What should I do if my pet loves watching anime?

Gu Beiri woke up promptly at 5:30 a.m.

Years of farm life have made his biological clock as precise as if it were wound up.

He quietly got up and glanced at the bed—Su Wenya was curled up in the quilt, fast asleep.

She was really exhausted after falling into the water and struggling last night.

Gu Beiri tiptoed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

In the kitchen, Chen Xiulan, the mother, was already preparing breakfast.

"Bei Ri, why are you up like this...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Xiulan saw Su Wenya coming out of Gu Beiri's room, and her eyes widened instantly. "Who is this...?"

Su Wenya was wearing an obviously ill-fitting oversized T-shirt and sweatpants, and her hair was a little messy, but her temperament was still outstanding.

Her face flushed slightly as she greeted her politely, "Hello, Auntie, I'm Su Wenya, Gu Beiri's friend. Thank you for your help last night."

"Weren't you still sleeping?" Gu Beiri asked, quite surprised.

"It's almost time, just like you, it's due to my biological clock."

Chen Xiulan realized what was happening and quickly smiled, "No trouble at all! Please sit down, breakfast will be ready soon! Bei Ri, why didn't you say so sooner!"

Gu Beiri scratched his head awkwardly: "I came back too late last night and was afraid of waking you up."

"You silly child!" Chen Xiulan gave her son a reproachful look, then turned warmly to Su Wenya and said, "Miss Su, right? Did you sleep well last night? Was the blanket thick enough? Would you like another one?"

"No, no, I slept very well, thank you, Auntie."

Breakfast consisted of congee, side dishes, and eggs—simple yet comforting.

Gu Beiri's father, Gu Jianguo, also got up. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Su Wenya, but quickly regained his composure at Chen Xiulan's prompting.

"Is Miss Su Bei Ri's colleague at the research institute?" Gu Jianguo asked.

"Yes, Uncle, both Bei Ri and I work under Researcher Wang Zhenhua," Su Wenya replied politely.

"Also, you can just call me Xiao Su."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was somewhat awkward.

Chen Xiulan would steal glances at Su Wenya from time to time, then look at her son, her eyes gleaming with a certain expectation.

Gu Beiri knew what his mother was thinking, but he could only pretend not to see it.

After dinner, Su Wenya insisted on helping with the dishes, but Chen Xiulan stopped her.

"You're a guest, how can I let you do the work! Bei Ri, go and see Su Xiao... uh, Xiao Su off."

The farm is filled with fresh morning air, and the sheep graze leisurely in their enclosures.

Su Wenya changed back into the dress that had dried last night—it was wrinkled, but it was still better than going out in Gu Beiri's clothes.

"Thank you for last night...," Su Wenya said earnestly, standing in front of the car. "It wasn't just about taking me out to clear my head, but everything that followed."

"You're welcome." Gu Beiri smiled. "Remember our agreement, call me if you're tired."

"Okay." Su Wenya nodded, opened the car door, and then remembered something, "Oh right, about the auction, Wednesday night at seven o'clock, I'll pick you up."

Remember to dress formally, but not too extravagantly; people at that kind of event dress modestly.

"clear."

The car drove away from the farm, kicking up a light dust.

Gu Beiri watched the car drive away, feeling a pang of reluctance in his heart.

"Bei Ri." Chen Xiulan's voice came from behind.

Gu Beiri turned around and saw the mischievous smile on his mother's face.

"Mom, it's not what you think..."

"What do I think?" Chen Xiulan smiled even more broadly. "Xiao Su is a good person, beautiful, with a good temperament, and she's a researcher. Bei Ri, you should seize this opportunity..."

"Mom!" Gu Beiri blushed. "We're just friends!"

"Alright, alright, friend, friend." Chen Xiulan smiled and shook her head, turning back into the house, muttering to herself, "Friends can sleep in the same room? My son's all grown up..."

Gu Beiri stood there and sighed helplessly.

…………

Over the next few days, Gu Beiri threw himself into intensive training.

I've already bought the drafting skills CD, but the learning process isn't going smoothly.

For his first attempt, Gu Beiri put the disc into the portable skill learning machine—a device lent to him by the research institute that could safely transmit skill information to the Pokémon.

Mare the sheep stood in front of the device, its horn touching the sensor.

The disc spun, and a stream of green light flowed out, flowing along the sensor towards Mare the sheep.

But the moment the light stream touched Mare the sheep's body, a strange change occurred!

"Meow—!"

Mare the sheep cried out in pain, and the static electricity on its body instantly became disordered, with golden and green electric lights flashing wildly!

"Stop!" Gu Beiri immediately shut down the equipment.

The light flow was interrupted, and Mare the sheep collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. It took a long time for the static electricity on its body to subside.

"It failed..." Gu Beiri checked the monitoring data.

The grass-type energy clashed violently with the electric-type energy within Mare the sheep, and if it is not stopped in time, it may cause permanent damage.

"The level of approachability is too low," Gu Beiri frowned.

He took out a Grass-type Energy Guide—a pale green, viscous liquid that temporarily increases a Pokémon's affinity for Grass-type energy.

Following the instructions, he gave Mali sheep one dose orally and then waited half an hour.

The second attempt went much better.

The grass-type energy beam entered Mare the sheep smoothly without causing any violent conflict.

But Mare's expression remained pained—it was struggling to digest and understand this unfamiliar energy information.

The learning process lasted a full ten minutes.

When the disc stopped spinning, Mare was exhausted, but his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Have you learned it?" Gu Beiri asked expectantly.

"Meow!"

Mare the sheep stood up, closed its eyes, and tried to mobilize the newly acquired energy within its body.

A faint green light began to appear on its surface, but it quickly mixed with the golden static electricity, turning into an unstable golden-green glow.

It ran forward, and its speed did increase, but it did not achieve the effect of "significantly increasing speed" as described in the skill description.

Moreover, it tried to condense the unique grass-type energy blade while running, but could only stir up a few scattered grass leaves under its feet.

"I've only learned half of it," Gu Beiri noted. "My speed has improved slightly, but I can't form an effective attack."

This is a common problem in skill learning—the disc provides energy imprints and usage methods, but the spirit needs time to digest and become proficient in order to truly master them.

"Keep training." Gu Beiri was not discouraged.

For the next two days, he took the sheep to the grassland near the farm for specialized training.

Drafting is a grass-type physical skill that requires a combination of running motions and grass-type energy gathering.

Mareep's weakness is obvious - its ability to control Grass-type energy is too weak.

"Imagine those blades of grass are your extensions," Gu Beiri guided. "Don't control them with electricity, but awaken them with grass-based energy and make them work for you."

This is a completely new field.

Mare the sheep works very hard, but her progress is slow.

On the third day, things took a turn for the better.

Gu Beiri thought of that piece of century-old lightning-struck wood.

He took out the lightning-struck wood and placed it in the center of the training field.

The golden veins on the surface of the lightning-struck wood shimmer with a warm luster under the sunlight, and the life energy and lightning energy within it are perfectly integrated.

"Try to feel it," Gu Beiri said to Meili Yang. "Not to absorb it, but to feel that balance."

Mare the sheep approached the lightning-struck tree and closed its eyes.

Its static electricity resonated faintly with the lightning-struck wood, and a golden halo flowed between the two.

This time, it did not try to absorb energy, but carefully sensed the unique rhythm of "life force in lightning" inside the lightning-struck wood.

Gradually, the green light on its surface became more stable and no longer clashed violently with the golden static electricity.

"That's the feeling!" Gu Beiri's eyes lit up. "Now, try applying this sense of balance to the drafting process!"

Mare the sheep opened its eyes and began to run.

This time, its speed was significantly increased, and what it kicked up under its feet was no longer scattered blades of grass, but streams of pale green energy.

Although it's still very faint, the beginnings of the skill are already visible.

"Keep going! Maintain that feeling!"

The training continued until evening.

When the sheep finally managed to condense a complete, light green energy blade while running, neatly cutting off a small patch of grass in front of it, Gu Beiri knew that he had succeeded.