Pokémon: All About the Breeding House

Chapter 471 Today is my date with Miss Zhu Lan!

After finishing the experiment on the Power Z-Move, the group returned to the meeting room, and Fang Yan was surrounded again, with people constantly asking him questions about the project report.

His mouth was dry from speaking in dialect, so he winked at Miss Goth in the distance.

After Miss Gothic spoke a few words to Dali, Dali nodded repeatedly, then forced his way into the crowd, grabbed Fang Yan, and ran away.

Gengar and the others also secretly slipped out from the corner.

Cynthia, wearing high heels, led Garchomp and Gengar to a park near the venue. From afar, she saw Fang Yan sitting on a swing, with Dali standing behind him pushing the swing.

"Do you want to come along?"

Fang Yan patted the spot next to him on the wall and asked.

Cynthia didn't stand on ceremony and sat down next to Fang Yan.

The double swing is actually quite spacious, but the local dialect makes it feel cramped.

Feeling the dialects constantly crowding towards her, Cynthia spoke helplessly.

"If you push any closer, I'll fly out."

Fang Yan chuckled upon hearing this, "I'm just afraid I'll fly away, so I want to grab onto my favorite adorable one next to me."

Cynthia smiled upon hearing this, and Ritsu reached out and grasped Fang Yan's hand. "How about this?"

Interlocking their fingers, Fang Yan felt the rough texture of Cynthia's palm while simultaneously experiencing the smoothness of the back of her hand, creating a sensation of both ice and fire.

Fang Yan gripped Cynthia's hand tightly, turned around, and said, "Gui Gui, it's your turn to step up."

"Kou Jie~"

"I'm here!"

Gengar had just bribed Garchomp with treats, and upon hearing the dialect, it happily floated over.

Gengar gently pushed the double swing with its hand. On the park's slide, two children were sliding down. After they finished sliding, they took their buckets and shovels and went to the sand area not far from the swing to build a sand pot.

The little boy was very caring towards the little girl. At such a young age, he already showed tenderness and compassion, and his tiny mouth could utter heartwarming words.

"Just like you."

Cynthia gently rested her head on Fang Yan's shoulder and chuckled as she heard what the little boy said.

"What are you talking about? I'm way better than him."

Dialects, of course, disagree.

"You have to compete with even little kids?"

"What else?"

"You're always acting like a little kid."

"Cynthia said softly."

Fang Yan didn't say anything after hearing what Cynthia said. He slightly adjusted his body to make Cynthia more comfortable, and then quietly stayed with Cynthia, watching the two little kids play in the sand.

After a long while, Cynthia finally spoke, "You know what? When I was as young as them, my grandma was busy with her research every day, leaving me alone at home watching others play with their friends."

Listen quietly to the dialect.

"Later, my grandma gave me a giblet egg. After the giblet hatched, I also had a friend who could play with me."

"I had way more fun than they did back then."

Cynthia recalled the happy times of her childhood, her eyes crinkling with joy.

"Me? I didn't have Pokémon when I was a kid, and nobody around me had Pokémon either. We could only see cute Pokémon on TV back then."

"Back then, when our parents wouldn't let us watch TV, we would run outside to play, like throwing beanbags or playing hide-and-seek. We had a lot of fun."

"It wasn't until I grew up and came to the Sinnoh region to inherit the breeding center left by my great-aunt that I truly saw Pokémon. To be honest, Mighty was the first Pokémon I ever knew."

"Isn't it Gengar?"

"No, Gengar was a little rascal back then. It was hiding on the ceiling, trying to scare me."

Fang Yan couldn't help but laugh when he recalled the first time he met Gengar. "Let me tell you, Gengar originally wanted to appear behind me and scare me, but when it patted my shoulder from behind, I turned around and made a face at it, which scared it so much that it deflated."

"That kid, he ran so far that he peed his pants and hid back inside the ceiling."

"Goblin!"

That was to accommodate you!

"Oh right, she was so scared that her face turned purple just to play along with me."

"Goblin!"

You still dare to talk!

Gengar got a little angry after his embarrassing past was exposed, mainly because Gothic and the others were hiding not far away, covering their mouths and laughing.

It turns out that the Gengar, which used to be so domineering in the breeding house, was initially scared away by the dialect.

"Although Gengar wasn't the first one I met, it was Gengar that I first encountered. It was just that the process wasn't very friendly. I even brought it chicken legs and noodles, but it messed up all the clothes I had carefully arranged."

"

Fang Yan gets a little angry when she recalls the scene.

"口桀"

whee.

With Gengar's encouragement, Fang Yan and Cynthia each recounted their encounters with Pokémon.

Garchomp, Lucario, Milotic, Venusaur, Glaceon, Roserade, Togekgeon —

Gengar, Mighty, Miss Skirt, Gothic, Ninetales, Monini, Latias —

Cynthia listened quietly to Fang Yan's words, then glanced at Fang Yan's hand holding hers. At this moment, both hands were resting peacefully on her lap, and Fang Yan's fingers were gently moving towards her thigh.

Cynthia gently placed her hands back on her knees.

The next second, the two hands began to slowly climb again.

And so, the two of them kept talking while simultaneously putting their hands to work.

The main thing is that they talk a lot and do a lot of things.

The sun slowly moved westward, and the crimson sunset bathed the ancient Sinnoh continent, calling the Stark, Starkoruru, and Starkhawk in the sky to return to their nests, and also calling the children who had gone out to come home for dinner.

The little boy put the shovel down, stood up, pulled up his pants, looked at the little girl with pigtails, and said domineeringly, "My mom is calling me home for dinner. You should go home for dinner too, it'll be evening soon. I heard that lots of big monsters come out to eat people at night, but don't be afraid, I can take you home. My mom says I'm a little man, so I'm not afraid."

The little girl nodded obediently, tidied up her things, and stood up. "My home is over there."

The little boy pointed to his lips, "But you have to kiss me before I can take you home."

dialect:???

No—huh?

Cynthia was also somewhat amused and exasperated.

Surprisingly, the little girl actually kissed her.

Ah? ? ?

No, you actually got it, kid?

The person speaking in the dialect has a mouth so big it could fit a Pokémon egg inside.

Why is this good kid not learning to be good, but instead trying to flirt with girls like others?

Whether you flirt with girls or not isn't important; what matters is whether you actually succeed in flirting with them.

Where did you learn all these moves, you chubby little bespectacled boy with a middle parting?

The chubby boy was quite responsible; he carried the little girl's things and took her home.

"So young and already learning bad habits."

He said in a low voice.

"When I grow up, I'll probably be just like you."

dialect:?!

They're slandering me again!

At this moment, a woman carrying groceries hurried over, looked around, and then turned to ask Fang Yan and Xilona, ​​who were sitting on the swing.

"Hello, did you see a little boy just now? He was about this tall, a bit stocky, wearing glasses, and he was building sandcastles over there."

Cynthia smiled and said, "Yes, he just took his new friend home. He'll be back in a bit, so don't worry."

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"this----"

The woman was still very worried.

She glanced at Cynthia, finding her somewhat familiar. After a closer look, she exclaimed, "You—you're Champion Cynthia?"

Cynthia nodded. "You don't need to worry about him. The gentleman next to me just had Miss Goth follow behind them, so nothing will happen."

Just now, when the chubby boy was taking the little girl home, Fang Yan turned around and gestured to Miss Goth, asking her to follow behind them to make sure they wouldn't have any accidents.

Dialects always do a great job in these details, which is one of the things that Cynthia really likes about dialects.

They are very gentle with everyone and everything, and even if they say no, they always secretly do it in their hearts.

Perhaps this is why he can get along with all the Pokémon.

The woman looked at Fang Yan next to Cynthia and saw their hands clasped tightly. As someone with experience, she could tell at a glance that the two were a couple.

But when did Cynthia get a boyfriend?

She swallowed her doubts and sincerely thanked Fang Yan.

Thank you.

"You're welcome, I quite like him."

Fang Yan said with a smile.

He suddenly remembered something, his eyes darted around, and then he said a few words to the woman.

After that, the chubby boy's voice came over.

"Mother."

He saw his mother waiting for him in the park, so he quickened his pace and ran back to her. Even though he was panting heavily, he still naturally reached out and took the bag from her hand.

"Let me help you carry it, Mom."

He's a very sensible chubby boy, but he's a bit of a lecher.

The woman naturally refused to let her son help her carry the bags. She switched the bags to her other hand and said, "No need, they're heavy. Mom can carry them."

"It's okay, I'm a little man now, I can help Mom with a lot of things."

Hearing her son's words, the woman smiled happily, took his hand, and walked home together.

The chubby boy happily told his mother about what happened in the park that day, while the woman kept praising him.

The setting sun cast long, long shadows of the two people, and their voices, too, seemed to stretch out with the sunset, carrying over into the distance.

"I heard you just got kissed by a girl, right?"

"what?"

"You little rascal, at such a young age you've already—"

"what!"

Hearing the screams echoing from afar, Fang Yan breathed a satisfied sigh of relief.

comfortable.

"You even went so far as to complain to her mother, really."

Cynthia rolled her eyes at Fang Yan beside her.

"I'm doing this for his own good. You don't know how many girls will get hurt if we don't correct his mistakes when he's young. I'm doing this for his own good."

Arguing logically and forcefully in dialect.

Seeing that Fang Yan was still talking, she silenced him with her mouth.

dialect:!!!

dialect:()

Dialect: (*~*)

Dialect: ~

Behind.

Miss Gothic and the others were huddled together, while Latias was using his mental powers to control the camera, taking pictures from every angle.

"Laji".

Hey, hurry up and take the picture! Find the right angle!

"Goethe".

Here, quick, this angle is good.

"call out."

Yes, yes, that's it.

"Kah!"

Hey, you guys are taking so long to take pictures! Let me take them, I'll do it!

Garchomp grabbed Latias's camera and pressed the button hard.

Snap!

"My camera!!! I begged Fang Yan for so long before he finally bought it for me!!!"

Latias let out a painful cry.

"Kah!"

Oh no! My photo!

Garchomp also let out a painful cry.

On the other side, four Gengar were taking a 360° unobstructed photo.

"Kou Jie~"

Perfect!

After a long while, Cynthia and Fang Yan parted ways. Cynthia was a little thirsty. She looked at Fang Yan's slightly flushed face and gave him an overly enthusiastic smile.

"And you, will you tell my grandma?"

Cynthia reached out and poked her beautiful cheek, her voice as gentle as water, "I told you—I kissed you? Hmm?"

Seeing Cynthia unleash her ultimate attack, Fang Yan opened his mouth, about to speak, when—

"Um----"

*Swoosh*

The kettle has boiled.

Fang Yan suffered a crushing defeat, being routed and losing all his armor and weapons.

Gengar: !!!

"Goblin!"

Oh dear! The dialect is about to explode! It's smoking! Lots of smoke!

No! Where's the water?! Where's the water?! Who knows how to use a water gun?! Quick, save Fangyan!

Gengar, watching the steaming emanating from the fangyan, let out a sharp, explosive sound.

Behind the swing.

Garchomp: You're so useless!

Lucario: You can't take it already?

Miss Goth: —Although I really want to defend you, you were really something just now—

Miss Skirt: Laji~

Nine-Tailed Fox: I can't bear to look.

Cynthia has already found Fangyan's weakness, so she is constantly launching attacks. Fangyan's current situation is that if Cynthia dares to ask Fangyan to fight Arceus one-on-one, Fangyan dares to go and fight Arceus hand-to-hand.

Fang Yan had lost completely today, and it was only Dr. Jie Zilan's phone call that saved him. The two walked together on their way back to the venue.

Fang Yan held Cynthia's hand and swayed her high as she walked, just like when they were kids.

"Bamboo Orchid".

"Um?

'

"You said you had a lot of fun playing with giblets when you were little, right?"

"Um."

"And now?"

"Hmm... Hmm."

"Yeah?"

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"Because now I have more than just them."

"And then there's you."

dialect:!

Foster Fry!

"And you?"

"Me too. My life used to be so boring. All I did every day was eat and sleep. But ever since I met Gengar and the others, and then I met you, my life has been like this—"

"I love you."

dialect:!!

Big wave Q.

"I love you too."

"Thanks."

"Fang Yan, I saw a shooting star yesterday."

"Hmm? A shooting star? Did you make a wish?"

"Um.

""

"What did you wish for?

"What I wish for is to be with Garchomp and you forever."

dialect:!!!

Cherry Blossom Q!

"Bamboo Orchid".

"Um?"

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

"Whatever you say, I'll eat it. I like anything you make, just like I like you."

Buddha grabs Q!

"Want some ice cream tonight? I'll make it for you."

"Okay, I want to eat!"

Cynthia fell silent.

Fang Yan breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, when she couldn't handle her, letting her make a choice was the best solution.

"I want to eat ice cream made by Fang Yan herself, filled with love for me, a little more love than yesterday, a little less than tomorrow, just like my love for Fang Yan, which will only keep increasing."

Friend, hit Q!

A is dead!

Cynthia looked at Fang Yan's expression and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

You think you can make things difficult for me? Keep dreaming.

Fang Yan opened his mouth, about to speak.

"grandmother."

Cynthia jogged up and hugged Dr. Mustard, who was standing at the entrance of the venue.

"Grandma, what would you like to eat tonight?"

"Hmph! You still remember this old man?"

"How can you say that? I love Grandma the most."

"Forget it, I think what you love most now is dialect."

"No, I love my grandma the most."

"You've always had a sweet tongue. Let's go home and have dinner."

Fang Yan watched as Cynthia ran over and hugged Dr. Mustard. The setting sun cast her long shadow, which stretched all the way to his feet. Fang Yan stood there, watching the two talking and listening to their conversation, his smile unwavering.

His shadow was reflected by the setting sun onto the wall, bounced back, and formed a broad shadow that enveloped Cynthia's shadow like a wall.

"What are you still standing there for, kid? Don't you want to go back for dinner? Or do you think my food is too good for you?"

Dr. Mustard Blue slammed his cane on the ground and snorted coldly.

Fang Yan realized what was happening and quickly said, "Coming, coming! I'm cooking tonight, so don't anyone try to take it from me."

Fang Yan laughed and ran forward.

He and Cynthia each took one arm of Dr. Mustard's hand and walked into the distance.

The shadows of the three people grew longer and longer as they moved.

Behind the shadows of the three of them were the shadows of Garchomp and Gengar.

These shadows completely enveloped their own shadows.

"Grandma, how do we get back?"

"How do we get back? By car, of course!"

"Drive? Or should we have a Pokémon take us back? Flying back should be pretty fast."

"You mean you want me, an old man of your age, to keep flying around in the air with you? What? Are you an eyesore?"

"Oh, no, no, that's not true."

Dr. Mustard glanced at Fang Yan, then said, "You did well today, keep it up."

"Yes, Grandma!"

The dialect immediately stood at attention.

Why are you yelling so loudly? I'm not deaf.

"hey-hey.

"You drive, Zhulan and I will sit in the back and have a good chat."

"Um----"

"What? You're not happy about it?"

"No, Grandma, it's just that—I've never touched a steering wheel in my entire life—"

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"I don't even know where the brakes are—"

"You—you go back and hurry up and get your driver's license! You know that? Sometimes Pokémon aren't everything."

"Okay, I understand. I'll take the test when I get back."

"By the way, Grandma, we're not driving. We're going straight back from the Reverse World."

Are you talking in your sleep?

"No, Grandma, look."

Dr. Mustard looked at the suddenly appearing inverted passage and remained silent for a while.

Then he said, "Next time something like this happens, remember to tell me in advance so I can prepare myself mentally."

"No problem, let's go home."

"Slow down, slow down, don't pull me down, Zhu Lan, keep an eye on your boyfriend."

"dialect!"

"I was wrong."

Gengar: Stealing my lines?!

You shameless!

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