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Lovy couldn't help but mutter to himself,"What is this guy trying to do? Everyone else goes online to have fun—he logs in just to get roasted?"
Just then, a comment on the livestream caught Lovy's attention—
[Hey streamer, can you ask the lady to order takeout right now? If the delivery guy says it doesn't stink, then it really doesn't stink!]
Lovy nodded as he read the comment aloud and immediately followed up:
"Friends of the stream, here at Snorlax Appraisal Live, we keep it 100% real. I solemnly swear—no BS, no script! So right now, we'll do exactly what this viewer suggested. Miss Carrot, go ahead and order anything you want—it's on me!"
Even though Lovy shouted that with gusto, inside, he was secretly begging:
"Please don't order anything expensive… I only have thirty bucks left…"
Before long, Miss Carrot ordered a milk tea that cost him 20 RMB. Off-camera, Lovy winced hard and pinched his thigh in agony.
This is a big investment—I better see some serious results from this stream!
To ensure the test was legit, Miss Carrot washed her Gloom, aired out the room, and reminded it to stay calm and not release any odor.
Everything was set—just waiting on the delivery guy now.
Meanwhile, ArgumentIsAlwaysRight, the troll from earlier, was still out here arguing like it was a debate championship, going toe-to-toe with the entire chat.
He was basically getting flamed into a honeycomb, but still stubbornly insisted that Miss Carrot had just gotten used to the stench—or worse, that it was all scripted!
But Miss Carrot had mentally moved on from the drama. Now she had just one goal:
Prove Lovy was telling the truth.
She knew best—there was no script. Zero chance.
Used to the smell? Yeah right. She'd lived with that stink for weeks and never got used to it. And now suddenly, the moment her Gloom evolved, her nose just stopped working?
Right now, Miss Carrot was Lovy's first diehard female fan—devoted and all in.
If she ever got the chance, she'd definitely drop to one knee and shout:
"Streamer! You are my god!"
Just then, the phone rang—the delivery had arrived.
"Gloom, come with me. Let's go pick up the takeout."
Miss Carrot had changed into a fresh new outfit she hadn't worn before, double-checked to make sure there were no interfering smells on her, grabbed her phone, kept the stream running, and headed out with Gloom.
Down the elevator, across the lobby, picked up the delivery—smooth as butter.
Along the way, everyone who saw Gloom—including the delivery guy and even nearby Pokémon—were visibly startled. To them, a Gloom basically meant instant nasal assault.
Some places even had policies banning Glooms from entering. Online, people had joked that Glooms were basically biochemical weapons. That should give you an idea of how nasty that smell was.
Rumor had it that a Gloom in heat, worked up and emotional, could stink-bomb people two kilometers away.
So naturally, everyone's first reaction upon seeing a Gloom was to cover their noses and flee.
But today? No stink. Not even a whiff. In fact… was that a hint of fragrance?
Unbelievable. People couldn't wrap their heads around it. Some even leaned in closer just to make sure—and viewers in the livestream were watching this all unfold live.
For extra effect, Miss Carrot even had the delivery guy give it a sniff. Then, she handed him the milk tea and asked him to drink a sip on camera.
To this, Lovy had only one thought:
"Miss Carrot's got the streaming instincts! She knows how to deliver content!"
Because if Gloom really did stink, no way someone could eat or drink in that kind of environment without gagging. If the delivery guy had no reaction—well, that proved a lot.
"So? ArgumentIsAlwaysRight, still got something to say?"Miss Carrot proudly faced the camera."My Gloom doesn't stink anymore! And it never will! It's the best Pokémon ever in my heart! You better apologize now, or the chat's going to drown you in spit. They've got sharp eyes, you know!"
She then glanced at Lovy, as if asking, Did I do okay, streamer?
Lovy gave a small nod in approval.
The livestream chat went wild:
[LOL! That was savage! Face—meet palm!][Streamer's got skills! New viewers, don't forget to follow!][Hey Argument Guy—just admit you're a clown already!]
At this point, it was basically a done deal.
But some people's egos are just indestructible. Stubborn to the bitter end.
ArgumentIsAlwaysRight:
[It's all fake! All scripted! She's just a good actor, that's all!]
Lovy didn't even flinch. He was actually kinda amused.
"Bro… you can lie to me, but don't lie to yourself. Is admitting the truth really that hard? You clearly aren't convinced. Fine. Let's do a live duel. Bring your Pokémon—let's go one-on-one on stream!"
Miss Carrot, sensing the cue, disconnected and sent a chat message:
[Streamer, thank you so much for today! I'll keep watching and supporting you!]
She even sent a Poké Ball gift—worth about 50 RMB. Not a huge amount, but a sincere gesture. For an unemployed student, that was as genuine as it got.
Lovy had earned himself one loyal fangirl.
"Big thanks to Miss Carrot for the gift! And to all the new viewers—don't forget to follow! First-time stream, free appraisals—of your Pokémon treasures!"
Now the chat was ganging up on ArgumentIsAlwaysRight, demanding to know why he wouldn't accept the live duel.
Even others started asking for a chance to connect live—saying if he didn't have the guts, he should just leave.
Without realizing it, Lovy had gone from begging people to go live for appraisals… to people fighting for the chance to connect.
The tables had turned.
Eventually, ArgumentIsAlwaysRight caved and accepted the live duel.
And when the stream showed his face—well, sort of—he was wearing a big ol' Pikachu mask.
Lovy couldn't help but laugh:
"Bro, that mask is wild. You could rob a bank with that thing and nobody would recognize you."
ArgumentIsAlwaysRight sneered:
"Cut the crap! I'm here to see what kind of streamer you really are!"
The chat lit up:
[Why is there a creepy Pikachu arguing with the streamer? What did I miss?][Teacher just checked our phones during study hall—I missed everything! Someone fill me in, please!][Heehee (∩_∩) The streamer just appraised my Pokémon—it evolved and doesn't stink at all! This Argument guy is toast!][That guy knew he'd embarrass himself, so he put on a Pikachu mask—don't drag Pikachu into this mess!][Streamer, teach this guy a lesson. Young people need to learn to be humble!]
Seeing the chat going wild, Lovy smiled.
The more stubborn ArgumentIsAlwaysRight was, the more satisfying it'd be to prove him wrong.
Time to lean in:
"Alright! Anyone else still doubting me? Bring it on—I'm not afraid of anyone! You better prep your Master Ball money! Let's see your Pokémon!"
ArgumentIsAlwaysRight, already fired up, revealed his Pokémon—
A Squirtle.
"Streamer, like Miss Carrot, I've got a problem for you to appraise. I'm not gonna say anything—just look at this Squirtle and tell me what's wrong."
Lovy raised an eyebrow.Oh? This guy's not playing around.
"Alright, point the camera properly. Let me get a good look."
He examined the Squirtle closely.
Round head, stubby limbs with three toes each, a brown shell on its back, pale yellow belly armor, and a white frilly seam connecting the two. Its tail curled up like a little wave. Its skin was a soft blue, giving off that signature Water-type vibe. Big reddish-purple eyes stared nervously at the camera, and its wide mouth gave off a dopey but cute expression.
Squirtles tend to look pretty similar, so it was naturally harder to spot issues just from appearance. Maybe this guy had chosen Squirtle on purpose to make it tougher?
Either way, Lovy wasn't worried.
He narrowed his eyes, activating his appraisal ability. The Squirtle's status panel appeared before him.
As he scanned the stats, Lovy's brow furrowed. He muttered:
"What…? That's not right…"
[Tiny Turtle Pokémon: Squirtle]Level: 7Type: WaterGender: FemaleBase Stats: C Rank (314)IVs: B Rank (75)Ability: Rain DishNature: TimidMoves: Tackle, Tail Whip, WithdrawStatus: Hypoxia, Depression, FearfulEvolution Line: Wartortle → BlastoiseSpecial: Hydrophobia
Lovy stared at the screen in silence.
A Squirtle… with hydrophobia?Dude. It's a WATER-TYPE Pokémon! What the hell?!
The fear part made sense—it had a timid nature and was facing a live audience. That was normal.
But hydrophobia?
Now that was insane.