Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 396 Domestic Violence Scene: Sister and Brother

"Huh? Is today's match over?"

Shana, with a sausage in one hand and honey water from the nursery in the other, her cheeks bulging, looked at Fang Yan and asked.

Looking at the list of those who advanced to the top sixteen on the screen, Fang Yan nodded. "It seems so."

"Huh? It's over already? I haven't even started cheering yet—"

Shana swallowed her food, pouted, and looked somewhat dejected.

"—If I remember correctly, you threw the flag to me at the start of the first match, and then you were eating the whole time, right?"

Looking at the mountain of packaging bags at Shana's feet, Fang Yan poked her smooth forehead with his finger and said.

"Hehe, eating while watching the game is the best thing to do, that's what you said, I'm just following your example."

Shana grinned.

"But I didn't tell you to eat so many snacks all at once! What if you can't eat your meal later?"

"Don't worry, little Shana's belly is big, very big."

After saying that, Shana stuck out her little belly, patted it, and said, "I can still eat."

dialect:----

I don't know where all the food you eat goes. You're not growing at all, you're still like a little potato.

Fang Yan thought to himself.

"How was it, Tomoyo? How was watching the battles at the biggest arena in the Sinnoh region?"

Upon hearing the question in dialect, Tomoyo, like Shana, gave a big smile and said, "I like it."

"I want to come here again someday."

Tomoyo spoke up.

"With little Shana."

Shana, upon hearing Tomoyo's words, simply stood to the side, grinning foolishly.

Fang Yan glanced at the other Pokémon, all of whom looked quite satisfied. Oh wait, there was one Pokémon that looked a little unsatisfied.

Seeing Dali constantly bumping fists, eager to try, Fang Yan said, "Dali, don't you dare ruin their field."

He reluctantly released his fist.

"Store Manager."

Fang Yan turned around and saw that it was Xiao Mao with his spiky hair running over, with an Umbreon following beside him.

After Xiao Mao stopped in front of him, Fang Yan said, "Well done."

Xiao Mao was about to speak, but upon hearing Fang Yan's words, he couldn't help but scratch the back of his head and chuckle foolishly.

"A shop manager who speaks in dialect!"

The voice of a fool rang out.

Xiao Zhi, Xiao Guang, and Xiao Gang all ran over.

"Why did you come here?"

Xiao Zhi asked Fang Yan, who smiled and patted his head, "I came to watch your competition. It's alright, you've improved compared to before, but you still need to improve even more."

Ash clenched his fist. "Don't worry, shopkeeper, I will definitely win the championship with Pikachu."

"Hey Ash, being too confident isn't a good thing. Maybe I'll just take the championship this time."

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Gary interrupted Ash, speaking provocatively.

"Let's give it a try! Pikachu and I will definitely win! Then we'll take the Lily of the Valley Conference championship, and then challenge Cynthia for the title!"

"I'll be waiting for you."

Cynthia's voice rang out, and everyone turned to look, only to find that Cynthia was walking over with the Sinnoh Elite Four, accompanied by a boy with dead fish eyes.

"Anyone can talk big. Do you really think your Pokémon team can win the championship?"

Shinji's words were as sharp as ever.

"Damn it, Shinji, just you wait! I'll definitely defeat you in battle against Infernape and the others!"

Ash looked at his formidable opponent and said through gritted teeth.

"Hmph, you'd better keep your word."

Shinji gave a proud snort.

The dialect suddenly gave me a strange feeling.

Is Shinji a tsundere? Or a really serious one?

Otherwise, he would always make sarcastic remarks and mock Ash whenever he saw him, but he would always appear in time whenever Ash needed help?

For example, before Master Hachi, there was his sparring session with Ash.

Six Pokémon, all six are champion aces.

She could very well be a proud and arrogant person.

Fang Yan pinched his chin and nodded repeatedly.

Ash was still talking, but Shinji didn't listen to him anymore. Instead, he turned to look at Fang Yan and nodded politely.

"Store Manager."

Fang Yan snapped out of her daze, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I'm so happy to see the changes in you. I'm sure you can feel the progress that those changes have brought."

"Yes, all of this is thanks to your help."

Shinji is very polite to people he respects.

"No, you should thank yourself and Ash the most."

Fang Yan said with a smile.

"Him? Him?"

"Hey, what do you mean? I'm telling you—uh—"

Annoyed by Xiao Zhi's noise, Fang Yan pulled out a sausage and stuffed it into Xiao Zhi's mouth.

"Keep it up, I'm really looking forward to your next performance."

It would be even better if I could battle Shigeru.

Former rival tears apart current rival?

Driven by a desire to become stronger, I encountered my most respected rival and former nemesis.

hiss----

Can we fast forward to that point?

The more I think about the dialect, the more I yearn for it.

Should we have Cynthia and the others pull some strings behind the scenes? Maybe arrange for them to meet up beforehand?

Forget it, let's just let things take their course.

Fang Yan resisted the temptation and refused the idea.

"The shop manager speaks in dialect!!!"

Alan's voice rang out, and she ran over with Afeng.

"Did you see my match today? How was it? Wasn't it cool?"

As Alan spoke, he struck a fighting pose.

Fang Yan gave a thumbs up, "You're amazing."

"hey-hey."

Alan wiped his nose and chuckled.

As more and more people began to gather in the stands, Fang Yan clapped his hands and said, "Congratulations on your successful advancement to tomorrow's competition. I look forward to seeing you all advance tomorrow as well."

After saying that, he looked around. "Now, is anyone hungry? How about we go out for a meal? Let's celebrate everyone advancing today!"

"Yay!" "Let's eat!" "I want the manager's cooking!" "? The manager, who speaks in dialect, can cook?" ————

Looking at the happy crowd, Fang Yan couldn't help but gaze into the distance.

Strange, logically speaking, Musashi and the others should also come to watch the competition during the Lily of the Valley Tournament, right? They should also be selling some food and drinks and cheering for Ash. Why haven't I seen them today?

Did they leave early?

Fang Yan searched everywhere but couldn't find Musashi and the other two, so he had no choice but to give up.

He looked at Cynthia, "Is there any open space nearby?"

"An open space?"

Cynthia was puzzled.

"Well, since Monini and the others aren't used to eating outside food, I was thinking of finding an open space to cook for myself."

Fang Yan glanced at Monini, who was having fun with Piplup and Pikachu, and said.

Cynthia frowned and thought for a moment.

"I know."

Da Ye raised his hand.

Fang Yan and Shirona turned to look at him.

"Do you want to go?"

Fang Yan nodded, "Lead the way."

"Okay."

Da Ye led the way, with the others following behind.

"dialect."

Latias's voice rang out.

The dialect stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I can feel my brother's presence."

Latias's voice rang out, tinged with hesitation.

"I know who its trainer is."

"Who?"

They looked in one direction.

Dacto.

The trainer who used Darkrai to reach the top 16 was previously unknown, but recently came into the public eye because of his great victory in the Lily of the Valley Conference using Darkrai.

"Is it him?"

Latias's voice rang out, and then an invisible figure beside Fang Yan swayed slightly.

"I felt it, it was him."

Fang Yan smiled and reached out to pat its little head. "It's okay. After we finish eating, I'll take you to find him and let you go find your brother."

"Um.

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Upon hearing Latias's "hmm," Fang Yan turned and hurried towards the main force.

"Kou Jie?"

What's wrong?

Gengar asked about the dialect.

"It's alright. We'll accompany Latias to see its brother later. It's obvious that it misses its brother."

"口桀"

it is good.

On the other side is the secondary venue for the Lily of the Valley tournament.

"Musashi, didn't you say it would be held here today?"

Wearing sunglasses and carrying a large bunch of drinks, Kojiro looked at the empty arena and voiced his doubts.

"Am I... already finished?"

Musashi, clutching a pile of popcorn, also fell silent.

"How is that possible, meow?"

Meow Meow looked at the empty arena and said, "Most likely you've come to the wrong place, Musashi. There's still time. When we arrived, we saw so many people, so it must be over, Meow."

"It's all Musashi's fault! She insisted on eating that ramen, and made us miss today's match."

The cat protested.

"You're being long-winded."

Musashi punched the cat on the head, ignoring the cat clutching the large bump on its head, and said, "We haven't really gone to the wrong place, have we?"

Kojiro, who had already taken out his phone to check the messages, tapped Musashi's arm with his hand. "Um, I saw online that the matches are being held in the main stadium starting today. This is the semi-final stadium, so it's no longer needed."

"Furthermore, it was mentioned above that the timeframe has also changed."

Musashi: ————

"I told you so, meow."

Bang!

Another big bump appeared on Meow Meow's head.

"So what should we do now?"

Kojiro asked Musashi.

"What else can we do? Go back to sleep and go to the main stadium tomorrow."

Musashi turned and left.

"I'll come back to sell things tomorrow."

"Sonams~"

Seeing Musashi walking ahead, Kojiro and Meowth exchanged a glance and then followed.

"? Didn't the manager say you were the cook?"

Alan looked at Miss Goth and Monini, who were cooking, and asked in confusion.

"Ms. Gothic and the others usually do the cooking; I'm just responsible for eating."

Fang Yan sat in the chair, stroking the Nine-Tailed Fox's head, and said.

"Huh? I thought I'd get to eat food cooked by the manager who speaks in dialect."

Alan said regretfully.

"Miss Gothic and her craftsmen are also very good."

"Yes, yes, Miss Gothic, Monini's cooking is excellent, and the food she makes is delicious, and so is Xiao Gang."

Ash said this while eating the sausage that Shana had given him.

"Where did you get these sausages? I want some too!"

Alan raised his hand and said.

The sausage smells so good!

Seeing this, Shana gave everyone a sausage.

She went to Fang Yan's side and gave Shirona a sausage.

I glanced at the bag; the sausages inside were gone.

She blinked and looked at Fang Yan.

"I'll make more for you when we get back, lots of them."

"Okay~ Hehe."

Fang Yan released Kurama's head and sat Shana on his lap, while Cynthia hugged Tomoyo beside him.

"What happened just now?"

Cynthia suddenly asked about dialect.

"?"

Fang Yan looked at Cynthia with a puzzled expression.

"Who were you just talking to? Over there in the stands."

Fang Yan understood what she was asking. "Latias just told me that it sensed its brother's presence, and I told it that I would take it to find its brother later."

Do you want me to come with you?

"No."

Fang Yan shook his head.

"Goethe".

dinner's ready.

Miss Goth placed the soup on the table and called out.

Fang Yan clapped his hands. "Everyone, it's time to eat."

As expected, Ash, Gary, and Big Leaf got into a fight at the dinner table.

"Has the schedule for tomorrow's matches been released yet?"

Fang Yan turned to ask Cynthia beside him, and Cynthia picked up a dumpling, put it in her mouth, and breathed out because it was so hot.

Cynthia gestured for Fangyan to look at Gosong, who was eating.

Ask him.

dialect:----

Fang Yan felt a little sorry for Wu Song, who was engrossed in eating.

"Never mind, let him eat for a while first, then he can go back to work later."

"Cough cough cough."

Wusong felt a chill run down his back and coughed as he was choked by the meatball.

He looked up, pushed up his glasses, and looked around.

Who? Why does it sound like someone is talking badly about me?

He looked at Fang Yan and Shirona.

Fang Yan was chatting with Xiao Mao and the others as if nothing had happened.

Not a dialect? That shouldn't be the case.

Logically, he should be the prime suspect, right?

Seeing that the meatballs in the pot were almost gone, he coughed twice. The bronze bell in the distance lit up, and then all the meatballs in the pot flew up.

Ah Liu stretched out her chopsticks but missed.

???

Granny Kikuno watched the dumpling fly into the sky. "Hey, hey, hey, Gosho, aren't you going too far?"

Wu Song exhaled, "The food was all stolen; Da Ye taught me that."

Da Ye, who is currently engaged in a "fierce fight": ? ? ?

me?

It looks like me?

Xiao Zhi finally gave up; he set his sights on the meatballs in Fang Yan's bowl.

"Manager, look, there are aliens."

Fang Yan looked up, and Xiao Zhi had just stretched out his chopsticks when he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

He glanced over and saw Miss Goth and Miss Skirt smiling at him.

Xiao Zhi chuckled a few times, then withdrew his chopsticks.

"I think I just sensed my sister's presence."

Hearing Latios's voice, Darkor looked to the side. "Where?"

"I just felt it at the competition venue. Is it also participating in the Lily of the Valley competition this time?"

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"Latios said in confusion."

"—Could it be the owner of that Sidran?

Darkdoll thought of the Heatran trainer, who was Darkdoll's most respected rival.

"Probably not, it doesn't like participating in these kinds of competitions."

"That----"

Dakdo was taken aback when he saw the dialect suddenly appear.

"Dakto?"

Fang Yan greeted Dakdo with a smile, "Hello."

Dakdo watched Fang Yan warily, his shadow beginning to spread out, only to bounce back after touching Fang Yan's shadow.

Dakdo: ? ? ?

Darkrai emerged from the shadows, clutching a Dark Hole in his hand, and stared at Fang Yan.

"Kou Jie~"

Gengar leaped out from the shadow of the dialect, holding a Dark Hole in its hand.

Dark holes? I can do that too!

Gengar grinned.

Darkrai: ? ? ?

Wait, buddy? You're Darkrai too?

Isn't this a move that only our Darkrai clan can learn? How come you know it too?!

And why does your dark hole look more legitimate than mine?

Am I the fake Darkrai?

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

Dakdo looked at Fang Yan and asked softly.

I should be able to beat them, right?

Dakdo thought to himself.

"My name is Fang Yan, but I'm not here to see you. I'm here to see Latios."

How did he know I had a Latios?

"Latios, your sister—"

Before he could finish speaking in his dialect, Latias's voice rang out.

"Latios, you're going to die!"

Fog ball!

"Sister?! What are you doing here?!"

Latios revealed himself and immediately ran away.

"Little sister, little sister, let me explain."

"Come here, let me hit you a couple of times, hurry up!"

"Let me explain first!"

"What's there to explain! Die! You stood me up!"

"Meteor shower!"

"Little sister, we can't use meteor showers here!!!"

Fang Yan sighed as he watched his younger sister chase after and hit her older brother.

"Gengar, Miss Gothic, please."

Gengar opens its Dark Hole, and Gothicie opens her Psychic Shield.

Dakdo: ————

This Gothic lady seems a little... off?

"Gothic!"

Miss Goth blocked all the meteor showers.

"Sister, on your body—is that a drop of heart water?"

"Oh, you don't have one? I thought every trainer would give him a Pokémon~"

Latias stopped what he was doing and said.

Latios: ————

Dakdo: ————

I can tell you're implying I'm poor.

dialect:----

That tone—it's kind of...

The dialect is both funny and exasperating.

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