Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 143 This punch will shatter the breeding house's finances!

Fang Yan watched the video call from Cynthia. After answering, Cynthia's beautiful face appeared on the screen.

On the screen, Cynthia is sitting in a chair with a bookshelf full of various books behind her.

Cynthia leaned back in her chair, watching the dialect on the screen.

She gave a faint smile.

"What's wrong?"

Fang Yan was stunned for a moment when he first saw Cynthia in her office.

It wasn't until Cynthia asked again that he came to his senses.

"I'll show you something."

Cynthia on the other side of the screen had an expectant look on her face.

The camera then shifts to the dialect.

Cynthia saw the lively festival, with people and Pokémon everywhere.

But what attracted her attention even more were the trees covered in pink flowers.

That's a cherry blossom?

How can there be cherry blossoms this season?

"Are the cherry blossoms blooming?"

She spoke up and voiced the question that had been bothering her.

Why are there cherry blossoms this season?

"How is it? Pretty good, right? Thanks to the shrine brigade."

"A shrine?"

Hirona recalled the first time Fang Yan had told her about the ghati.

It seems the shrine basil really likes him.

Cynthia thought to herself.

"I'm giving you a cherry blossom that blooms in autumn."

A gentle voice in a local dialect came through the phone. She looked at the screen and saw many people chatting and eating with Pokémon under a blooming cherry blossom tree.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the cherry blossoms on the tree were blown off and flew towards Fang Yan.

The cherry blossoms passed through the dialect and Gengar, heading towards the distance.

Hearing the sound of petals tapping on her phone, Cynthia suddenly smelled the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Cherry blossoms—

I really hope—

"I really wish you could be there, so we could see the cherry blossoms together."

The voice in dialect came again, and Cynthia paused for a moment before her eyes softened.

"I'll definitely do it next time."

"I'll definitely do it next time!"

He spoke with absolute certainty in his dialect.

After spending some time admiring the cherry blossoms with Cynthia Cyber, Fang Yan was just about to hang up the phone when he heard Cynthia say on the other end, "If Wusong is here too, tell him to come back as soon as possible. There's a lot of League business that needs his attention."

Looking ahead, holding snacks, he happily handed over a Wusong snack to Fang Yan.

Wu Song:——

Just as Wusong was about to pull his hand back, Fangyan quickly took the snacks.

took a bite.

"Okay, he's right here with me now, and he heard what you said."

Wu Song:——

The thought of going back to work made Wusong turn ashen.

"Um."

Cynthia hummed in agreement and hung up the phone.

Fang Yan looked at the colorless Wusong in front of him and shrugged.

What a pity, your fun-filled vacation has come to an end.

As Wusong's color slowly returned, he shook his head in pain. He had been out for so long, and he really should go back to work.

Why are there so many alliance-related matters piling up and waiting for me to get back and deal with them?!

Where's Daiyo?! Where's Ayane?! Where's Granny Kikuno?!

After grumbling to himself for a while, Wusong sighed painfully, put the matter out of his mind, and focused on enjoying his last leisurely vacation.

Watching Wusong turn and leave without a trace of regret, Fangyan and Gengar exchanged a smile, then secretly chuckled.

Being one of the Four Elite Four in the Sinnoh region is just that busy.

Fang Yan put his phone back in his pocket, stretched, and looked at the bustling, lively breeding route with people coming and going.

"Let's go, everyone, let's go for a stroll and have some fun."

"Kou Jie"

"Laji~"

Arriving at a machine that tests punching power, Fang Yan threw the first punch.

The data is fairly standard.

Next up is Gengar, who imitates what it sees on TV.

He swayed his feet left and right and back and forth in the air, then threw a powerful punch.

It's even weaker than a dialect.

Fang Yan pointed at Gengar's nose and burst into laughter.

Unconvinced, Gengar tried again, and the score was even lower than the first time.

「口桀——口ノ」

With its head down, Gengar silently walked to the side and began to process its grief alone.

The next few skirts all took turns trying it out.

Finally, Fang Yan was holding his prize and preparing to pay and leave when Dali walked over, and their four fists collided.

The gust of air it created even blew up Fang Yan's hair.

"Store manager, is it... is it going to try it too?!"

The boss swallowed hard as he watched Dali prepare for his move.

He asked the question in a halting, dialectal voice.

Upon seeing this, Fang Yan quickly pulled Dali back.

"You don't need to play, Dali."

"Cough!"

I want to test how strong my fist is too.

Fang Yan tried desperately to pull Dali, but Dali still dragged her forward.

No, Dali! If you punch us, the nursery will go bankrupt!

Gengar also ran over, grabbed Dali's arm, and braked suddenly in mid-air.

The two little chicks were dragged forward effortlessly by Dali.

Dali was very interested in the machine that could test fist strength. Even though Fangyan and Gengar tried to stop him, he still lowered his waist, took a deep breath, and then threw a punch.

"Cough!!!"

boom!

Fang Yan closed his eyes.

The powerful airflow and sound waves once again whipped the dialect's hair into a frenzy.

Even without opening his eyes, Fang Yan knew just how powerful Dali's blow that shattered the breeding house's finances was.

The shop owner gently moved his head away from the forcefully outstretched fist, then swallowed hard.

He glanced at the machine.

At this point, only half of the body remained; the other half flew away without a trace, following the tent behind it.

Should I—should I just return the money to them?

The boss swallowed again.

Gengar quickly pulled Dali away, then painfully took out his wallet to compensate the shop owner.

While paying, Fang Yan silently shed tears and took all the prizes with her.

The shop owner, who was left standing there happily counting his money, didn't forget to thank Fang Yan after he finished counting.

Great, I've earned enough for the whole day in just one morning. What should I do next?

The boss glanced around.

Let's go drinking!

Meanwhile, Dali was complaining about the machine to Miss Skirt beside him.

It's not practical at all.

Miss Skirt looked at Fang Yan and Gengar, who were both amused and exasperated, and Dali, who looked like he hadn't even used his full strength, and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

After walking around with them for a while, Fang Yan suddenly noticed a large antenna in front of him.

What's that? Teletubbies?!

Fang Yan looked at the antenna with curiosity as it drew closer.

Until the antenna was completely in front of him.

Looking at Shana, who was covered in snacks and toys from head to toe.

It's you, Teletubbies Shana!

Needless to say, just by looking at the dialect, you can tell whose handiwork this outfit and backpack made of snacks and toys was.

The Dialect Support Group: A Masterpiece by the Older Generation.

"Uncle, look, aren't these things Grandpa and the others made for me pretty?"

Shana, with a snack resembling a wooden stick in her mouth, saw Fang Yan appear in front of her and happily spun around, showing Fang Yan the backpack and clothes made up of her snacks and toys.

A happy question was asked.

Shana took off the backpack made of lollipops and other things and handed it to Gengar.

Gengar struggled to carry it on its back and turned to look at it.

Oh, I can't turn around.

I asked Shana to take a look.

"nice!"

Shana said crisply.

Gengar nodded in satisfaction, then pulled Shana along and went to ask the grandparents for more snacks.

It also wants a backpack like that.

A backpack full of snacks—carry it and you can eat snacks whenever you want.

Thinking of this, Gengar drooled.

Then, skipping and hopping, he grabbed Shana's hand and plunged into the crowd.

Watching Gengar and Shana leave hand in hand, Fang Yan looked down at Miss Skirt.

Miss Skirt looked up at it, then turned her head away.

The dialect was heartbroken.

Then a huge hand appeared in front of him.

Looking up, I saw the dialect and exclaimed, "Dali!"

Fang Yan shook his head, and Dali wasn't angry.

I did this because I was in a bad mood from listening to dialects.

It shrugged and continued munching on the steamed bun that Shana had given it earlier.

"Laji~"

Fang Yan lowered his head as his palm was gently touched.

He noticed that Miss Skirt was covering her mouth and reaching out a hand towards him.

Seeing this, Fang Yan placed his right hand on his left chest, bent down and took Miss Skirt's hand. Then, with Miss Skirt smiling, he led her hand and continued walking forward.