Chapter 202: Sirona's Age Issue
"Hehe, nothing happened. I just didn't expect Miss Shirona to be so... cheerful." Heath looked at Shirona in front of him. She was more than cheerful, she was simply too outgoing. He didn't know how Shirona would change from this young girl to the majestic Sinnoh champion in the next few years. Did identity really have a subtle influence on a person?
"Hey, what you said is true. I finally escaped from Sinnoh and there is no one accompanying me. It would be too boring if I don't relax myself now." Shirona curled her lips, then picked up the wine glass and gulped down a big gulp of beer.
"Would you like a sip?" Shirona asked Heath with a smile. Heath looked at the yellow liquid in the glass and couldn't help swallowing. Beer and barbecue are a very good combination. When Heath used to have barbecue with his college roommates, he liked to have a bottle of ice-cold beer.
However, Heath still shook his head. The alliance area has clear regulations on all underage drinking. Although it does not mean that they cannot drink secretly in private, considering that they are now in the most densely populated night market area, Heath still endured it.
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot that you are not yet an adult, tut tut." Sirona took back the wine glass with a smile. Heath rolled his eyes. Is this guy drunk? He still wants to tease himself at this time.
Heath didn't care too much, but picked up a skewer. He couldn't tell what kind of meat it was. It seemed to be some meat he had never eaten before. Heath picked it up curiously and took a bite. It tasted a bit dry, but it was grilled very fragrantly. A lot of barbecue powder was added, which made the skewer taste a bit pungent. I didn't know and thought it was because of hot sauce.
"This chicken is too tough and doesn't taste very good." Heath curled his lips. After he washed the second piece of meat, he saw the color of this piece of meat and then identified the type of meat.
"What about you grilling chicken?" Sirona looked at Heath curiously. She didn't have any other hobbies. Her first was Pokémon, her second was the study of Sinnoh history, and her third was food .
Heath smiled and said nothing. There was no more chicken suitable for cooking in his dining cart. After all, most of the chicken had been made into braised chicken. However, if he replenished some tomorrow, he could probably try to offer a side dish. But if it was just a side dish, Heath didn't have the corresponding wine.
"Is Farfetch'd your first Pokémon? Or is this little guy on your head?" Shirona glanced at Zoroark above Heath's head. Zoroark trembled all over and tried to curl up his body, as if doing so could avoid Shirona's sight. Heath wanted to laugh when he saw it.
"Fat Onion is my first Pokémon, but I never thought of taking Farfetch'd to challenge gyms or anything like that. I just let my Pokémon do what they like." Heath shrugged. He always felt that there were many things to do in this world besides challenging gyms.
If we change it to what we said in our previous life, then although going to college is the choice of most people, there are also some people who do not take this path, but choose to take other paths. This is understandable. As long as you can support yourself and have a decent future, then it is not something to be ashamed of.
"Do you want to have a fight?" Shirona took another sip of beer, gulping it down, then put the beer glass on the table and made a "ha" sound. Heath's mouth twitched, he was also a little greedy.
"No, I have no interest in fighting... But Miss Sirona, are you an adult?" Heath looked at Sirona with a strange expression. As expected of a person from the Pokémon world, how the trainers here can reach a consensus in a short period of time is through fighting.
What? You're in a rush to go camping in the next city? Then let's have a battle first!
What? Your house is on fire? Then let's fight it first!
Anyway, in this crappy world, the way trainers solve problems is very simple: fight. If fighting doesn't work, then fight twice. Anyway the problem will be solved by fighting a few more times. This also makes Heath feel that people in this world have a strange fascination with fighting.
Everyone is a reckless man. If they see something wrong, as long as it's a trainer and they have Pokémon, they will just go for it. If something goes wrong, we can deal with it later.
However, Shirona's age is also a problem. Heath remembered that he had heard from Mr. Sakaki and others that Miss Shirona was the youngest champion in Sinnoh's history. Even compared with people from other alliances, she was surprisingly young. However, Heath felt that this record might be broken after Dantei became the champion.
Dan Di seemed to become the champion at a younger age.
"Of course I'm an adult... Even if I'm not an adult, no one here knows me anyway, you won't go and tell spies on them, right?" Shirona avoided the question and then came over mysteriously.
Heath swallowed. Shirona was too close to him, so close that Heath felt a little uncomfortable. He could even see Shirona's eyelashes, which were very long.
Heath leaned back subconsciously, then touched his nose.
"Since you only drank a small amount of beer, I won't report you." Heath curled his lips. In fact, Heath doubted that even if he really reported it, it would be useless. Champions have privileges. This is something that no one has said, but most people would take it for granted.
"Hehe, I'm just kidding. This thing is a drink very much like beer. I'll only be 19 years old at the end of this year." Shirona shrugged, then poured a glass for Heath. Heath took it and took a sip. It did taste very much like beer, but it was definitely different from beer. It was a bit like the kvass drink in his previous life.
Heath looked at the sign, which read "Slowpoke Gas Drink". On it was a drunken Slowpoke lying on the ground, holding a bottle of gas drink in its hand. There was another Slowpoke on the gas drink, and it seemed to be holding a bottle as well. Oh my god, where is the nesting doll?
"Ms. Sirona, if you want to try the chicken I made, you are welcome to come over tomorrow. I will give you a better tasting chicken then." Heath said very confidently. It was almost time now, and Heath planned to go back to bed soon , otherwise he would not be able to get enough sleep when he woke up tomorrow morning.
"Okay." Sirona nodded with a smile.
