Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 140 Wusong is slacking off

After hanging up the phone, Fang Yan looked at Wu Song in front of her and suddenly felt a pang of inexplicable heartache for him.

Working overtime again.

Wusong was also looking at Fangyan.

Is he close to Cynthia?

The image of Cynthia's domineering face flashed through my mind, filling me with curiosity.

The young boy, who had brought Monini back to her room to rest, came over and placed a cup of freshly brewed tea on the table.

Fang Yan and Wu Song sat down, and Miss Officer Jenny went out of the breeding house to help.

The rest of the arrangements were left to Wusong and Fangyan.

"Manager Fangyan, what do you think we should do next?"

Wusong took a sip of tea. The tea was very fragrant and rich, with a delightful aroma. Wusong closed his eyes contentedly.

He enjoys reading in his spare time, and his favorite way to read is while drinking tea. Drinking tea and reading at the same time is what makes him most satisfied.

After receiving training in dialect, Gothic Boy's tea-making skills have become second nature.

Fang Yan took a sip of tea to moisten his dry lips, pondered for a moment, and then spoke his mind.

Wusong listened and nodded, while also offering his own opinions.

Finally, after discussion between the two, a rough plan was finalized.

After the discussion, Wusong downed the tea in his cup in one gulp, stood up, and said to Fang Yan:

"Then, I'll go arrange the rest of the things according to our plan."

Fang Yan nodded.

"Just call me Fangyan."

"Okay, Fangyan, you can also just call me Wusong. Fangyan, I won't disturb your rest any longer."

.

Wu Song smiled gently, and with a refined appearance, he bowed slightly.

"Here, on behalf of myself, I'd like to say thank you again."

After saying that, Wusong turned around and walked out of the breeding house, and began to make arrangements according to his and Fangyan's plan.

Watching Wusong's departing figure, Fang Yan yawned, told Shana in the backyard, and then went back upstairs to his room to sleep.

Holding Vulpix in her arms, with Minnie lying beside her, Miss Skirt and Gothic Boy were resting in the room, Gengar was still hiding in the ceiling, and Fang Yan fell asleep the moment he touched the pillow.

Outside the breeding house, Wusong gave instructions, and then the phone rang.

"Hey, Wusong. How's things going on your end? Do you need me to come over and help?"

A childish, over-the-top voice rang out.

Looking at the fiery red afro on the screen, Wusong shook his head.

"They couldn't have come earlier or later; there's only some finishing touches left. You can come over if you want."

Listening to Wusong's unhurried words, Daye shook his head.

"Never mind then, there's no point in me going over there since you've already resolved things on your end."

"But it's possible, Wusong, you can handle this all by yourself—"

Da Ye's chattering gave Wu Song a headache. He rubbed his eyes, which hadn't slept all night, and said:

"It was a powerful breeder who solved it; I'm just here to clean up."

"An excellent breeder? Who is it? Mikkelsen?"

Wusong shook his head. He talked about the breeding house and Fangyan, but he didn't mention Fangyan's relationship with Cynthia.

A moment later, Wusong hung up the phone.

I remembered my conversation with Fang Yan just now.

He smiled, impressed by the well-organized arrangements he made. He was indeed a breeder whom Cynthia knew.

For the next few days, Gosho stayed at the breeding house, handling these matters.

The plan he and Fang Yan came up with was for these people and Pokémon to stay and be observed for a few more days to see how things went. Meanwhile, the people of Twinleaf Town would stay at home and be quarantined. If any symptoms appeared, they would be treated immediately, and the cause of the illness would be investigated in depth.

Over the course of a few days, the people and Pokémon who stayed to observe gradually left, and Twinleaf Town also provided timely treatment to families who developed symptoms after being isolated.

Now, almost no new symptoms have appeared in Futaba Town, and the town is slowly recovering its vitality.

Wusong was sitting in the backyard of the breeding house, drinking tea brewed in a teapot brought over by the little boy Gothic.

He carefully examined the results that Fang Yan had just given him.

"So it was just a mosquito?"

Wusong suddenly realized.

Mosquitoes are indeed the culprit behind many diseases, but once the cause is known, the final cleanup becomes much simpler.

After giving instructions on his phone and putting away the report, Wu Song took out a book he always carried with him and began to read it slowly while sipping his tea.

This life—

Wusong let out a satisfied sigh.

Luckily, I came to work overtime this time, otherwise I wouldn't have such a good environment.

Since we're still busy with other things, let's postpone it for a few more days and relax a bit more.

Wusong took a sip of tea and looked up.

The Pokémon in the nursery were playing and frolicking in the backyard. For the past few days, a bold Pachirisu had been jumping onto my lap and quietly munching on berries.

Wusong wouldn't refuse this Pachirisu; he only learned in the last few days that the noise from Pokémon fighting wouldn't bother him.

In the distance, Fang Yan was leading Gengar and the others, busy working in the plantation.

Fangyan placed the selected seeds one by one into the holes dug by Gengar, and Miss Skirt, who followed behind, gently covered the holes with the seeds.

Led by Shana, several Aipom and Talonflame took turns watering each other with watering cans.

Led by Fang Yan, the group quickly planted all the Chinese herbal medicine seeds.

Looking at the bare herb garden, Fang Yan blinked.

I believe that the medicinal herbs in the plantation will soon regrow.

Miss Skirt opened her arms.

It gathers the energy of grass and shares it from itself to the plantation.

"Laji~"

Then Miss Skirt lowered her hands and hugged Fang Yan, looking somewhat tired.

Fang Yan smiled and patted its little head, praising it generously.

Miss Skirt squinted her eyes happily.

They were led towards the breeding house.

"Gengar can only eat snacks after washing its hands."

"Kou Jie—"

Marie, please help me.

"Lilu".

泚～

"口桀一_"

It's clean.

Then, holding some snacks, he floated around Fangyan while eating.

Upon arriving at the rest area, Fang Yan saw Wu Song leisurely drinking tea and reading a book.

What a carefree person.

After briefly asking Wusong what he wanted to eat, Fangyan went back to the kitchen to cook.

Wusong continued reading his book when Goethe Boy came over.

Monini followed behind.

"Gothic~"

Can we ask you for a favor?

Wusong looked up and smiled at them.

"certainly."

"Gothic~"

Can you teach us how to become stronger?

As Wusong pondered the meaning behind Gothic fairy tales, his eyes widened.

Would you like me to give you some pointers?

Looking at the Gothic child in front of him, Monini.

As the Elite Four member of the Psychic type, he is quite confident in his mastery of the Psychic type.

Thinking that he had been eating and staying here for free for several days, Wusong marked his book with a bookmark and then closed it.

"In that case, I'll give you some pointers!"

After saying that, Wusong put the book on the table and stood up.

Patchlitz, who was still in a daze on his lap, was flung away.

Pachlitz: ?!

Are you being polite?!

Wusong smiled apologetically, then led Gothic Boy and Monini toward an open space.

Gengar, munching on snacks, followed after them.

"Kou Jie Yi"

I'll go take a look too.

As if remembering something, Gengar stopped and looked at the Vulpix that was dozing off.

After thinking for a moment, he grabbed the Six-Tails and followed.

The training of Gosho, the strongest Elite Four member of the Sinnoh region and a Psychic-type Elite Four member, has officially begun.