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The all-red paint represents the identity of a police officer, and the blue lightning bolt pattern is a symbol of unruliness. Riding the cage (II) is a powerful engine and electric current that propels you up, increasing your speed by ten or even nine times!

Seeing this old friend who had accompanied him through generations of battles, even Xia Ming couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, recalling the scene of riding bicycles and speeding through the streets with his cheap sons in the dormitory.

"Communicator, lunchbox, drinking water, first-aid kit..."

The trainee girl very dutifully prepared everything Xia Ming should bring for patrol, and finally gave him an expectant look:

"Senior, are you sure you don't need me to drive you around and help you get familiar with the roads?"

Xia Ming, who couldn't drive a car or ride a police motorcycle because he didn't have a driver's license, waved his hand, indicating that I wasn't some old person who didn't know how to use navigation.

With these ten Hibiscus Fruits in my bag, even if the island god Kapok Minamoto launches an attack, I'll make sure it never returns!

Moreover, Highway 1 is the most famous tourist route on Mela Mela Island.

The road is not an empty wilderness; many tourists choose to travel along it.

People driving convertibles, riding bicycles, renting unique Pokémon mounts (you need to be a trainer), hiking with big backpacks...

To the left are beautiful mountains, and to the right is the boundless sea. When you get tired, you can set up a tent, camp, barbecue, and fish.

When the mood strikes, you can also have a battle with other passersby on the beach. Although there are very few formal trainers, it doesn't stop enthusiasts from enjoying the fun of novices fighting each other.

Damn it, how come you guys know how to enjoy life so much!

"It's 1 p.m. now. Since this is your first patrol, you just need to be back before 8 p.m.."

"Please handle any accidents during the journey in accordance with this Alliance Code. In case of major accidents or disputes that cannot be resolved, please contact us via communicator."

In fact, one of the regular police officers responsible for the daily patrols of this road was Jun Sha, who had participated in Xia Ming's training session that morning.

However, compared to the energetic trainee, this Junsa is more calm and reserved.

"I think with your strength, you should be able to handle ordinary battles well. I'm just afraid that your way of handling them might not be in accordance with the rules."

The temporary supervisor said sternly:

"Therefore, I will issue a situation report every hour, and please inform me in advance if any non-verbal warnings are to be issued."

Xia Ming waved his hand awkwardly, his imposing manner unusually suppressed for the first time.

Because Junsha, who was as serious as a class monitor, had just guessed exactly what he was thinking...

What, alliance regulations?

Too long, I won't read it.

However, the serious boss, who had been rambling on and on, finally blushed slightly and whispered:

"Also, there are a few things I still don't understand about the exercise methods you explained this morning, could you...?"

Hmph, so you wanted to take advantage of your position and get what you wanted.

Xia Ming, whose momentum had been suppressed, suddenly perked up and understood the trainer's intentions as soon as their eyes met.

“Let’s each do our own thing. You’re the senior in our work, and I’m the senior in our training. If there’s anything we don’t understand, let’s just ask each other directly. What do you think?”

The stern-looking boss pushed up his glasses and nodded.

A secret, unspoken deal was struck just like that, a testament to the unspoken understanding between working people.

As Xia Ming stepped out of the door, a refreshing sea breeze greeted him, making him feel happy and relaxed. He then patted the Poké Ball at his waist and released Riolu.

He belongs to the type who likes to leave his Pokémon outdoors at all times, and only tells Riolu and recalls her to her Poké Ball when it's not convenient.

"The workday is seven hours, but most of the time we'll be traveling at a leisurely pace, which is enough for us to slack off while working."

"Are you ready? The real training and combat are about to begin!"

Two days of experience were enough for this innocent little dog to grow. Her understanding of becoming stronger and proving herself made her look towards the road not far away.

There were already eager fans who had started a battle on the beach.

"Bring it on!"

Riolu made an excited sound.

Book 1 The Happy Little Monster: Chapter 25 Guidance, Guidance, Guidance

Every man has had this thought at least once during his growth:

Riding a bicycle with the girl I like, slowly traveling along the road, the breeze blowing, lifting the girl's hair and carrying her fragrance, makes one feel incredibly fulfilled and at peace.

However, the reality is that once you ride this bicycle and put on this yellow robe...

You will deliver meals day and night, and the joys and sorrows of humankind will no longer concern you.

So if you were to ask Xia Ming how he would feel if, for the first time, someone other than his mother who was out grocery shopping sat in the back seat of his car.

Probably...

What? I rode it quite steadily.

"Highway One, regular contact, any problems?" Junsha's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"All is well, OVER."

"Please remain vigilant. It is said that Team Rocket has infiltrated the island. Please remind passing tourists to keep their Pokémon safe."

"learn."

"By the way, senior, are you free after get off work tonight? I'd like to invite you to a casual meal."

An invitation came from the other end of the walkie-talkie, seemingly out of the blue. Then, someone nearby snatched the walkie-talkie away, probably shouting "How cunning!" and the short beeping tone of disconnection sounded.

The righteous policewoman doesn't seem as serious as she appears; she's quite energetic.

crunch.

Xia Ming squeezed the brakes.

Right next to it is a fine, soft sandy beach, where lush coconut trees and refreshing azure waters complement each other. The afternoon sun is no longer so harsh, pouring onto the golden sand and providing a comfortable feel and temperature. The gentle sound of the waves comes one after another, making one feel sleepy, as if returning to the time when one would doze off at a desk in school.

The number of tourists had dwindled considerably by the time they reached this point, but there were still quite a few who knew how to enjoy themselves. They simply parked their cars, took out parasols and sun loungers, and lay there to enjoy a relaxing time.

Bikini, very white.

Beautiful older sister in a swimsuit, a feast for the eyes.

Leo, sitting on the back of the bicycle, raised his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, squinted as he surveyed his training ground, nodded in satisfaction, and was already excited about the upcoming workout.

"One hour of exercise, one hour of cycling. If you don't meet the requirements and it wastes your time, you'll have to ride your bike to give me a ride, okay?"

"Road (Pah!)"

Facing the sea breeze and the beach, a person and a Pokémon stand facing each other. If they were dressed in martial arts uniforms, it would surely remind people of a battle scene in a movie.

"Before we begin training, I want to make one thing clear. Riolu, if you have any questions or doubts, don't hesitate to raise your hand and ask. I can understand Pokémon language, so I don't want language to cause any differences in cognition or understanding."

"The road is fine."

"Very good. You've been observing the training this morning for quite some time now. Do you have any thoughts on it?" Xia Ming asked, arms crossed, his presence even more imposing because of his police uniform.

"Roo~ Roo! (The power of the moves isn't fixed; even ordinary moves can be very effective.)"

"Although it's still superficial, it's not bad." Xia Ming clapped his hands encouragingly: "The training method I'm good at isn't the kind where you shout about some passionate bond and rush in headfirst."

"No matter what kind of battle it is, the most basic foundation is control."

So-called control is not about controlling your enemy, but about controlling your own body.

It's amazing.

Even fitness enthusiasts who have never received combat training will occasionally step on the punching machine and throw a couple of punches when they happen to pass by.

By using precise numerical measurements, you can determine how many kilograms your punching power is, whether to increase or decrease it, and then adjust your training plan accordingly.

This is completely contrary to the Pokémon world's pursuit of powerful, high-volume battles, which imitates legendary Pokémon, but there is a very clear logical thread running through it.

For example, it's like someone who is born with an account with a lot of money saved up.

Instead of trying to withdraw all the money in his account, he pursued making as much money as possible to increase his account balance.

Although theoretically, an increase in the balance means more money available for him to use, in reality, the bank limits the amount of money in your account, and you have to report if you withdraw more than 50,000 yuan in a single transaction.

This is precisely the problem that the trainee's Growlithe dog exhibited.

Xia Ming's training method was to first let Riolu know how much "savings" she actually had, and then try to withdraw as much as possible as cash, before discussing how to use it.

Of course, Pokémon have enormous potential, and no one can say that the limit they have reached is truly their limit. But it's still better than being a bank employee who has millions or tens of millions flowing through their hands, but only a few thousand dollars a month truly belongs to them.

"Leaving aside any specific techniques, do you know what kind of effect a simple punch you throw will have?"

"What kind of reaction would you get if you threw a regular punch at sand, water, flesh, or steel?"

There was a very classic scene in the Pokémon anime:

Bellsprout, a plant Pokémon considered extremely fragile, knocked Pikachu unconscious with a single foot strike to its head in a manner reminiscent of Chinese folklore.

These are the different results of exercising two different logics.

He wasn't qualified to practice those advanced moves yet. Instead, he focused on the essence of his physical strength and how he generated it. This was the training method that Xia Ming believed was most suitable for novice fighting Pokémon, based on his transformation into Machamp and the situation in the Pokémon world.

Countless predecessors in Chinese martial arts have mentioned this pursuit:

Meticulous.

That is, life turns 9,999 times, squeezing out all one's strength until only a hair's breadth remains, the finer the better.

In actual training, however, it doesn't seem to have anything magical about it; it's no different from practicing stances, punches, and kicks in normal fighting Pokémon.

Compared to simple and intuitive effects like fire, electricity, and ice, this is both a disadvantage and an advantage of Fighting Pokémon.

But passively throwing a punch, trying to explore and guide one's own greater power with each punch, and attempting to correct posture, body shape, and power generation method with each punch...

This visible improvement completely captivated Riolu, who had never experienced truly effective training before, leading him to become completely engrossed in practice.

The saying "true teachings can be conveyed in a single sentence, while false teachings fill countless volumes" perfectly illustrates this point.

Xia Ming glanced at Riolu's system evaluation. After grasping this concept, Riolu's life rotation horsepower began to increase rapidly.

One hundred horses... one hundred and fifty horses... two hundred horses...

Pokémon's unique childlike innocence combined with their terrifying talent allows them to achieve training results far exceeding those of human martial artists!

"road!"

Just as Xia Ming was deep in thought, Riolu suddenly slammed a lightning-fast jab into the air in front of it, producing a muffled sound that was almost tangible.

A layer of almost distorted air-like flames faintly emerged from Riolu's pale blue fist...

Yes, it's the exclusive energy of Fighting Pokémon.

—A battle of wits!

Xia Ming stared at Riolu, who had surprised even herself with the punch she had thrown, and wondered:

Could she really be a genius?

Book 1: The Happy Little Monster - Chapter 26: The Bear God Appears Ahead

"There's nothing surprising about it; in fact, this is the normal situation."

Although he had doubts, Xia Ming still spoke up to remind him at the right time.

Riolu, who was initially surprised, quickly calmed down and even felt a little guilty when he thought about his previous fighting style.

Just like online novelists, when the mood strikes, they might slap their foreheads and think, "Wow, how could I have written such amazing words?" But after a year or two, they look back at their previous works...

Damn, how did I manage to write this mess of historical fabrication and still think I was awesome?

When such thoughts arise in your mind, it proves that you have indeed grown, my child.

Thinking about how he used to throw haphazard punches like a child throwing a tantrum, Riolu felt a clenching sensation in his big toe, making his punches even more powerful and forceful.

My bizarre, cringeworthy past has been expanded.

While providing verbal guidance on Riolu's real-time status display, Xia Ming, the Martial God, also put his extraordinary wisdom to use, pondering Riolu's unusually rapid progress.

It's fast, too fast, so fast it defies logic.

The increase in the number of horses from one hundred to two hundred can be explained by the qualified progress of beginners.

But seeing the horsepower jump from 100 to nearly 400 in just one hour is as astonishing as a mischievous child growing up to be five or six years old in an hour.