Pokémon: I picked up a reborn Eevee at the start of the game

Since I'm just idling around in this egg anyway, I might as well take a look at what's inside my head...

[Ding~ Selection successful, first draw begins.]

The familiar voice rang in his mind again, and then a virtual panel appeared in front of Sticky Baby.

[Name: Sticky Baby]

[Race: Sticky Dragon (Washed Green)]

[Trait: Herbivore (available for gacha pull)]

[Qualification: Excellent (Damaged/Available for Extraction)]

[Talent: None (available for gacha)]

[Luck: None (Available to be drawn)]

[Click to change your elf's fate (Available 100/100 today)]

Click...click where?

Is this the place right in front of us?

Sticky Baby stretched out its tentacles and laboriously poked at the system prompt, and the information on the panel immediately began to scroll.

Two seconds later, the pointer stopped.

The extracted panel information was displayed in front of Sticky Baby.

…………

[Name: Sticky Baby]

[Race: Sticky Dragon (Washed Green)]

[Trait: Intimidate (When entering the field, reduces the attack power of all enemies within range)]

[Qualification: Average (Not the best, but better than the worst)]

[Talent: Grass Affinity (10% power boost to Grass-type moves)]

[Luck: Bad luck (Simply put, you may encounter a series of low-probability events such as getting an energy block stuck in your teeth, getting stuck in your own shell, or missing four water cannon shots in a row)]

[Click to change your elf's fate (Available 99/100 today)]

Hmm... I didn't understand the terms "intimidation" and "grass-type affinity," but I did know the word "unlucky."

Although she had been inside the fairy egg, she overheard people talking outside the eggshell and roughly understood that these were definitely not pleasant words.

Since hatching was not an option for the time being, Sticky Baby didn't think much of it and made another change.

The panel changed again, and soon a new string of information appeared.

...

...

[Characteristic: Rain Dish (Slowly restores health and stamina during rainy weather)]

[Qualification: Extremely poor (You should restart as soon as possible, friend)]

[Talent: Weather Child (Speed ​​of using weather-related moves is halved, and duration is doubled)]

[Fortune: You are blessed with great luck (although you are still far from being the chosen one of this world, you are destined to be extraordinary among the masses)]

...

Having great luck... that sounds pretty good, but what's with that extremely poor aptitude?

Is it possible for one to be good and the other bad?

Sticky Baby didn't understand, but her deep-seated pride made her somewhat averse to this extremely poor aptitude.

Her mindset began to slowly change.

Although she doesn't know how long it will be before she's born, she can get 100 draws a day anyway, so she decided to draw until she's satisfied before hatching.

So, Sticky Baby silently chanted in his mind again: "Draw again!"

…………

November 24th, cloudy.

Autumn is short in the Sinnoh region; by the end of November, the temperature in Keio City had already dropped below zero.

Inside the celebration airport.

Xia Chen looked at Cynthia, who had just finished taking a photo with a female fan, with a helpless expression. "I told you not to see me off. Look, this is the scene you get after coming out. How tiring."

Cynthia smiled and replied, "It's alright. I was going to take care of some things at the League anyway, so I just wanted to drop you off."

The Sinnoh League building is in the city center, and the airport is in the suburbs, which is quite convenient...

Xia Chen thought to himself, but didn't dare say it aloud.

"Huh, when did an ice cream shop open at the airport?"

Upon seeing an ice cream shop she had never tried before, ice cream enthusiast Hirona's eyes were immediately drawn to it.

She looked at Xia Chen with a smile and said, "You've cooked for me for so long, let me treat you to ice cream."

"Why would you eat ice cream in the dead of winter..."

Despite saying that, Xia Chen's body still betrayed him as he followed Xilona.

What we eat doesn't matter; who buys it is what matters.

Fortunately, the ice cream vendor wasn't a handsome man with short, light purple hair, a beautiful woman with long, wine-red hair, or a talking cat; otherwise, Xia Chen might have encountered some unexpected obstacles on his way back to Donghuang.

However, Cynthia fell back into her old habit of having difficulty making choices.

To be precise, her indecisiveness only applies to ice cream. If she also had this problem on the battlefield, no matter how talented or powerful her elves were, Cynthia probably wouldn't have achieved what she has.

…………

After some deliberation, vanilla, mango, and chocolate flavors were chosen to enter the final round.

Her slender fingers moved back and forth between the three ice creams, but Cynthia still hadn't made a choice.

Seeing this, the stall owner suggested, "Miss Cynthia, all three flavors are delicious. How about I give you a little of each and make a three-color ball?"

"Won't mixing them together cause the flavors to mix? I think it's better to just eat one kind..."

Cynthia touched her red lips with her finger, then suddenly turned to ask, "Xia Chen, what do you think?"

I feel... I feel like you're not asking about ice cream.

Looking at Cynthia's smiling eyes, Xia Chen remained silent.

But running away isn't the solution; questions always need to be answered. Xia Chen said seriously, "Sometimes it's hard to choose, so I usually just eat them together."

As he spoke, he called out to the shop owner, "Boss, give me one with all three flavors mixed together."

Whether you're talking about ice cream or not, I'm talking about ice cream.

Cynthia smiled and turned to say, "Then I'll have a vanilla one."

"Okay, that'll be eighty in total."

Four balls for eighty? Is your ice cream made with energy gems?

Hearing the price, Xia Chen felt a little uneasy, but then he remembered that this was Zhuqing Airport, and he felt relieved.

After grabbing their ice cream, the two walked back to the departure lounge.

With less than half an hour until takeoff, the two, who are usually quite talkative, suddenly fell silent.

Taking a spoonful of vanilla ice cream and putting it in his mouth, the delicate fragrance permeated his taste buds. Xia Chen suddenly said, "I've taught Roseradore the recipe and the ingredient list; she's already about 60% as good as me. Oh, by the way, the Donghuang seasonings sold here in Sinnoh might not be authentic. I'll make some myself and mail them to you..."

Cynthia suddenly chuckled, seemingly oblivious to the humor in the dialogue.

Xia Chen looked at her, puzzled. Sister Zhu Lan coughed lightly to stop laughing and said, "I understand. You don't need to go into so much detail. I think I'll come to Donghuang to find you after I've eaten."

Xia Chen's eyes lit up, and he pressed, "Really? When?"

Cynthia was speechless. "How would I know what the future holds? At least until... next summer."

Next summer? That means at least six months from now.

Xia Chen smiled slightly, "Then I look forward to your visit."

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

"Check-in has begun for the flight from Zhuqing City to Shangjing City. Passengers, please prepare to board."

Just then, the airport announcement sounded. Xia Chen fumbled for the ice cream box and hastily swallowed the rest of the ice cream into his mouth.

The two icy touches made Xia Chen feel like he was wearing a mask of pain, and he couldn't help but hiss and exhale cold air.

Cynthia quickly patted his back, trying to get him to spit out the ice cream, but Xia Chen had already swallowed it all.

Zhu Lan was taken aback. "What's wrong with you?"

"call..."

Having finally recovered, Xia Chen patted his chest and said righteously, "As a chef, how can I waste food?"

Cynthia immediately saw through his clumsy lie, “You just threw away a plate of leftovers yesterday.”

Xia Chen was speechless, but fortunately the airport's announcement came to his rescue again, and he changed the subject, "Sister Zhu Lan, if we don't leave now, I'll miss my flight."

The atmosphere of parting grew even stronger because of these words.

Cynthia nodded, her voice unusually low, "Yes, I understand."

After a two-second silence, she said again, "Good luck in the competition. I'll be watching. I wish you a great start and a successful championship."

She knew that Xia Chen was going to participate in the Donghuang Youth Trainer Competition, and perhaps that was why she kept Xia Chen at her house for a month of special training.

Xia Chen originally wanted to reply with "I wish you win the championship too," but since this woman had basically won every championship that was possible, it would be a bit strange to say that again.

However, it would be strange not to say something at a time like this. After thinking for a moment, Xia Chen replied, "Then, I wish Sister Zhulan a speedy fulfillment of her recent wish."

Although we don't know what her wish is, it's probably not wrong to say that.

Upon hearing this, Cynthia gave Xia Chen a deep look, then smiled and nodded.

After a brief farewell hug, Xia Chen turned and boarded the plane back to Donghuang.