Digimon: I really didn't want to be the Digimon Emperor!

It's only the beginning of the second semester, how could he not be popular? He's not one of those rich kids or people with connections who signed contracts and trained Digimon in advance through family relationships.

The speed of progress can be described as rocket-like.

The first one I originally thought would be either the high-achieving Zhao Lu or Xue Qian.

"This doesn't make sense..." Xue Qian frantically rubbed his curly hair. "With his qualifications, how did he end up ahead of me in the rankings?"

Xue Qian's Upa Beast has just evolved to the second stage of juvenile stage. It is estimated that it will take another two weeks to evolve into the adult stage.

Even Digimon need to be based on science!

Even if it's just spending money, there still needs to be a process of digestion, right?

But this little dog beast is really unscientific. It's only been a little over a week since I heard that Cheng Yuan signed a contract with Digimon.

This little dog beast should have no problem taking down ten Upa beasts!

"I heard it's only been a week since the Digimon agreement was signed?"

"It took my brother six months to reach puberty..."

The students, who had been whispering among themselves, decided to regulate Digimon's diet from now on. They would attend classes and Digimon early education classes at the same time, and they would also have to train Digimon every day. They had to train Digimon properly.

"That small frame, is it all looks and no substance?"

Lin Meng was a little unsettled, gritting his teeth as he said in a private chat in the group: "Isn't this kid growing up really fast? His Digimon is already in its growth stage, well, there's nothing we can do about it. But this little dogmon of his looks like a companion electronic pet, how much combat power can it possibly have?"

A short boy next to him was typing away: "How about we invite him to the training ground tonight? We can have the animal trainer from the next class spar with him and teach him a lesson."

The tall boy frowned and typed: "Isn't that unnecessary? We're all classmates, we'll see each other all the time."

Lin Mengdao: No, it's uncomfortable to have my breath stuck in my throat.

Tall guy: But Kang Zhaodi from the next class doesn't listen to us either.

Little guy: We'll create an opportunity for them to meet. Young people, Digimon are all in their growth phase, they're all proud and arrogant, and none of them will submit to anyone else.

Just then, the homeroom teacher announced some big news: Cheng Yuan was not originally part of the trainee animal trainee team organized by the school, but now... due to special circumstances, Cheng Yuan has been added as well.

The classroom erupted in uproar. What was even more shocking was that the teacher who came to greet the school was a professional animal trainer, and also the teacher in charge of the assessment and training for the advanced class's combat subject.

If you get to know this teacher beforehand, they can give you some extra help during the exam, which will be more beneficial for improving your score in the combat subject.

Cheng Yuan felt the scorching gazes coming from all directions and gently stroked the little dog's head.

He recalled the image of wearing a red scarf as a child to welcome leaders who came to give guidance.

The question is—I'm picking up my professional animal trainer teacher tomorrow morning… will breakfast be provided?

The dog-shaped Beast God Ring was slightly warm on his fingertips, as if it shared the same anticipation as him.

Chapter 8 Basic Qualities

"Cheng Yuan! Teach us how to train Digimon!" As soon as the school bell rang, Lin Meng and several classmates surrounded him, their faces beaming with eager smiles. The Digimon on his shoulder was energetically performing a spinning act in the air.

Cheng Yuan stuffed the last book, "Digital Beast Nutrition," into his backpack, raising an eyebrow: "Didn't you guys say this morning that my little dog beast was a 'quick-made, counterfeit'?"

"That's a misunderstanding!" Lin Meng's forehead was beaded with sweat. "We specifically booked the training ground and even prepared data cubes, which were chicken leg flavored..."

The little dog in the backpack suddenly poked its head out and sniffed hard with its wet nose.

Today, with the help of programmers, these data blocks can be processed into various shapes and flavors of tangible food.

At the entrance to the training ground, Cheng Yuan suddenly stopped. Through the glass door, he could see that the air inside was filled with sand and dust, and he could vaguely make out a burly figure doing weight training with Pangolin. With each step he took, the ground trembled slightly.

"I suddenly remembered that Teacher Liu was looking for me..." Cheng Yuan turned around and was about to slip away.

"Since we're already here~" Lin Meng smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken, and he and his companions dragged Cheng Yuan into the training field.

When the door lock clicked shut, Cheng Yuan noticed the smug grins on their faces.

The dust in the arena suddenly dissipated. A muscular young man in a black vest turned around, his arm muscles bulging as he wiped away sweat.

The pangolin beside him was almost half a person tall, its scales still covered in training pellets.

Just as Cheng Yuan was about to slip away, a loud voice rang out.

"Cheng Yuan, stop right there!"

"I???"

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Kang Zhaodi." The boy stood with his arms crossed, his voice like a rumbling thunder. "The only trainer of a growing Digimon in Class 2."

Cheng Yuan swallowed hard, staring at his swollen arms. The sheer pressure emanating from him was enough to make anyone believe he was a professional wrestler!

Is this school bullying from the class next door?

He stealthily reached for the little dog in his backpack, pondering whether he should take off running or shout loudly before running away.

“Since these are some of the few growth periods in our grade,” Kang Zhao suddenly approached, his shadow completely enveloping us.

"what?"

"Don't bully your classmates just because your Digimon is strong." Kang Zhao frowned, his thick fingers almost poking Cheng Yuan's nose. "Help the students who are lagging behind, and don't bully other students, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"What? Bullying other students?"

Cheng Yuan was stunned for a moment.

A huge "confused" was etched into my mind.

Why is the plot going in a way that's different from what I expected? What happened to the school bullying? How did it turn into the neighbor's academic genius showing affection?

It was actually a warning to him not to bully other classmates?

Are all the top students in school so enlightened? So perfectly right in their thinking?

"Did you understand?" Kang Zhao frowned and asked again.

"I understand! I understand perfectly!" Cheng Yuan nodded vigorously, and the little dog in his backpack barked as it was shaken.

"That's good. I'm the class monitor of Class 2, Grade 12. We might end up in the same honors class in the future. If you find out anyone is using Digimon to do bad things, tell me and I'll kill him."

Kang Zhao nodded and switched to Justice Mode.

What was initially thought to be a violent fight between high-achieving students turned out to be care and encouragement from the top student in the next class.

At this moment, Cheng Yuan thought of Lin Meng and the others. He looked towards the crowd and exclaimed, "..."

"Come here."

The group of people who were about to slip away, who were watching the play in a way that didn't follow the script, froze on the spot upon hearing this, as if a pause button had been pressed.

“Didn’t you invite me to teach you how to train? Come on, whether in the wild or in arena battles, Digimon don’t fight alone, so we trainers also need to have strong physiques.” Cheng Yuan pointed to the kilometer-long track in the training ground: “This arena track is 1 kilometer long! Today, I’m fortunate to meet Brother Kang, so I’ve invited Brother Kang to come and provide guidance and supervision. Brother Kang, do you think what I’m saying makes sense?”

Kang Zhao nodded, unable to agree more.

“Alright, today’s task is for you and your Digimon to run ten laps around this track! My Puppymon will be following behind you. If anyone slacks off or runs too slowly,” Cheng Yuan deliberately dragged out his words, “they’ll receive a Holy Light Bullet as a gift from Puppymon.”

"Woof! This is fun!" The little dog wagged its tail happily as the Sacred Ring began to charge.

Kang Zhao nodded approvingly: "Yes, very good. Indeed, having ambition alone is not enough; one also needs perseverance and discipline. My pangolin will also keep an eye on things."

The pangolin dutifully scratched its claws, the metallic scales scraping together with a grating sound. If it followed up with another swipe of its claw, its rear end would probably be ripped open.

A strange sight appeared on the training field: three students ran frantically, crying and screaming, followed by a snow-white little beast that would occasionally shoot mini light bullets at their heels. The pangolin, like a foreman, brought up the rear.

While the three of them were "enjoying" their special training, Kang Zhao crossed his arms, revealing the visible veins in the muscles on his arms. He said to Cheng Yuan in a gruff voice, "Cheng Yuan, your little beast is growing a bit too fast."

He pulled a small notebook from his backpack, filled with densely packed training plans, resembling a martial arts manual: "Look, my pangolin took three months to evolve, getting up at six every morning for weight training..."

When Kang Zhaodi said this, his eyes were frighteningly bright. "And you, this little dog beast, have only been born for a short time. You have evolved in a short period of time, and your basic qualities are actually substandard."

Cheng Yuan looked at the little beast on the track.

Although the little guy is full of energy, his steps are obviously not steady when he charges, and the energy of the sacred ring is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, just like a light bulb with poor contact.

“I understand.” Cheng Yuan nodded seriously. “Starting tomorrow, we will revise the training plan.”

On the track, Lin Meng was startled by a beam of holy light and jumped up: "Cheng Yuan, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

The little dog tilted its head and thought for a moment, then "snap" rewarded him with another one—this time it precisely burned a clump of his hair, and the air was immediately filled with the unique smell of burning protein.

"Well done!" Kang Zhaodi suddenly clapped his hands, then turned to the next page of his notebook. "However, your accuracy still needs practice. I suggest you start with..."

As the sun set, Cheng Yuan carried the exhausted little dog out of the training ground. The little guy was covered in dirt, but his sacred ring was much brighter than when he arrived, like a fully charged light bulb.

"Tomorrow at six o'clock, weighted run." Cheng Yuan poked its wet nose. "Then there's dodging training, skill control..."

The little dog let out a "woof" and buried its head in his arm, pretending to be dead, just like a slacker who had heard "I have an exam tomorrow".

Special training begins in Chapter 9.

It happened to be the weekend, and Cheng Yuan led his dog, Shou, into an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. The rusty iron gate creaked shut behind them, and their feet crunched through years of dust and broken glass.

This factory used to be an electronic component processing plant, but now the production lines inside have long since ceased operation. The gnarled metal frames and hanging cables crisscross in the dimly lit space. Sunlight filters through the broken skylight, cutting spiderweb-like shadows across the ground, and the air is filled with the acrid smell of rust and burnt engine oil.

"Waaah..." The little dog clung tightly to Cheng Yuan's collar, its ears twitching nervously.

“You’re a growth-stage Digimon now,” Cheng Yuan ruffled the little guy’s fluffy head. “Your combat strength is even stronger than that of an average adult, so what are you afraid of?”

Cheng Yuan thought to himself, "As expected, the big guy was right. The little beast is growing too fast, it's a bit like forcing growth. Its basic qualities definitely need to be improved. Not only its physical abilities, but also its mental qualities need systematic training."

After surveying the terrain, Cheng Yuan discovered that the metal barrels left in the factory were ideal training targets.

There are also remaining concrete pillars and metal frames, which are perfect for training the dog's maneuvering skills.

"Woof?" The little dog tilted its head.

Cheng Yuan pointed to the oil drums filled with water and said, "Use your extreme speed ramming skill to smash these oil drums with all your might."

The little dog stared wide-eyed at the rusty metal oil drum, as if to say, "Trainer, have some decency! This is iron!"

Seeing the little guy's hesitant look, Cheng Yuan took a deep breath and suddenly strode towards the nearest oil drum.

He clenched his fist, aiming it at the surface of the metal barrel covered in green rust—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull thud startled the pigeons on the beam, and rust fell like dust. Cheng Yuan's knuckles quickly turned bloody, but he deliberately spoke in a relaxed tone, "See? Humans can shake steel with their bare hands, but you're a Digimon with divine power!"

The little beast's tail suddenly straightened. It looked down at the golden rings flowing across its chest, then looked up at Cheng Yuan's bleeding knuckles, letting out a low "woof" sound.

"Wang!"

Yeah, if you're even less durable than a weak beast tamer, that would be too unlucky.

The oil drum groaned under the strain, its surface dented, and rust crumbled away like rain. The little dog's forehead slammed into the oil drum, but it was thrown back half a step upon contact, stumbling and falling into Cheng Yuan's arms.

"Does it hurt?" Cheng Yuan touched its trembling ears.

"Woof!" The little dog stubbornly shook its head and got into a charging stance again.

"Boom!"

During the subsequent training, the factory floor echoed with the booming sound of metal colliding. Each charge by the little beast deformed the metal barrels, some even breaking open and spilling years of accumulated water.

“Wait,” Cheng Yuan called out, stopping the training. “We’re about to get to the difficult part. Try to draw power from the Sacred Ring and focus it on your forehead.”

Seeing the little dog's confusion, Cheng Yuan explained, "Imagine that big guy's pangolin from yesterday is in front of you. Your high-speed collision should be imbued with divine power. Don't rely on instinct; you need to guide that divine power and let it converge in front of your forehead."

After several attempts, a thin golden barrier finally appeared in front of the puppy's head.

"Now! Charge!"

With a powerful push of its hind legs, the puppy-like beast's snow-white form transformed into a streak of light. The pale golden energy gradually thickened during the sprint, eventually forming a small shield of light in front of its forehead.

"Boom!"

With a dull thud, an oil drum exploded, spraying water with a slightly rotten smell like rain. Cheng Yuan couldn't help but cover his nose.

"That's fantastic!" Cheng Yuan exclaimed excitedly. "That's it! Let's do it again!"

Although the puppy was already panting, it worked even harder after being encouraged.

At noon, the man and the beast lay exhausted on the iron barrel. A large area around them was overturned and lying haphazardly, as if they had just survived a small storm.

"Our training this afternoon is Holy Light Bullet!" Cheng Yuan turned his head to look at the little dog beast.

"Woof..." The little dog barked weakly, its tail drooping, completely lacking its usual energy.

"Hang in there, partner." Cheng Yuan rubbed its little head. "After training, I'll buy you the latest chicken-flavored data cube."

"Do you remember the light bullet you spat out, imbued with divine power, when I enhanced your light attribute?"