Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 465 Watch me refute this ridiculous theory of food therapy

"Warhammer Dragon, Rock Slide!"

"Laplace, water cannon!"

Lapras withstood the Rock Slide from the Warhammer Dragon, opened its mouth, and spat a powerful water cannon at the Warhammer Dragon, which sent the Warhammer Dragon flying.

Seeing that Warhammer Dragon had lost its ability to battle, Piao Tai recalled it into its Poké Ball.

"Thanks a lot."

Fang Yan looked at Laplace on the field, walked over and patted its little head, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Boohoo~"

Laplace said that if there are any more competitions like this, we can continue to call it that.

Fang Yan nodded and said okay, then walked up to Piao Tai. Dong Gua also walked over at this time.

"Congratulations, you have passed the test."

Fang Yan looked at the father and son in front of him and spoke with a smile.

Donggua and Piaotai exchanged a glance, then both breathed a sigh of relief.

Both father and son were defeated by Fang Yan's Laplace in a single battle, and they were inevitably afraid that Fang Yan, as the examiner, would think that their strength was not enough and that they could no longer serve as gym leaders.

"In that case, we can leave with peace of mind."

Donggua spoke up.

"They're leaving so soon?"

Donggua nodded, "After all, the dojo needs us to keep watch over it too."

"That's true. Maybe many Gym Leaders are already waiting for you to return during this time."

"That's right, then we'll be going now, store manager Fangyan, goodbye."

"goodbye."

Donggua and Piaotai, one riding the City Guardian Dragon and the other riding the War Hammer Dragon, turned and left.

Watching the two leave, Fang Yan stretched and said, "Finally, it's over. So, four masters have been tested in total, and there are four left. It seems to have gone by quickly."

Hearing the dialect, Wu Song, who had been watching from the sidelines, spoke up: "Logically speaking, the assessment should have been completed long ago, but considering that the assessment method is different this year, the time has been extended a bit. However, please hurry up and complete the assessment for them."

Fang Yan turned to look at Wu Song and complained, "If you had come, it would have been much faster."

Wusong turned and left.

"It's okay if you go slower, as long as you can complete the assessment."

Wow! That's a quick change of expression!

Wu Song didn't even turn his head. "I'm going back to my room for a nap. Please don't disturb me."

"Is it really okay for you not to go back to work?"

Fang Yan shouted from behind Wu Song.

Three days have passed since the martial arts tournament ended. Cynthia left to return to the League the day after it ended, leaving only Gosho at the breeding center, along with Touka and Hyota who were preparing for the assessment.

Wu Song stopped and looked back at Fang Yan. "This is the vacation I deserve."

"If you want cattle and horses to keep working, you have to give them enough rest time."

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Wusong's eyes were filled with resentment.

"If you want me to continue helping you and your boss with overtime work next time, then please let me rest for a few days and don't contact me for anything during these days."

dialect:!

Fang Yan nodded repeatedly, "Understood, Heavenly King Wusong. You can rest as much as you need to. I guarantee that nothing will disturb you for the next few days."

Wusong then turned around with satisfaction and took the bronze bell back to his room on the second floor of the breeding house to sleep soundly.

Watching Wusong walk into the breeding house, Fang Yan reached out and patted the head of Lapras beside him, saying with emotion, "He's the most unapproachable man in the entire Sinnoh region."

"Alas?"

"Why? Let me put it this way, in the entire Sinnoh region, for ordinary trainers and some bad guys, the person you should never mess with is Sinnoh Champion Cynthia, but for us Elite Four members and above, the person you should never mess with is Gosho."

Seeing the still puzzled look in Laplace's eyes, Fang Yan continued to explain, "Think about it, a man who can step forward at any time, take over the affairs of the entire alliance, and handle them perfectly, allowing you to have time to do what you want, while being available 24/7—who would dare to mess with him? If you push him too far and he quits, who can take his place?"

"Besides, if Cynthia wants to come here often in the future, she'll need his help a lot."

After listening, Laplace's sister nodded in understanding.

"Boohoo!"

What a reliable man.

"Reliable? Absolutely. He's the most reliable man in the entire Sinnoh League."

He nodded in agreement.

Unlike Da Ye, who often goes missing, Grandma Kikuno, who loves to let herself go in the wild, and A-Liu, who likes to catch fish, are the ones that Fang Yan admires the most for being on call 24/7.

It's not that the other three Elite Four members are bad; in fact, quite the opposite, the Four Elite Four of the Sinnoh League are much better than the Four Elite Four members of some other regions. At least they are united and cooperative. They will take Gosho as their leader and work together to deal with various crises and complete the tasks assigned by Gosho.

That's right, I'm talking about you, the Elite Four of the Unova region.

The villains were almost at the Alliance headquarters when they finally started to cooperate.

Gosho isn't the strongest of the Sinnoh Elite Four, but he's definitely the most charismatic.

The other Heavenly Kings and dojo masters all accept his leadership. He himself is aware of his responsibilities, so even on vacation, he is on call 24 hours a day to prevent any emergencies.

This is also what Fang Yan admires most about him.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan felt a little sorry for Wu Song.

"Miss Goth, please make something with a stronger flavor tonight. I remember Wusong really likes spicy food."

Fang Yan looked at Miss Gothic beside him, and Miss Gothic nodded.

Miss Gothic now spends a little more time at the breeding house than before, staying there three days a week and going to the cabin four days a week.

"Papa".

Fang Yan felt something patting his calf. He looked down and saw a Pachirisu carrying a small bucket, patting his leg with its tail.

"What's wrong, Patchlitz?"

"Papa".

You're blocking the way.

Fang Yan quickly moved aside, and Pachiliss, seeing this, poured the soil from the bucket into the hole, then smacked it hard with its tail a few times to compact the soil.

Currently, the battleground outside is being repaired by Patchlet, Aipom, and Curly.

Seeing the busy Aipom, Curly, and the other Forest Pokémon, Fang Yan clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, you've worked hard. I'll give you extra chicken legs tonight."

The forest Pokémon cheered instantly and then worked even harder to repair the battlefield after the battle.

"Let's go back and not disturb their repair work."

After Fang Yan finished speaking, he led a group of Pokémon back to the breeding house. As soon as he entered the breeding house, Fang Yan ran to the rest area under Miss Skirt's murderous glare, and then plopped down on the old chair.

"Ah~"

Fang Yan let out a satisfied shout, "This is the feeling! After many days, Fang Yan has finally returned to his champion's throne."

For a while, because of the martial arts tournament, Fang Yan hadn't been able to pamper his beloved old chair for a long time.

Just as Fang Yan closed his eyes to enjoy the wonderful moment of their long-awaited reunion, Miss Qun'er walked over with a wet towel in her hand and then covered Fang Yan's face with the towel.

"Laji,"

Hurry up and wipe your face clean, it's filthy.

"No, Miss Skirt, you wipe it for me."

She started to act coquettishly in her dialect.

Miss Skirt smiled sweetly, lifted the damp towel, and a bright green energy ball appeared in her hand.

Fang Yan blinked, picked up a wet towel, and began wiping her face, neck, arms, and hands.

"alright."

Fang Yan handed the towel back to Miss Qun'er, who then accepted it with satisfaction. The energy ball in her hand had long since disappeared.

"Laji".

Go to sleep.

"I can't sleep, will Miss Skirt sing for me?"

Miss Skirt turned around, glanced at Fang Yan, and didn't say anything. After a while, Miss Skirt came out of the bathroom, moved a small stool and sat down next to Fang Yan. She stretched out her little hand and gently rocked the old chair under Fang Yan, while humming the song that Fang Yan often sang to them.

With her sweet and melodious voice, and the rocking of the old chair beneath her, Fang Yan quickly drifted off to sleep.

As early summer arrived, cicadas began to sing in the trees along the breeding route.

The Iron-Faced Ninja celebrated its ten years of hiding under the tree roots before finally emerging from the ground to evolve. The cicada's chirping grew louder and louder, attracting even more Iron-Faced Ninjas.

It proclaims to everyone that summer has truly arrived.

Snapped!

The masked ninjas who were celebrating loudly all lay sprawled on the ground, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

"Goethe".

If you shout that loudly again, I'll grab you all, dry you in the sun, and use you as medicine.

Iron-Faced Ninja: Σ（\△\{）

Iron-Faced Ninja: Naruto~

After a long while, the pressure on them disappeared. The masked ninjas exchanged glances, then flapped their wings and left the terrifying place.

Inside the breeding house.

Gengar turned the TV volume down. Miss Skirt was humming a song softly. Fang Yan was sleeping peacefully with Ninetales and Xeno'jiiva lying beside him. A Gothic lady floated behind him, gently fanning herself with a small fan in her hand.

In the other seats, the Fujino couple, Shana, and Tomoyo were all lying on their chairs, enjoying the quiet and leisurely afternoon, each sleeping soundly.

upstairs.

A bronze bell floated quietly beside the bed, and the purple-haired man on the bed slept soundly, enveloped in the fragrance of Gracenta flowers.

Another continent.

Carlos region.

Miare City.

graduate School.

A handsome PhD student in a white lab coat stared at the paper before him, lost in thought.

"Using food to supplement medicine in treating Pokémon? First, use food mixed with Chinese herbs to open the Pokémon's closed mind, then communicate with it to gain its trust, then find out the reason why the Pokémon's mind is closed, and then treat it accordingly?"

The professor, looking at the paper before him, raised a question.

"A paper that doesn't cite any other PhDs or scholars? The author is a breeder named Fangyan? The assistants are—Professor Oak and Professor Yamanashi? Two Pokémon authorities are just assistants?!"

The doctor who was researching Mega evolution in the Carlos region was named Dr. Blatano. At this moment, he looked at the assistant column and was shocked.

"Who exactly is this guy with the dialect? How could two Pokémon authorities be his assistants? A breeder? Or perhaps the young master of some wealthy family?"

Blatano continued flipping through the paper on "Healing Pokémon with Food," muttering questions over and over.

"It looks quite reasonable, but the entire paper doesn't cite any other papers. Is it purely theoretical? And then there's experimental data? And specific case studies? Let me see—"

Dr. Blatano carefully examined the case studies and experimental data on dialects.

"This actually seems to work? Wait, there's also something about Mega Evolution?"

Blatano turned to a page and found that it contained information about Mega Evolution.

"Let me see—Mega Evolution, as a battle system that effectively enhances a trainer's strength, is based on the principle that a special evolution occurs when a trainer and their Pokémon reach a state of perfect harmony during battle. That makes sense."

Blatano nodded. "The deeper the bond between the trainer and the Pokémon, the stronger the energy that is unleashed."

"Therefore, how to build a deep bond with Pokémon has become a headache for trainers. But in fact, when we are building a bond with Pokémon in our daily lives, we might as well try to use delicious food to deepen the connection and bond between ourselves and our Pokémon. Discard some energy cubes that don't taste very good and use more food that suits Pokémon's taste. This will help keep Pokémon in a good mood. When Pokémon are in a good mood, playing, battling, and talking with them will greatly deepen the emotional bond between us."

Blatano frowned. "How could it be that simple? If that's the case, then Mega Evolution only requires a little food?"

"That's utter nonsense."

Blatano continued, "Wouldn't that mean everyone could use Mega Evolution in battles? If that's the case, then why are there so few trainers who have mastered Mega Evolution so far?"

"That's utter nonsense. How could a breeder know anything about trainers?"

The assistant standing to the side said, "But—the assistants for this paper are Professor Oak and Professor Yamanashi, who are the only two authorities in Pokémon. Their willingness to serve as assistants means they approve of this paper, don't they?"

"They don't understand Mega Evolution, they might just have been fooled by this breeder named Fangyan."

Blatano shook his head. "I admit that what he wrote earlier made a lot of sense, with case studies and specific analysis, but can a paper that doesn't cite any articles be a good paper? Besides, the data he provided might not be accurate; what if it was just a coincidence?"

"But----

""

The assistant hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

This doesn't look fake, does it?

Blatano stated unequivocally, "As Pokémon scholars, we must always maintain a skeptical eye."

Just then, another assistant ran over and said, "Dr. Blatano, Garchomp has gone berserk again."

Blatano frowned. His research institute had a Garchomp specifically for studying Mega Evolution. It was originally very docile, but for some reason, it suddenly became prone to going berserk. He tried many methods but couldn't find the cause.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, making the papers on the table rustle.

He turned to look at the paper. "I remember the paper mentioned something about how to calm a berserk Pokémon, right?"

The assistant, who had read the paper, nodded. "Yes, the specific content is—"

Blatano raised his hand to stop his assistant. "Perfect timing, let's test the reliability of his paper. Let's go."

Bratano turned and walked deeper into the research institute.

The assistant hesitated, exchanged a glance with his colleague, picked up the paper on the table, and followed after him.

"I will use experiments to refute his naive and ridiculous dietary theory."

Bratano's voice came back.

"I will let him know that academic research is not something that can be accomplished so easily."

Feeding house.

Fang Yan lay on the old chair, turned over, scratched his bottom, and continued to sleep.

Miss Gothic floated in the air, fanning herself with fans in both hands. In front of her, she used her mental power to control a book in the dialect that was halfway through. It was about the preferred tastes of Pokémon of different types. This was all that she had summarized in the breeding house. Miss Gothic was reading it with great interest.

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