Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 386 Dialect Returning to Work at the Breeding House

It was already past midnight when they got back to the breeding house. Fang Yan had just gotten off Latias's back when a yellow figure flew over.

"Queen Bee? Aren't you asleep yet?"

Fang Yan was somewhat surprised to see the queen bee flying over, because the queen bee was very particular about her beauty sleep and rarely stayed up late.

"Were you waiting for me, Queen Bee? I'm so touched."

The dialect opened its arms, wanting to hug the queen bee.

The Queen Bee dodged Fang Yan's embrace and looked at him with an expression that said, "What is this idiot talking about?"

"Compare."

I thought a thief had broken in, so I came to check.

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Latias: Hahahaha!

Gengar: Hahahaha!

"Your laughter is hurting my eyes."

Fang Yan rolled his eyes.

Miss Goth and the others jumped out of the Poké Ball.

After yawning and saying goodnight to the queen bee, Fang Yan led the way back to the nursery, went upstairs to wash up and go to bed.

After the bees entered the nursery, the queen bee turned around and prepared to return to the hive.

The sound of flapping wings rang out, and the queen bee turned her head to see a mighty eagle perched on a tree trunk, watching her.

Are there still thieves willing to break into the breeding center?

"Compare.

Mind your own business and shut up!

The Queen Bee turned and left, leaving the Hawk in the moonlight, shaking its head helplessly, then closing its eyes and continuing to sleep.

After washing up, Fang Yan came out of the bathroom. Miss Goth had already made the bed. Fang Yan thought for a moment, then picked up a pillow and lay down on the carpet.

Watching Fang Yan hug Monini and lie down in Nine-Tailed Fox's arms, Miss Gothic looked at the sheets she had just made and sighed.

Then I lay down on it myself.

If you don't sleep, I will.

As Fang Yan smelled the soothing floral scent emanating from Miss Skirt by his ear, his eyes trembled.

"Alright, everyone."

Then I fell into a deep sleep.

Silent all night.

Fang Yan sat up straight, looking at the sunlight streaming into the room, somewhat dazed.

The slippery ground at my feet, and my little airplane sister, still sleeping in a ridiculously bad posture, is fast asleep.

Miss Gothic was tidying up the room, while Nine-Tails lay on the floor, squinting.

The blanket shifted, and a small head peeked out.

"Nini?"

Is it dawn yet?

It was so comfortable to sleep in Fang Yan's arms; Monini slept until she naturally woke up.

"Goth?"

Are you awake?

Noticing Fang Yan had woken up, Miss Gothic turned around and greeted him.

Fang Yan scratched his messy hair, nodded, then gently kicked the little airplane aside, covered it with a blanket, and went to the balcony.

Gengar and Miss Skirt were lying at the small table on the balcony, drinking tea.

Miss Skirt is like a little princess in the Middle Ages, elegant and beautiful.

In contrast, Gengar...

Looking at the monocle on Gengar's face, the newspaper in his hand, and the cane leaning against the balcony wall.

Is today a successful person?

Fang Yan pondered Gengar's outfit today.

"The newspaper is upside down."

/（/。A）Z

"Kou Jie?"

Did you hold it upside down?

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You didn't know you were holding it upside down, yet you've been looking at it for so long? How did you do that?

"Why have you been looking at it for so long?"

"口桀一"

I won't tell you.

Fang Yan squatted down and opened his arms. Miss Qun'er smiled, put down her teacup, got up from her chair, and gently gave Fang Yan a good morning hug (it was actually midday).

(Want Miss Skirt's warm embrace?)

As she inhaled the delightful fragrance of the flowers, Fang Yan felt as if her very soul had been elevated.

"Goethe".

Just spoil him.

Miss Goth floated out onto the balcony, saw this scene, and spoke calmly.

Miss Skirt remained silent, only covering her mouth and giggling.

"Mom, what are we having for lunch today?"

"Goethe".

Spare ribs and prawns.

"The fish soup yesterday was so delicious, I'd like to have some more."

Miss Goth frowned, seemingly annoyed by the amount of trouble caused by the dialect.

Just when Fang Yan thought it was hopeless, Miss Goth nodded.

"Goethe".

I'll call you for dinner when it's ready.

Fang Yan revealed a victorious smile.

Watching Miss Gothic's departing figure, Miss Skirt laughed even more heartily.

Who spoils him more? It's hard to guess.

Fang Yan stretched, took a deep breath, then rested his hands on the balcony, looking at the vibrant backyard with immense joy.

Sure enough, you never get tired of looking at your own home.

Looking around the backyard, Watari was sitting in the garden, enjoying his leisurely time, with his legs crossed.

Why does this guy wear that tattered cloak even when he's drinking tea?

Dead Man Pretender.

His Dragonite was floating on the surface of the lake, swimming leisurely with its Dragonair.

Seemingly sensing that Fang Yan was watching him, Du raised the cup in his hand and gestured to Fang Yan. Fang Yan pretended that he also had a cup in his hand, and they clinked together in mid-air.

A crisp sound broke the scene.

"uncle!"

Fang Yan looked to the side and saw that next to the lake, little Shana, wearing a yellow princess dress, was holding a little Snorlax's foot and waving to him.

There was a long scratch behind him.

It refers to grassland.

Fang Yan smiled and waved, and then he saw Shana easily snatch the little Snorlax, spin it around a few times, and throw it into the lake, creating a huge splash.

Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh when he remembered how he almost twisted his back when he tried to pick up Munchlax.

The little Snorlax swam gracefully to the shore, then followed Shana to play elsewhere.

Fang Yan turned around and went back to the bathroom to wash up. After washing up, she found Gengar and Miss Skirt still sitting on the balcony and asked curiously, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Kou Jie—"

""

I've finished eating, the pork ribs are slurping.

"Laji~"

We're full, you should go eat now.

"Look how considerate Miss Skirt is! She's worried I'll go hungry. And look at you! I reckon if Miss Goth hadn't stopped you, you would have finished all my ribs!"

Gengar looked guilty.

(*°□°)!!

How did he know!

Fortunately, Fang Yan didn't see its expression and waved generously, "Let's go, I'll just have the fish soup. Come downstairs, I'll give you the ribs."

"Kou Jie~"

Dialects are the best!

Slip.

Fang Yan, who had just lifted his foot, froze on the spot.

Ingratitude—repaying kindness with enmity?

Monini skillfully climbed onto Fang Yan's shoulder, pried open his mouth, and stuffed the cherry fruit into it.

The restored dialect grabbed Gengar's tail, gave it a tug, then let some air out in the air before coming to the two "lazy pigs" in the nursery and gently waking them up.

"Huh?! What's wrong?! Who are you going to fight this time?"

The little airplane girl launched into the air, her eyes filled with vigilance as she looked at the innocent, adorable girl before her.

The girl with the airplane accent felt inexplicably sorry for him.

Look at this, the child is a bit stressed.

"I'm going home, that's enough playing, let's go downstairs for dinner."

"Oh, it's about eating—eating? Let's go!"

After saying that, the little airplane flew directly off the balcony.

"Come back, you haven't washed up yet—"

The airplane girl has disappeared without a trace.

Dialects are inexplicably making me feel tired.

Fang Yan looked at the Nine-Tailed Fox and found it lying on the carpet, staring at him with its big eyes open.

"Alright, get up and eat."

Nine-tailed Fox nodded lazily.

After taking Gengar and the others downstairs, Miss Gothic was carrying a clay pot out of the kitchen. Fang Yan leaned closer and saw that the white fish soup was emitting an enticing aroma.

After lunch, Mrs. Fujino handed Fang Yan a report on the recent conditions of the Pokémon in the breeding center. Fang Yan took it and sat down in the rest area to read it carefully.

"Huh? Three Pokémon have hatched in the hatchery?"

Fang Yan looked at the report and asked in confusion.

"Yes, they hatched one after another the day after you left. They were a baby Totodile, a Ralts, and a Skitty."

"How are you feeling?"

"Very healthy, currently in the backyard, eating, drinking, and jumping around."

Fang Yan nodded, saying he would go to the backyard later to check on them.

"This Ralts shouldn't be the egg from the previous Ralts at the breeding center, right?"

Fang Yan recalled that when his great-aunt's friend, Gardevoir, returned, she also gave him a Ralts egg.

"No, it hatched from a Pokémon egg that Officer Jenny brought over."

Mrs. Fujino remembered it clearly because of the dialect habit of putting the Pokémon eggs entrusted to him by other people or Pokémon aside, so that he could correctly entrust these Pokémon eggs to a suitable trainer.

For example, there's the egg from Kushala Daora, the egg from Egg of the Little Lucky Egg, and the egg from the Ralts that Gardevoir gave us. The egg from Dratini has already been bought by Tomoyo.

"Is the little Snorlax being very lively?"

"To be precise, it's very lively. Perhaps influenced by Shana, the little Snorlax has been very active lately. Compared to when it first came to the nursery and slept for ten or twenty hours a day, it now only goes to sleep at ten o'clock at night and wakes up at six o'clock in the morning. It hardly sleeps at all for the rest of the day, except that its appetite has become a little better."

"How much more? Appetite."

"My appetite has increased by about a quarter."

Mrs. Fujino predicted.

"That's alright, it's not even as good as the Super Armored Rhinoceros, we can afford to raise it."

With such a small appetite, the breeding center could afford to raise ten more of them.

"However, this little Snorlax is a bit strange. It is very enthusiastic about working. For example, when you assign it some work to help with, it is very dedicated. Whether it is weeding or moving rocks, it is very enthusiastic. If you don't assign it any work, it will get angry."

At this moment, Mr. Fujino interjected, "This Munchlax is unlike any I've ever seen before. The Munchlax I've ever seen slept almost all day long."

Fang Yan smiled as he recalled what he had said to Munchlax.

"Perhaps it belongs to the hardworking little Snorlax."

After reading the report, Fang Yan noticed that in the backyard, a Pachirisu and a Curly-eared Weasel had been taken away, and a Weasel egg in the incubator had also been sold. Otherwise, nothing had changed.

No trainer boarded their Pokémon at the nursery; rather, it's more accurate to say that all trainers were on their way to the Lily of the Valley Conference.

"We need to prepare in advance. The Lily of the Valley Convention is about to begin, and the breeding center will be very busy during the convention and for a while afterward."

"Yes, we are on high alert."

Mrs. Fujino nodded and said.

"By the way, shopkeeper, Shana's school is planning a few-day field trip starting tomorrow, to a suburb not far from Futaba Town."

"A picnic? Do parents need to accompany their children?"

Such a young child should be accompanied by a parent when going on a picnic, right? After all, he is still so young.

"No need for that. It's just that little Shana will be leaving the nursery for a few days. I was worried you'd miss her, so I wanted to let you know in advance."

"I'm fine with it, as long as she's having fun, that's all that matters. But is it really okay if she doesn't need a parent to accompany her? Little Shana is still so young."

"Manager, little Shana is not little anymore. She can go on a trip next year."

Going on a trip at ten years old? Isn't that still a child?

That's true, we can't look at current problems with the same old perspective, but I'm still a little worried about the dialect.

"How about this, I'll have the Starhawks follow behind, and I'll communicate with the school to have Little Shana bring Rapidash along as well. That way, we can be on the safe side and avoid any unexpected situations."

The dialect got increasingly absurd: "How about Latias following behind? No, Xeno'jiiva can follow too, so how about adding Helios or Heracross? Or maybe Gengar should follow as well?"

As the dialect became increasingly absurd, Mrs. Fujino sighed helplessly.

"Manager, going on a picnic like this isn't fun at all."

Fang Yan thought about it and realized that it made sense.

"Then let Starhawk and Scorpion King follow behind."

Mrs. Fujino nodded.

"Then let's arrange it this way. I'll leave the rest to you two. I'll go to the backyard to check on the hatched baby alligators."

Fang Yan closed the report, returned it to Madam Fujino, then stood up and led Nine-Tails to the backyard.

Gengar remained seated in the breeding house, snacking and watching cartoons.

Fang Yan found the baby saw-alligator in the lake area. It had just hatched and had never seen Fang Yan before. When Fang Yan held it in his hand, it frantically used a water gun on Fang Yan.

It's soft and fluffy.

The only solution is to get the dialect completely soaked.

"It's quite energetic. It learned how to use a water gun right after hatching? Its pee sprayed all over me."

Fang Yan pressed down on the little saw-alligator, revealing an evil smile.

Nine-Tailed Fox used hot air to dry Fang Yan, then stared at the little saw-toothed crocodile in Fang Yan's arms with its fox head.

Because it was backlit, Nine-Tails' face appeared seven parts dark and three parts light in Totodile's eyes.

"call out?"

Try scalding it again?

The newborn saw-tortoise was so frightened that it shrank into Fang Yan's arms.

Let dialects dictate your life.

"Stop struggling?"

Fang Yan, unaware of what had happened, was puzzled when the little saw-toothed tortoise stopped struggling. However, he didn't stop what he was doing and made it open its mouth to check its teeth.

"Sure, it's healthy, go have fun."

Fang Yan put the little saw-toothed crocodile down, and the little saw-toothed crocodile immediately ran away on its short legs to little Shana, crying and complaining to her.

Hearing Little Sawktosh's cries, Little Shana stormed up to Fang Yan, "Uncle, did you bully Little Sawktosh? Don't you know Little Sawktosh is my new little brother?"

"I'm giving it a check-up. I heard you're going on a picnic tomorrow?"

"Yeah, hehe, I'm leaving with Tomoyo tomorrow, and lots of classmates too. Uncle, uncle, can I bring some snacks with me?"

"Of course you can, have fun."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Little Shana happily ran back to the little Snorlax and the others.

Little Sawtooth: ? ? ?

Didn't you say you'd stand up for me?

"Oh, I forgot, hehe————"

After quickly calming Little Shana down, Fang Yan went to the forest area to check on Ralts and Skitty in the planting area.

After finishing, Fang Yan went to the garden and looked at Du, who looked like he was on vacation.

"You think you can live like this? Is everything alright in the Kanto region now?"

"That's all. The League Conference has already ended. Now, I guess the Sinnoh League is the only one left that hasn't finished."

Du's tone was flat.

"It will start in a few days too."

"Don't bother me, I'm going to sleep."

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Dodo bird, this is my home.

Looking at Yu Longdu, who had already closed his eyes, Fang Yan was filled with helplessness.