Elf: Rewriting the script, starting with Black Stocking Hanako

The entire battle room remained deathly silent for a good ten seconds.

Then, the discussion erupted from a low level to a high level.

"Young Miss Jiao...lost?"

"How is that possible! That's a top-tier player with three badges of strength!"

"That ascetic sect... really only used one Pikachu?"

"A brutal way to win, completely disregarding tactics."

Several male students from Nanshan College blushed, both shocked and indignant.

From a young age, they were taught that battles should be like those of top students, involving precise calculations, attribute advantages, and skill pool analysis.

But what about Jiang Chuan's forced victory against all odds?

Simple, crude, and surprisingly effective.

It completely skipped all the tactical game elements that "should" exist.

This is simply... simply a trampling of academic theory!

"But...but..."

A girl wearing glasses spoke softly, her face slightly flushed:

"Don't you guys think... Jiang Chuan was really cool just now?"

These words were like flipping a switch.

"Yes, yes!"

"He was so calm when giving instructions..."

"That line, 'Just beat her,' was overflowing with confidence!"

"Pikachu is so strong! It won so decisively even though its type was weak against it!"

Several girls' eyes lit up, and their gazes toward Jiang Chuan held something else in them.

What about the spiritual sect?

That's what makes someone strong!

In elite academies, there are quite a few people who are naturally drawn to strength and achievement.

Senli, in particular, stood at the edge of the crowd, her breathing somewhat rapid.

Her gaze followed Jiang Chuan's figure intently, his words replaying in her mind:

I prefer that the whip is in my own hands.

This sentence seems to have magic power.

Beneath the school uniform skirt, her long, beautiful legs, encased in white over-the-knee socks, were trembling slightly.

She imagined that scene.

"Well……"

Senli's face instantly turned bright red, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not daring to look any longer.

But the more you try to avoid thinking about it, the clearer the image becomes.

Her legs went weak and she almost lost her balance.

"Senli? Are you alright?"

Her classmates noticed her unusual behavior.

"N-nothing!"

Senli suddenly snapped out of her daze and shook her head frantically.

It was then that she realized the surrounding chatter was getting louder and louder, and some boys even started shouting things like "It must be luck" and "Let's have another match."

In the center of the field, the top student was still slumped on the ground in that extremely ungraceful pigeon-toed posture, her long wine-red hair disheveled and her eyes vacant.

"no……"

Senli bit her lip, forcing herself to calm down.

Senior Sister Jiaozi has already been embarrassed enough; she can't let so many people watch anymore!

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and spoke loudly in her usual tone when maintaining discipline:

"The battle is over! Everyone go back to the classroom! Don't stand around watching!"

Several students wanted to say something more.

"What, your homework reports are all perfect?"

Senli's tone became stern:

"Yuhiko! Take your men and go first!"

Yu Yan opened his mouth, glanced one last time at the dejected top student, sighed with mixed feelings, and waved his hand:

"Let's go, everyone disperse."

Only then did the crowd reluctantly begin to move.

Before leaving, many girls secretly glanced back at Jiang Chuan, their faces flushed.

………………

After most of the students left, Senli quickly walked to the center of the field.

She crouched down and gently placed her hand on the shoulders of the privileged young lady:

"Senior Jiaozi, get up first... the ground is cold."

The privileged girl was mechanically helped up, her legs still weak, and she leaned almost entirely on Senli.

Those beautiful eyes remained unfocused, gazing ahead.

At that moment, Jiang Chuan also walked over.

Pikachu followed suit, wagging its little tail proudly, its eyes clearly conveying, "How about that? Aren't I awesome?!" as it looked at the top student.

"Young Miss," Jiang Chuan said calmly.

The top student trembled, and his empty eyes finally focused.

She looked up at Jiang Chuan.

"You have a very thorough understanding of the knowledge in the book, and your thinking is very divergent. That's really impressive."

"The calculations are very precise, and every step matches the theoretical optimal solution. Judging from the data analysis, you are indeed a prodigy."

"but."

Jiang Chuan changed the subject:

"Pokémon are not machines, and battles are not programs."

"They will grow, they will explode, and they will create miracles in desperate situations that data models cannot predict."

"You calculated the attribute advantages, the level difference, and the depth of the skill pool."

"But you can't be sure. In the real wilderness, the fighting instincts honed in life-or-death battles are faster, more ruthless, and more effective than any theory."

"There is still much for you to learn beyond books."

The words fell.

The top student stood there blankly.

She heard every word Jiang Chuan said, but her mind was buzzing and she couldn't think straight at all.

Only fragmented words lingered in my mind...

miss...

you……

Indeed... he is a chosen one...

The chosen ones of heaven...

Yes, I am a chosen one...

I am……

But why...did I lose?

Although the top student didn't really listen, Xiao Chun next to him had a sudden realization.

He muttered Jiang Chuan's words repeatedly:

"Wilderness...life-or-death struggle...combat instinct..."

"So...so training in the wild can make you this strong?"

He suddenly looked at Jiang Chuan, his eyes flashing with an unprecedented light:

"It's not just about levels! It's also about those techniques that are never taught in books! That... that true combat awareness!"

"I understand! I really understand!"

Xiao Chun's voice trembled with excitement:

"Academic training is like growing flowers in a greenhouse—beautiful, but unable to withstand the elements!"

"And the cultivation sect... is a sharp sword honed in the battles of the wilderness!"

He clenched his fist tightly, as if he had made a momentous decision.

"I want to drop out of school!"

"I need to go back and discuss this with my parents! I want to embark on a journey of cultivation! Like Brother Jiangchuan, I want to grow stronger in the wild, in real battles!"

After saying that, Xiao Chun didn't even wait for Jiang Chuan's response before turning around and running wildly out of the classroom.

My steps were lighter and more determined than ever before.

………………

Almost simultaneously.

A system notification sounded in Jiang Chuan's mind:

[Help Xiaochun find the right path as a Pokémon Trainer, use Pokémon training to defeat the academic prodigy—the Elite Prodigy—and shatter his arrogance. Completed.]

[Rewards being distributed...]

The premium miracle seed has been added to your system inventory.

[3 Beginner Magic Candies have been added to your system inventory]

Jiang Chuan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.

Mission accomplished, reward received.

There's no need to linger here any longer.

He turned around, ready to leave.

As he passed by the still dejected and lost young lady, he paused in his tracks.

"A principle that Xiaochun can understand."

Jiang Chuan turned his head to look at the fair and delicate face of the top student, and casually added:

"Young Miss, you should be able to understand, right?"

Having said that, he said no more.

He walked straight towards the entrance of the battle room.

Xiaoxia and Huazi exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

…………

"etc!"

The top student suddenly spoke up.

Jiang Chuan stopped walking, but did not turn around.

"Where...where are you going?"

Even the most outstanding student was taken aback when she asked that question.

Why did she ask that?

But the inexplicable panic in my heart just wouldn't subside.

It's like... like something important is about to slip away.

"Keep traveling and collect badges."

Jiang Chuan answered concisely, then casually asked in return:

"What? Miss wants to come with me?"

"No way!"

The privileged student almost reflexively straightened his back and resumed his arrogant tone:

"I'm a rising star from the academic school! The top student at Nanshan Academy! How can I associate with a barbaric sect like yours!"

"oh."

Jiang Chuan responded and raised his hand again to open the door.

"etc!"

The top student called out to him again.

This time, there was something different in her voice.

hesitate.

struggle.

There was also a hint of anticipation that she herself didn't even realize...

"What is your goal...?"

She asked.

Jiang Chuan has not yet answered.

"His little goal~"

Xiaoxia playfully leaned over and answered for Jiang Chuan with a grin:

"She's the Quartz Conference champion!"

champion?

Small goals?

The top student was taken aback at first.

immediately.

"Oh."

She smiled.

It wasn't the usual condescending, mocking laugh.

It was a laugh that truly ignited something.

"Even more proud than me..."

The top student spoke softly, then took a deep breath, and the proud expression returned to her beautiful face.

"good!"

"Only someone like that deserves to be my opponent!"

The top student stared at Jiang Chuan's retreating figure, each word clear and firm:

"Then let's have the Quartz Conference!"

"Next time we meet, I'll defeat you head-on on the biggest stage in Kanto!"

Jiang Chuan glanced at the top students, smiled faintly, and without replying, simply waved his hand, pushed open the door of the battle room, and walked out with Xiaoxia and Hanako.

The door closed slowly.

It blocked out the outside light.

...............

The classroom fell silent once again.

The smile on the face of the top student faded away little by little the moment the door closed.

But that emptiness and dejection never returned.

Instead, a complex, burning emotion took hold.

"Senior Jiaozi, are you alright?"

Senli asked cautiously.

The top student remained silent.

He just waved his hand.

He gestured for her to leave as well.

"Well... you should get some rest, senior."

Senli dared not say anything more, bowed, and quickly walked towards the door.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back one last time.

In the dimly lit classroom, the top student casually sat down in a chair.

Her head was bowed, and her long, wine-red hair covered her profile.

I can't see their expressions clearly.

But her hands, hanging at her sides, were tightly gripping the hem of her skirt.

They gripped it very tightly.

Senli gently closed the door.

The corridor was empty; the students had all left.

She leaned against the wall and let out a long sigh of relief.

Just then, from the end of the corridor came the sound of rapid high heels clicking on the ground.

Tap, tap, tap...

The pace was fast, showing the owner's anxiety.

Senli subconsciously looked up.

A beautiful female teacher wearing a dark purple business suit was seen hurrying towards the battle classroom.

Black stockings encased her long, voluptuous legs, and with each step she took, the swaying of her skirt revealed glimpses of the firm curves at the base of her thighs.

Her full breasts stood out high under the shirt, bobbing up and down with her brisk walking.

That refined and mature face was now filled with worry and anxiety…