Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 434 If only it were a little skirt...

"What's wrong with him?"

Miss Officer Jenny entered the nursery. Looking at Fang Yan lying on the carpet with vacant eyes, she couldn't help but ask what had happened.

She didn't have time to come to the nursery for dinner yesterday, but she wasn't so busy today, so she dragged Miss Joey over for dinner. Who knew that as soon as she entered, she saw Fang Yan lying motionless on the carpet, looking like he had lost all hope, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling.

Miss Skirt, Miss Goth, Queen Bee, and Nine-Tailed Fox surrounded Fang Yan, all looking helpless.

"I heard he failed the intermediate level of the breeder exam and has been lying on the carpet ever since he came back."

Mrs. Fujino stood to the side, looking completely at a loss for what to do.

Just as she took a sip of the honey water handed to her by the Super Meow Sister, Miss Joy couldn't hold it in and spat it out, landing right on Officer Jenny's face next to her.

Miss Officer Jenny: ————

Miss Joey coughed violently for a while, then apologized, her face flushed, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

Miss Officer Jenny wiped her face with a tissue and then asked, "So what do we do now?"

Miss Goth and Miss Skirt both shook their heads; they had been trying to coax her all day, but there was still no improvement.

Miss Goth even ran back from the cottage to coax him, but it didn't work.

"Xiao Qiu, aren't you a doctor? Take a look at him."

Miss Officer Jenny patted Miss Joy on the shoulder, entrusting her with this important task.

"I?!"

Miss Joey pointed to herself and asked incredulously.

"I am a doctor, that's true, but I'm a Pokémon doctor, and he's not a Pokémon. Besides, this is clearly a psychological issue, isn't it?"

"Besides, who would believe that the top breeder praised by Champion Cynthia and the others couldn't even pass the intermediate breeder exam?"

Miss Joey couldn't help but laugh again.

Gengar, who was standing nearby, was horrified to see the soul floating out of Fangyan's mouth. It quickly reached out, grabbed the soul, and stuffed it back into its mouth.

∑（ǒǒ||）

Don't die! (Dialect) Don't die!

On the other side, the Dream Demon and the Wandering Night Spirit on the ceiling looked at Fang Yan, who was lying motionless on the carpet. The Wandering Night Spirit nudged the Dream Demon.

"irresolute?"

What happened to him? Is he dead?

"Dream?"

I don't know, why don't you go and take a look?

"irresolute."

Wandering Night Spirit shook her head.

"You're stabbing him in the back again. If he doesn't recover, you'll be eating dirt tonight, and you still won't be eating good food."

Miss Officer Jenny's words instantly froze Miss Joy's smile.

/（/。A）Z

That's right! If he doesn't get up, how am I supposed to eat?!

"Fang Yan, you must stay strong!"

Miss Joy's voice rang out, "If we don't pass this time, we'll take the test again next time. If we don't pass next time, we'll take it again the time after that, and the time after that."

*Pfft*

"Xiao Shui! How can you comfort someone like that!"

"Goblin!"

I can't hold onto his soul anymore!

Today, Kangaskhan took its little Kangaskhan to the beach to chat with Laplace.

Miss Joy realized she might have said something wrong again, so she simply stopped talking and just kept agonizing over it.

"Don't go! (Fang Yan)! Don't go!"

"Goblin!"

Don't die, Fang Yan, don't die!

Just as Miss Joey was throwing herself on Fang Yan and crying incessantly, Fang Yan's phone rang.

Xiao Shui glanced at the screen and saw that it was a video call from Cynthia. Her eyes lit up.

"I think I know what to do."

So Miss Joy answered the video call. On the other end of the video, Cynthia was standing on Garchomp's back, flying high in the sky. The sound of the fierce wind came through Rotom's phone into the ears of everyone in the breeding house.

"Fang Yan, you—Miss Joey?"

"Hello, Champion Cynthia."

Miss Joey greeted her.

Cynthia was already quite familiar with Miss Joy, Miss Officer Jenny, and Xia Lan from Twinleaf Town. When she saw that Miss Joy answered the phone, she asked curiously, "Is Fang Yan busy in the backyard?"

Miss Joy shook her head and, amidst Cynthia's puzzled expression, flipped the camera around.

Cynthia looked at Fang Yan, who lay motionless on the ground, his eyes lifeless, like a dead pig. "What happened to him?"

Miss Joy's voice rang out, "Hmm—it seems it's because she failed the intermediate level of the breeder exam—and that's how she ended up like this after she came back."

Miss Joey finished speaking, barely suppressing a laugh.

"What?"

Cynthia's voice grew louder.

"Dialect? Intermediate level exam for language proficiency? Didn't pass?"

Cynthia's eyes are all curved in the picture.

"If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have forgotten that he was also a breeder."

Cynthia continued, "Who would have thought that a champion breeder would take the intermediate breeder exam and fail?"

"If Mr. Watari and the others found out, they'd probably laugh themselves to death, right?"

*Pfft*

"Damn it!!!"

Stop attacking! I can't hold them off any longer!

"There is no way to bring him back to health right now."

Ms. Officer Jenny, standing to the side, covered her forehead and said.

"I guess he was too competitive and was hit hard by the sudden turn of events."

Cynthia analyzed.

In her memory, Fang Yan was a very strong-willed man. From the beginning when she was facing the Mongoose Cutter and the Rice Sparrow Serpent clans, she pulled him behind her. In Baiyang Town, he pulled her behind him. What a strong-willed man he was.

How could I be so discouraged by the intermediate-level training exam?

"It's alright, let him lie down for a while, I'll be there soon."

After saying one sentence, Cynthia hung up the phone.

"Garuda, let's take a detour to the breeding center. There's a heartbroken little boy who needs our comfort."

"Kah?"

Can I comfort him with a sickle? Wipe his neck?

Cynthia thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, I'll make the decision for him."

Hearing that Cynthia would be arriving soon, Officer Jenny and Nurse Joy breathed a sigh of relief and sat in the lounge area, leisurely watching TV and enjoying the desserts prepared by Alcremie.

Miss Joey was still typing away on her phone.

Miss Joey: Have you heard?

Xia Lan: ? ? ?

Xia Lan: I'm busy, Xiao Shui.

Miss Joey: Oh.

Xia Lan: ? ? ?

Xia Lan: So what?

Xia Lan: What did I hear?

Miss Joey: I failed the intermediate dialect breeder exam.

Xia Lan: ? ? ?

Xia Lan: Really?

Miss Joey: I have photographic evidence [Photo]

Xia Lan: Pfft————

Xia Lan: Hahahaha!

Xia Lan: Let him brag all day about how great his breeding techniques are!

Xia Lan: So what do we do now? Do I need to go back?

Miss Joey: Didn't you say you were busy?

Xia Lan: After all, he's my brother. I can't let him lose confidence like this.

Miss Joy: It's alright, we've already spoken to Miss Cynthia, she'll be here soon.

Xia Lan: OK, then I'm relieved. I have to go to a meeting now.

Xia Lan: [I want to die————] (Fang Yan lying on the ground, with a blank expression)

Miss Joey: Pfft, you're so fast.

Xia Lan: [Life is hopeless]

Fang Yan, lying on the carpet, reached out and scratched his back, then changed his position and continued lying down.

The crisp sound of high heels clicking on marble reached her ears, followed by an alluring fragrance. Fang Yan looked up and saw a woman with blonde hair wearing a black trench coat and cropped straight-leg pants looking down at her.

"What the heck—it's not a skirt—!"

Cynthia: ————

Cynthia narrowed her eyes slightly. "Oh? You're disappointed?"

Meanwhile, Gengar was flapping its short legs in the air, grabbing Garchomp's arm.

Damn! You can't go over there!

"Hmm—it would be nice if it were a little skirt—"

The dialect sounds weak and listless.

Miss Skirt: ?!

"Oh, wouldn't a miniskirt be better?"

Cynthia's voice was incredibly gentle.

"Mmm." Fang Yan nodded. "Mini skirts are good."

Miss Gothic on the side: ————

Ruined.

Gengar: Yamor! Garchomp! No way!

What's so good about miniskirts?

"Short — Convenient —"

Garchomp: You fucking let go of me, I'm going to smash him to death! Give it a miniskirt! I'll let it wear it, okay?!

"It's not impossible!"

Cynthia: ? ! !

Gengar: !!!

∑（AO|I）

How can I save you?! (Dialect)

The Nine-Tails burrowed its head into its tail, a sight too painful to behold.

Garchomp: (

"You seem to have a lot of experience."

Cynthia crouched down and looked at Fang Yan lying on the carpet.

None of the people around, including Miss Officer Jenny, the Fujisawa couple, and Miss Joy, dared to speak.

Dialect, oh dialect—you—have a safe journey—

Fang Yan looked at Cynthia, who had squatted down. Because she was so large, Fang Yan could only see her slightly narrowed eyes and did not see her somewhat clenched teeth expression.

"You know it's convenient? Have you even tried it?"

After Cynthia finished speaking, she turned to look at Gengar and gave him a bright smile.

Fang Yan began to realize that something was wrong.

call out----

"Kou Jie"

Oops, my hand slipped—I'm so weak—I have no strength left—

After saying that, Gengar slowly drifted down to the ground like a leaf in the wind, stuck out its tongue, and fainted.

Dream Demon: No, boss! Don't die!

Wandering Night Spirit: Ah this—I—Boss, don't die!

Cynthia turned her head, looked at Fang Yan, and then slowly raised her right hand, clenching it into a fist.

"Short skirt! Mini skirt!"

As Cynthia finished her movement, a fragrant breeze first reached Fang Yan's nose, followed by the sound of marble shattering.

dialect:----

Fang, drenched in cold sweat, cried out: Help—help—

"Um?"

Cynthia lowered her fist and smiled at Fang Yan.

"Hehe, you're saying this? Gengar told me all this. It watches TV all day and only learns these bad things."

Fang Yan smiled and quickly spoke.

Gengar, lying on the ground feigning death, is being shoved back and forth by Misdreavus and Duskar: ? Σ（∀°）

It's me again?

How can I be made to take the blame for this?

I've gone from a purple fat guy to a purplish-black fat guy, are you still not going to leave me alone?

"You mean, Gengar told you all this? It corrupted you?"

He kept nodding in dialect.

"Is that so, Gengar?"

Cynthia turned to look at Gengar.

Gengar hesitated for three seconds, then nodded emphatically with an expression of facing certain death.

"Goblin!"

That's right, it was all me!

(ǒǒ)

Goodbye, my snacks!

Goodbye—my sweetheart—

Goodbye—to everything and everything I have—

Please promise me you'll never encounter dialects again in your next life!

"Are you done yet?"

Cynthia stared at the dialect, "I'm hungry."

"Alright, alright, alright."

I have to say this three times, or my head will explode.

"Wait a moment, I'll cook right away."

No matter what, we can't let our own cabbages go hungry.

Fang Yan leaped into the kitchen with Gothic Lady, Monini, Meowth, and Alcremie.

"Kou Jie"

Help me, in dialect, help me!

"Strange, Monini, did you hear anything? I think I heard something making a noise."

Monini's eyes darted around. "Nini?"

No? Sister, did you hear that?

Miss Goth shook her head.

In the backyard, Gengar is being chased by Garchomp.

"Damn it!!!"

It's me! I'm about to be beaten to death! Help me!

Behind Gengar, Garchomp's face was full of murderous intent, and the scythe in its hand gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

"Kah!"

So you're the one who taught me dialect and said you wanted to see me in a short skirt, right? A miniskirt, no less? You'd better die!

"Kou Jie Yi—"

I'm innocent! Master Qing Tang! I'm innocent!

I'm truly innocent!

"What? You want clear broth? Hot pot? Wait a minute, I'll make it for you now."

Fang Yan stood by the window and shouted something towards the backyard.

Upon hearing this, Miss Goth skillfully began preparing the ingredients for today's hot pot.

"Goblin!"

You can clearly hear me! Why are you pretending not to hear me?! Please explain this to me, I really do know it!

"Sigh, I'm getting old, my hearing isn't so good anymore."

Fang Yan shook her head and lowered her head to process the ingredients in her hands.

Gengar: ∑（ǒAǒ）/

Yameru!

"This really isn't my problem; it's the question they set. I just wrote down my personal experience, and they told me it was too idealistic and didn't fit into written expression."

Dialects relentlessly voiced their accusations at the dining table.

"Not all Pokémon are like the ones in the breeding center. Besides, your breeding methods involve—food therapy? If I remember correctly, right?"

Fang Yan nodded in response to Cynthia's question.

"As far as I know, among so many Pokémon breeders, it seems that only you pay so much attention to food therapy and use food to raise Pokémon."

""

Cynthia put down her chopsticks, clasped her hands together, and said, "I'm finished eating. Thank you for your hospitality."

After gracefully wiping her mouth with the tissue, Cynthia continued, "Every breeder has their own breeding methods, but if you write it on the exam paper, and other breeders haven't tried your method before, they'll definitely think you..."

That's incorrect, so the breeder exams all have the same answers. As for actual breeding, breeders can use whatever breeding methods they want.

Cynthia looked at Fang Yan, tucked her blonde hair behind her ear, and smiled brightly, "So, even top breeders can be stumped by the breeder exam, especially the intermediate level."

After speaking, Cynthia covered her mouth with her hand.

"We can always go check it out another time. I saw that there seems to be an exam in Veil City next week."

Miss Joey said.

Fang Yan shook his head. "I won't take the exam. Let's just leave it at that. The beginner level is enough."

Beginner level is beginner level, and there are beginner-level cultivation methods.

After dinner, Fang Yan stood beside Cynthia and Garchomp, with Gengar, its face bruised and swollen, floating around him.

"Leaving so soon?"

I'm a little reluctant to part with the dialect.

Cynthia nodded. "I'm not done with my work yet. I came here specifically because I saw you were in a bad mood. I still have to go to the Unova region next."

"Alright."

Seeing Fang Yan's reluctant expression, Cynthia smiled, reached out and hugged him, then gently pressed her lips to his cheek.

Are you feeling better now?

Fang Yan laughed like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, "Of course, who do you think I am!"

"A junior breeder who has defeated the champion."

Fang Yan puffed out his chest, looking proud.

"Alright~ Then our Fangda champion, Fangda junior breeder, your Miss Bamboo Orchid, has to go back to work. You must continue to work hard, okay?"

Cynthia spoke in a coaxing tone, and Fang Yan nodded.

"Remember to tell me if anything happens, and I'll be there for you immediately."

Fang Yan straightened his chest again.

Cynthia tacitly acknowledged the gesture of the person in the dialect taking advantage of her, then whispered, "You too."

Cynthia then released her grip, jumped onto Garchomp's back, and headed off into the distance.

Fang Yan looked at Gengar beside him and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Gengar."

snort!

Gengar turned its face away.

"Didn't you say you wanted roasted sweet potatoes? I'll make them for you tonight. How many do you want?"

Ten!

Gengar stretched out all ten fingers, then, after thinking for a moment, lifted its toes as well.

Twenty.

"I'll give you two chances."

Yay! Long live dialects!

I hope to encounter dialects again in my next life!

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