Digimon: I really didn't want to be the Digimon Emperor!

"Cheng Yuan! Teach us how to raise Digimon!" As soon as the school bell rang, Lin Meng and several classmates surrounded him, their faces beaming with eager smiles. The Floatmon on his shoulder was energetically performing a spinning act in the air.

Cheng Yuan stuffed the last book, "Digimon Nutrition," into his bag, raising an eyebrow: "Didn't you guys say this morning that my dogmon was a 'quick-made, substandard' one?"

"That, that was a misunderstanding!" Lin Meng's forehead was beaded with sweat. "We specifically booked the training ground and even prepared data cubes, and they were chicken leg flavored..."

The little dog in the backpack suddenly poked its head out and sniffed hard with its wet nose.

With the help of programmers, these data blocks can now be processed into tangible food in various shapes and flavors.

At the entrance to the training ground, Cheng Yuan suddenly stopped. Through the glass door, he could see dust swirling inside, and a burly figure was vaguely visible conducting weight training with the pangolin. With each step, the ground trembled slightly.

"I suddenly remembered that Teacher Liu was looking for me..." Cheng Yuan turned around and was about to slip away.

"Since we're already here~" Lin Meng smiled like a fox who had stolen a chicken, and he and his companions dragged Cheng Yuan into the training field.

When the door clicked shut, Cheng Yuan noticed the smug grins on their faces.

The dust in the arena suddenly dissipated. A muscular young man in a black vest turned around, his arm muscles bulging as he wiped away sweat.

The pangolin beside him was half a person tall, and its scales were still covered with iron pellets used for training.

Just as Cheng Yuan was about to slip away, a loud voice rang out.

"Cheng Yuan, stop right there!"

"I???"

"Let me introduce myself first. I am Kang Zhaodi." The boy stood with his arms crossed, his voice like a rumbling thunder. "The only trainer of a Rookie-level Digimon in Class 2."

Cheng Yuan looked at his arm, which was bulging with small bumps, and swallowed hard. That imposing presence was enough to make anyone believe he was a professional wrestler!

Is this bullying from the class next door?

He stealthily reached for the little dog in his backpack, pondering whether he should take off running or shout before he ran.

"Since these are some of the few growth periods in the grade," Kang Zhaodi suddenly approached, his shadow completely enveloping Cheng Yuan, "I hope you will set an example."

"what?"

"Don't bully your classmates just because your Digimon are strong." Kang Zhao frowned, his thick fingers almost poking Cheng Yuan's nose. "Help the students who are lagging behind, and don't bully other students, or don't blame me for being impolite."

"What? Bullying other classmates?"

Cheng Yuan was stunned for a moment.

A huge "confused" was etched into his mind.

Why is the plot going in a way that's different from what I expected? What happened to the bullying in school? How did it turn into the neighbor's academic genius showing affection?

It was actually a warning to him not to bully other classmates?

Are all the top students in the school so enlightened? So perfectly righteous?

"Did you understand?" Kang Zhao frowned and asked again.

"I understand! I understand perfectly!" Cheng Yuan nodded vigorously, and the little dog in his backpack barked loudly as it was shaken.

"That's good. I'm the class monitor of Class 2, Grade 12. We might even be assigned to the same honors class in the future. If you find anyone using Digimon to do bad things, tell me and I'll kill them."

Kang Zhao nodded and switched to the justice mode.

What was initially thought to be a serious incident of fighting among high-achieving students turned out to be care and encouragement from the top student in the next class.

Cheng Yuan then remembered Lin Meng and the others, and he called out to the audience, "Hey, you guys!"

"come over."

The group of people who were watching the show without following the script were about to slip away when they heard this and froze on the spot, as if a pause button had been pressed.

"Didn't you invite me to teach you how to train? Come on, whether it's in the wild or in arena battles, Digimon don't fight alone, so we trainers also need to have strong physiques." Cheng Yuan pointed to the kilometer-long track in the training ground: "This arena track is 1 kilometer long! Today, I'm fortunate to meet Brother Kang, so I've invited Brother Kang to come and guide and supervise. Brother Kang, do you think what I said makes sense?"

Kang Zhao nodded, unable to agree more.

"Alright, today's task is for you and your Digimon to run ten laps around this track! My Puppymon will be following behind you. If anyone slacks off or runs too slowly," Cheng Yuan deliberately dragged out his words, "they'll receive a Holy Light Bullet as a little gift from Puppymon."

"Woof! This is fun!" The little dog beast happily wagged its tail, and the Holy Ring began to charge up.

Kang Zhao nodded approvingly: "Yes, very good. Indeed, having ambition alone is not enough; you also need perseverance and discipline. My pangolin will also keep an eye on things."

The pangolin dutifully scratched its claws, the metallic scales scraping together with a grating sound. If it followed up with a swipe of its claw, its rear end would probably be ripped open.

A strange sight appeared on the training ground: three students ran frantically, crying and screaming, followed by a snow-white little beast that would occasionally fire miniature light bullets at their heels. The pangolin, like a foreman, brought up the rear.

While the three of them were "enjoying" their special training, Kang Zhao crossed his arms, revealing the visible veins in the muscles on his arms. He said to Cheng Yuan in a gruff voice, "Cheng Yuan, your little beast is a bit too eager to grow."

He pulled a small notebook from his backpack, filled with training plans, resembling a martial arts manual: "Look, my pangolin took three months to evolve, getting up at six every day for weight training..."

When Kang Zhao said this, his eyes were frighteningly bright. "And you, this little dog beast, were only born recently. You evolved in a short time, and your basic qualities are actually substandard."

Cheng Yuan looked at the little dog beast on the track.

Although the little guy was full of energy, his steps were obviously not steady when he charged, and the energy of the sacred ring was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, just like a faulty light bulb.

"I understand." Cheng Yuan nodded seriously. "Starting tomorrow, we will revise the training plan."

On the track, Lin Mengzheng jumped up in fright after being startled by a beam of holy light: "Cheng Yuan, I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

The little dog tilted its head and thought for a moment, then "smack!" gave him another one—this time it precisely burned a tuft of his hair, and the air was immediately filled with the unique smell of burning protein.

"Well done!" Kang Zhaodi suddenly clapped his hands, then turned to the next page of his notebook. "However, your accuracy still needs practice. I suggest you start with..."

As the sun set, Cheng Yuan carried the exhausted little dog beast out of the training ground. The little guy was covered in dirt, but his sacred halo was much brighter than when he arrived, like a fully charged light bulb.

"Tomorrow at six o'clock, weighted run." Cheng Yuan poked its wet nose. "Then there's dodge training, skill control..."

The little dog let out a "woof" and buried its head in his arms, pretending to be dead, just like a slacker who had heard "there's an exam tomorrow."