The scene fell silent for a second.
And then...
"Roy! Roy! Roy!"
"Champion! Champion! Champion!"
Cheers like a mountain tsunami instantly erupted like a boiling pot.
In the stands, everyone was shouting that name.
Although Alex was a local contestant, the audience of the fighting competition had always worshipped the strong.
That punch just now, and that Seismic Toss, were enough to prove everything.
This young man was truly powerful.
Roy stood on the ring, his expression still calm, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Primeape stood beside him, pounding its chest with both hands and letting out an excited howl.
In the family seating area, three women stood up at the same time.
But this time...
"Roy!!!"
The first one to jump up wasn't Misty, but Aimi.
She sprang up from her seat, her hands clenched into fists above her head, her face flushed red with excitement.
"Roy! You're amazing!"
"You won! You really won!"
Aimi's voice was loud and bright, completely devoid of her usual gentle and reserved manner.
She was hopping on her feet and waving her hands, her eyes shining as if they were filled with stars.
"Champion! You're the Champion!"
She shouted loudly, her voice full of excitement and pride.
Beside her, Misty had also been prepared to jump up and cheer.
She had already lifted her bottom and opened her mouth, ready to shout the first "Roy"...
Then she froze.
She remained in a half-squatting position, her mouth half-open, staring blankly at Aimi.
What's the situation?
Sister Aimi?
Today?
So... lively?
Misty looked completely bewildered; the "cheering" nerve in her brain had its spellcasting interrupted by Aimi's performance.
She watched Aimi jumping and bouncing there, countless question marks popping up in her heart.
Sister Aimi isn't usually like this.
Usually, even when Sister Aimi is happy, it's that kind of gentle smile, at most putting her hands together in front of her chest and saying, "That's wonderful."
What's wrong today?
How is she more excited than me?
Aimi's head was now filled with nothing but Roy.
She looked at that tall figure on the ring, feeling as if something was surging in her heart.
It was an unprecedented feeling.
She had cheered for Roy before and been happy for him, but never like this—so uninhibited.
So... justified.
Because it was different now.
She was Roy's woman.
She no longer needed to hide it, no longer needed to carefully control her emotions, no longer needed to pretend they were just ordinary friends.
She could shout his name loudly, jump up and cheer for him, and let the whole world know how happy she was.
This feeling of freedom was more exciting than anything else.
Delia stood to the side, watching Aimi like this, the smile on the corners of her mouth deepening.
She said nothing, only nodding gently.
Well, this family is getting more and more lively.
On the ring, the host walked to Roy's side with a microphone.
"Let us once again congratulate Contestant Roy for winning the championship of this P1 Fighting Competition!"
Another round of applause rang out at the scene.
The host continued: "Next, we invite the organizers to present the prize money and the Gold Belt to the Champion!"
A middle-aged man in a suit walked onto the ring, carrying a red tray in his hands.
On the tray lay a glittering Gold Belt and a large Check Board.
Written on it was: 500,000.
Five hundred thousand.
Roy looked at that check; another substantial income, making his net worth even more solid.
The representative of the organizers held up the Gold Belt and displayed it to the entire audience.
"The P1 Fighting Competition, Champion Gold Belt!"
The golden belt shone brilliantly under the lights, with the words "P1 Champion" engraved in the center.
Then, the representative handed the Gold Belt to Roy.
"Congratulations, young man."
Roy took the Gold Belt and nodded.
"Thank you."
The host leaned in and asked, "Contestant Roy, how do you feel now that you've won the championship?"
Roy thought for a moment: "It's alright."
Host: "..."
Audience: "..."
What do you mean 'it's alright'?
You won the championship! Five hundred thousand in prize money! The Gold Belt!
And you just say 'it's alright'?
The host gave a dry laugh and quickly changed the subject.
"Hahaha, Contestant Roy is truly... modest. Now, please, Contestant Roy, take a lap around the ring to receive the congratulations from the audience!"
Roy gave the Gold Belt to Primeape and slowly walked around the ring.
Primeape followed beside him wearing the Gold Belt, chest out and head held high, with an air of "I am the Champion."
The cheers at the scene rose wave after wave.
"Roy! Roy! Roy!"
"Champion! Champion! Champion!"
After completing the lap, Roy stepped down from the ring.
Just as he reached the exit of the contestant tunnel, the three women were already waiting there.
But the first to rush up this time was still Aimi.
She didn't wait for Delia or Misty at all, but ran straight over.
"Roy!"
Aimi's voice carried a hint of a sob, but the smile on her face was brighter than anyone else's.
She ran to Roy and, without any hesitation, leaped off the ground and threw herself into his arms.
Roy reacted quickly, catching Aimi's bottom with one hand.
He caught her steadily.
His palm rested exactly on her rounded buttocks, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
Then, he subconsciously gave it a squeeze.
Hmm, it felt very good.
Full of elasticity.
Aimi's body trembled violently, and she let out a Sound that was both pleasurable and shy.
"Mmm~..."
The Sound was very small and soft, like a kitten's meow.
Her face instantly turned completely red, from her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.
But her arms still tightly hugged Roy's neck, with no intention of letting go.
She buried her face in the crook of Roy's neck, her heart beating so fast it felt like it would jump out.
So embarrassing.
But so happy.
Roy won the championship, and she was the Champion's woman.
This thought circled in her mind again and again, making her body go soft.
She just hung on Roy like that, her legs wrapping around his waist, her bottom supported by his large hand, shrinking into his embrace.
She didn't want to come down.
She didn't want to come down at all.
Delia stood behind them, watching this scene with a meaningful smile on her lips.
Misty stood beside Delia, completely petrified.
She maintained a walking posture, but her foot was frozen in mid-air, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes wide like bronze bells.
She looked at Roy's hand—that hand was firmly supporting Aimi's bottom.
And his fingers were even slightly sinking in.
It wasn't a polite support; he was actually... squeezing?
Then she looked at Aimi again.
Aimi was hanging on Roy, hugging his neck, her face buried in his shoulder, looking like she had no intention of coming down at all.
Misty's brain went "buzz."
What's the situation?
What on earth is this situation?
Did I really travel through time?
When did Aimi and Roy become so intimate?
Misty's mental circuits completely crashed.
And beside this "couple," another small interlude was playing out.
Pikachu and Eevee, the two little fellows, trotted over to Primeape's side.
"Pika Pika!"
Pikachu tilted its head up, its eyes sparkling as it looked at the Gold Belt on Primeape's waist.
It pointed with a small paw, the meaning obvious: Let me see!
Eevee also leaned in, nuzzling Primeape's leg with its head.
"Bui Bui~"
Primeape looked down at these two little ones and rarely showed a "proud" expression.
It reached out to unbuckle the Gold Belt and generously handed it to Pikachu.
Here, play with it.
Pikachu excitedly took it, and then was immediately pinned down by the Gold Belt.
Although the Gold Belt didn't look large, it was metal after all, with real weight.
Pikachu's small body couldn't support it at all.
Its four short legs kicked around on the ground, its bottom sticking high in the air, but it just couldn't crawl up.
"Pika! Pika Pika!"
Seeing this, Eevee quickly ran over to help.
It used its head to prop up one side of the Gold Belt, pushing up with all its might.
But Eevee wasn't much bigger than Pikachu; even with the two little ones together, they were still pinned down by the Gold Belt.
"Bui... Bui Bui..."
Eevee's little legs were shaking, but it still gritted its teeth and pushed hard.
Primeape stood by, watching this scene, and scratched its head.
Then it reached out and lifted the Gold Belt with just one hand.
Pikachu and Eevee both breathed a sigh of relief, the two little ones lying on the ground, panting heavily.
Then they looked at each other.
"Pika Pika!" (So heavy!)
"Bui Bui!" (Really heavy!)
Primeape held the Gold Belt up and looked at it against the light.
Hmm, it really was quite heavy.
Then it lowered the Gold Belt a bit so Pikachu and Eevee could touch it.
The two little ones learned their lesson this time; they didn't try to take it, but instead touched it gently with their small paws.
"Pika..." (So pretty...)
"Bui..." (Glittering gold...)
The scene was once very comical.
A Primeape stood there holding a Gold Belt, while two tiny creatures tilted their heads up and touched it here and there, as if visiting a museum exhibit.
But no one noticed this scene.
Because everyone's attention was on Roy and Aimi.
Misty finally recovered from her petrified state.
She took stiff steps, walking over one by one.
The expression on her face was exactly the same as Psyduck's.
It was that classic expression of a blank mind, dull eyes, and a slightly open mouth.
She walked up to Roy and Aimi, first glancing at Roy's hand—still on Aimi's bottom.
Misty's mouth twitched.
"This... what's the situation?"
She raised her hand and poked her temple with her finger.
Something's not right. I clearly remember getting drunk last night and sleeping it off. When I woke up this morning, everything was normal.
How did the world change by the afternoon?
How did Sister Aimi and Roy...
Misty's head was buzzing; no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't figure it out.
Just then, Aimi finally came down from Roy's arms.
When her feet touched the ground, her legs were still a bit weak, and she wobbled for a moment.
She reached out to tidy her hair and clothes, taking a deep breath.
Her face was still flushed, but the shyness in her eyes had been replaced by a kind of determination.
This was what she and Roy had agreed upon.
After the competition ended, they would come clean to Delia and Misty.
Now, it was time.
Aimi turned around to face Delia and Misty.
She first glanced at Delia.
Delia was looking at her with a smile, her eyes showing no surprise, only a sense of "I knew it all along."
Aimi's heart skipped a beat, and then she looked at Misty, who still had that Psyduck-like bewildered expression.
Aimi took a deep breath, then bent down and gave a deep bow.
"Delia, Misty, actually..."
Her voice trembled slightly, but she still said it.
"Actually... I am also Roy's woman now."
After saying this, the tips of Aimi's ears turned red.
But she didn't straighten up, remaining in her bowing posture.
"From now on, I ask for the guidance of you two sisters."
She used honorifics, her tone respectful and sincere.
The scene was quiet for two seconds.
Delia was the first to react; she stepped forward and reached out to help Aimi up.
"Don't talk about 'guidance' or not; we're all one family."
Delia's voice was gentle and warm, her eyes full of smiles.
"Just get along well in the future."
Aimi's eyes suddenly turned red, and her nose felt sour.
"Sister Delia..."
"Alright, alright, don't cry." Delia patted her shoulder: "Today is a happy day."
Misty stood to the side, her mouth opening and closing, closing and opening.
"Ah? Real... really?"
Her voice was full of surprise, but not the unwelcome kind; it was the kind of surprise that asked how her smart brain hadn't noticed.
"Sister Aimi, you... you really..."
Misty's eyes widened, her brain frantically tracing back previous scenes.
When eating breakfast this morning, Aimi's face was flushed, and her complexion was particularly good...
She said it was because she soaked in the hot spring...
And last night, both Aimi and Roy were gone...
Wait.
A thought suddenly flashed through Misty's mind.
"Sister Aimi, when did your feelings begin?"
Aimi wiped the corner of her eye and whispered: "My feelings... actually started a long time ago."
"But the actual..." Her voice grew even smaller, and her face redder: "The actual event was... last night..."
"Last night?"
Misty blinked, then suddenly laughed.
"Oh, Sister Aimi, why didn't you say so sooner! I thought it was something else!"
"Welcome to the sisterhood! From now on, we are a family!"
Misty's smile was as bright as the sun, her eyes curving into crescents.
Suddenly, something in Misty's brain "clicked" into place.
Last night?
"Last night? Roy, didn't I agree to help you adjust your condition last night?"
Roy couldn't help but laugh seeing her like this.
He asked back: "Yes, so, where did you go last night?"
Misty: "Ah?"
She froze on the spot, her mouth slightly open, her eyes blank.
Last night...
Last night I...
I seem to have...
Gotten drunk?
Right, I got drunk!
"Ahaha..."
She gave a silly laugh and reached out to rub the back of her head.
"Last night... I had a little drink, and then... then I fell asleep..."
Misty's face turned red, but she soon excitedly leaned toward Roy's other side.
"Hey, Roy, let me tell you, that wine was really good!"
"It's the fruit wine the hotel brews themselves. It's sweet and doesn't have much alcohol!"
"It tastes like a soft drink, not harsh on the throat at all!"
"At tonight's celebration banquet, we can have some together!"
Misty spoke with great animation, completely forgetting that she had just been annoyed about missing things because she was drunk.
At this moment, Delia walked over.
She wore that gentle smile, but her words carried a hint of hidden meaning.
"You can drink, but you can't drink too much~"
"That wine... its after-effects are quite strong."
Misty blinked, not quite understanding.
"After-effects? I didn't feel any after-effects..."
Delia smiled and didn't respond.
Blacking out after just two glasses—what after-effects could there be left to feel?
But she didn't say that aloud.
The four of them stood at the exit of the contestant tunnel, the atmosphere harmonious.
Aimi stood on Roy's left, Delia on his right, and Misty squeezed between Aimi and Delia, chirping about what to eat for the celebration banquet tonight.
"I think we can have hot pot! Celebrating a championship means having hot pot!"
"Or barbecue would be good too!"
"How about that hotel restaurant? Their fruit wine is really delicious!"
Delia smiled and shook her head: "How are you still thinking about that fruit wine?"
"Because it's really delicious!"
Just as the four of them were enjoying their harmonious and laughter-filled moment...
"Miss Aimi?"
"Is Miss Aimi here, please?"
A crisp female voice came from outside the crowd, her tone carrying a professional seriousness.
The four of them turned to look at the same time.
A policewoman wearing the standard Jenny uniform had arrived at the arena.
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