I'm Never Playing with Abstract Things Again

The ancients said that big breasts mean no brains. Wei Xin didn't believe it at first, until he met Wanlong.

It's not that Wei Xin's House of Commons replaced the House of Lords, but rather that Wan Long's House of Lords seems to be attacking each other.

"Mr. Wei Xin, you can sign your name here." In the reception room of Shanghai Publishing House, Wan Long stood next to Wei Xin, her short purple hair hanging down from her ears, and pointed to the contract, saying the position of Party A.

"Are you sure?" Wei Xin asked. "If I sign here, Ms. Wanlong, you will have to provide an article of no less than 10,000 words to the Shanghai Publishing House every week, and it will be serialized in the best-selling magazine, Pokémon Jump."

Is that correct?

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Wanlong turned her head and glanced blankly at Wei Xin beside her. Under the realistic physics engine of Earth Online, Wei Xin's peripheral vision was hit by Wanlong's super shockwave.

The top button of the white shirt was buckling under the weight.

Facing the enormous object that was about to smash into her face, Ralts inexplicably felt a little unhappy. She raised her hand and slapped the pile of fat hard.

Unfortunately, it was useless against Wanlong's thick layer of fat.

But it freed the button from its unbearable burden.

Wanlong uses her skill, watch me!

"Ah!" Wanlong cried out in feigned shyness with her eyes closed.

Wow! Is this the perk editors give to new authors? I love it!

What are you watching!

Hearing the strange thought, Ralts turned around and used Help, covering Wei Xin's eyes with her small hands.

Your publishing house has done a lot of harm.

"Kuha!" Just a second before the trainer could use Look Me, a chubby little purple creature emerged from the shadow behind Wanlong.

He pried open his mouth, reached inside, rummaged around for a while, pulled out an oversized jacket, and forcefully threw it at the trainer's face.

After the trainer finished dressing, he turned around, smiled slightly at Ralts, gave a thumbs up, put his hands together, and leaped into Wanlong's shadow.

"Was there a Gengar in the room just now?" After confirming that the environment was safe, Ralts lowered its hand, and Wei Xin opened his eyes and asked curiously.

"He's my partner, but this kid is a bit shy."

"Where should I sign?" Wanlong asked blankly, putting on her coat and ignoring the previous little incident, her eyes clear but devoid of any wisdom.

You're the editor, and you're asking me this?

"Fine, I'll teach you then." Wei Xin sighed, lamenting that the world was just a giant makeshift operation. He could finally understand why the professor would scratch his head in anguish whenever he thought about his students.

Is it really appropriate for a powerful figure like you, the Ghost King of Unova, to harass a publishing house and ruin the careers of new authors?

"Yay, finally all signed." Like a struggling author receiving news of a contract for the first time, Wanlong plopped down on the sofa in the reception room.

Sinnoh Champion, Lady Cynthia, my mission is complete!

"Ah." Wei Xin lay on the sofa, letting out a tired sound that he hadn't heard in a long time.

As expected of the Ghost King of Unova, just spending time with him is a huge test for both mind and body.

"Thank you for your hard work," Wanlong said. "Would you like some snacks?"

"Gengar!" Upon hearing this, the shadow beneath Wanlong's feet began to sway, and Gengar emerged again, taking out a box of cookies from its mouth, opening it, and placing it on the table. Looking at Wei Xin, its scarlet eyes held a hint of expectation.

Wow, export food.

Many Ghost-type Pokémon lack a physical form and possess the ability to connect to other dimensions. However, due to their physical nature and the fact that Ghost-type Pokémon are often associated with eerie legends, most trainers in reality do not like Ghost-type Pokémon.

However, Wei Xin does not belong to this majority.

Human fear stems from ignorance and the unknown.

As for Gengar, a popular Pokémon from another world, Wei Xin knows its personality very well.

So Wei Xin extended his hand and said with a smile, "Miss Wanlong and Gengar, please eat first."

Ghost and Dark-type Pokémon are often known for their wicked nature in the Pokédex. Birds of a feather flock together, and their trainers are usually vicious, socially awkward, or fun-loving individuals.

Therefore, you must be extremely vigilant when dealing with them.

Seeing Wei Xin's wariness of him, Geng Gui's expectation crumbled, tears welled up in his eyes, and he looked aggrieved, as if he was about to burst into tears at any moment.

He's so pitiful.

Seeing a chubby little boy weighing 40.5 kilograms who looked harmless about to cry, Ralts felt a little sorry for him, but still cautiously closed her eyes and used the antennae on her head to capture their emotions.

"Hey, does your Ralts have the telepathic ability?" Wanlong asked curiously.

Ralts sensed nothing from the big woman, but from Gengar, it did sense an emotion called sadness.

So he turned his head and glanced at his trainer.

The little guy was still naive and inexperienced. As Ralts stared at him, Wei Xin smiled, raised his hand, and pinched Ralts' cheek.

As long as the human brain is thinking, psychological activities will occur.

Unless they're a fool who acts and speaks without thinking.

From the moment Wei Xin met Wanlong to the moment he stepped into the reception room and signed the contract, he heard no words of her inner thoughts.

Since the receptionist referred to Wanlong as a "big-breasted, lewd, and entertaining person" instead of a "fool," there's only one possibility.

This woman is able to hide her true feelings.

Seeing that Wei Xin had not moved, Wanlong sighed: "As expected, prejudice in people's hearts is a Regigigas. Since Your Majesty does not believe me, I can only prove my loyalty with my death."

Wanlong and Gengar picked up the sandwich cookies, opened their mouths, and took a bite in front of Weixin and Ralts.

He cupped his face in his hands, a satisfied expression on his face.

Mmm, delicious!

Could it be that I'm judging a gentleman by my own petty standards?

That's true, after all, she's a woman with a broad mind.

They have a very good conscience.

"It's my fault." Wei Xin smiled, and under the expectant gazes of Wanlong and Gengar, picked up a cookie and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then his eyes widened suddenly, he made a strange sound, covered his mouth, and leaned forward slightly.

[Finally, I fell for it.]

Seeing Wei Xin stuff the cookie into his mouth, Wanlong and Gengar's faces instantly turned ashen, and they simultaneously picked up the nearby trash can.

"Ugh~"

Then he raised his head and looked at Wei Xin.

I pretended to be stupid and used my beauty, all for the moment you lowered your guard.

I just wanted to see that expression on your face.

"You've been tricked, haven't you? How does it taste like concentrated bitter melon sandwich cookies?" Gengar and Wanlong had pleased expressions on their faces.

"I've been infected, I've been infected."

As if coaxing a child, Wei Xin raised his hands high and, with extremely exaggerated acting skills, announced his defeat. Only the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, like a Squirtle that had run away from home.

Wanlong and Gengar froze.

Is this correct?

Your reaction is wrong.

You should look like you've been tricked, feeling wronged, angry, and resentful, then stand on the coffee table, grab my collar, and demand, "Your mother, why?!"

[What kind of reaction is that, like teasing the neighbor's kid?]

Surprised, Gengar's gaze fell on Wei Xin's tightly clenched right hand. It activated its psychic powers, pried open Wei Xin's fingers, and a cookie fell intact to the ground.

"Oops, we've been exposed." Wei Xin chuckled sheepishly.

A perfect red nose appeared on Wanlong's nose.

I guess I'm just a clown.