment, Shota did not attach the power of Tokiwa to his hands, but instead used his ordinary big hands to stroke Sayuri's little head.

In response, Sayuri did not put up any violent resistance. She just used her weak hands to push away Shota's big hand that was stroking her head. The force of that hand was not even as strong as tickling.

It's obvious that Sayuri wants Shota to comfort her, and nothing else.

Of course, Shota, who is very good at reading people's minds, also knows this.

Then he spoke:

"Sayuri, you are very important to me."

Listening to what Shota said, Sayuri still buried her head in the pillow, but the sound of crying had stopped, replaced by sobbing, and at the same time brought questions:

"Yes, yes. How important is it?"

The answer I got was:

"Very important."

However, in terms of truth and falsehood, this answer is just a lie.

But even though she knew that Xiang was lying, Sayuri still believed it.

The most powerful illusion in this world does not come from others, but from yourself.

We always have expectations of others, but the responses they give us are often the opposite of what we expect.

In this regard, we always find excuses, search for him or her, make up lies, and still hope that the person will give us the response we expect.

If we were a cat, even if we had nine lives, we would die in the corridor of expected response and drown in the illusion we created ourselves.

The sunlight came into the room through the attic window and shone on the bed. In the beam of light, the dust particles were dancing. Shota held Sayuri, who fell into his arms and was still sobbing. There was no smile of success on the corners of his mouth. Instead, there was a sense of detachment, a belief, and a self bathed in the sunlight.