Aspiring to become a Pokémon trainer

Clearly, this was a special treat that the principal had thoughtfully prepared, taking into account his own circumstances.

Unwilling to easily accept others' kindness, Nan Yin secretly accepted this favor and kept it in her heart.

I turned on the room's heating, took off my sweaty boots after a long day, and neatly stacked them in the shoe cabinet.

The cotton socks were not breathable, and the continuous walking had made even her toes a little damp.

She didn't have any pretense of modesty; she simply lay flat on her back and quietly sprawled out in a corner of the sofa.

Now that you've returned to life and to your own leisure time, there's no longer a need to care about your image.

After all, the girl is still a lazy and easygoing person.

As for her cheap friend, without waiting for her reminder, the girl hugged the blankets and fell asleep peacefully on the bed.

They were completely unsuspecting.

After expressing these sentiments, Nanyin released several children one by one, letting them sit around her and chat leisurely.

"Bony~"

Swinging her little feet, watching the TV program with the girl, Egui Peng couldn't help but lower her head and rest her head on the girl's arm.

Ignoring the meager weight, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth and then dialed a number of an acquaintance.

Nan Yin has certainly not forgotten the nurturing plan that Daigo entrusted to her in the past.

The phone call connects, a person's image is projected, and virtual imaging technology has gradually been applied in practice, but the object being referred to has lost its former elegance.

Wearing a thick safety helmet and holding a sturdy shovel, the blue-haired man, despite being covered in dust, excitedly wielded his tools and began digging.

Even the Metagross, which was being bred, kept slamming down its hammer, digging into the soil below.

The girl's greeting choked in her throat.

"Uh, Mr. Daigo?"

Chapter 155 Call Me Teacher and Apologize

"Ahem, please excuse my poor appearance, Nan Yin."

It was a light cough to cover up embarrassment.

Raising his head from the mine, Daigo made no attempt to wipe the dust from his face. Instead, he excitedly recounted his recent achievements to the girl.

"Although the environment here isn't great, I never expected there to be mineral deposits nearby dating back thousands of years. Take a look at this fossil of an ancient feathered insect..."

The blue-haired youth tried to change the subject, but Nan Yin interrupted him first.

"...The completeness is indeed very high, but Mr. Daigo, shouldn't we focus on Metagross's future breeding plans?"

It's no wonder she interrupted the fun; if she had let the other party introduce the minerals, she probably wouldn't have been able to sleep all night.

"Haha, you're right, I got too engrossed in my story."

A gentle pat on the head of one's companion is enough to convey their thoughts without the need for words.

"Kang Jin~"

With a hoarse cry, the colossal, pure white beast raised its four arms, displaying its form freely in the holographic projection.

Unlike its appearance some time ago, after Nan Yin established a basic training plan, the combination of a special diet and daily training gradually changed the Megalomon's original form, causing it to continuously evolve.

Half a month later, not only did the scales show a bright reflection, but even the previously fixed body shape showed some growth.

"Yes, the addition of thorn fruit has helped harden the shoulder blades, and the crushed dark stone applied externally has made the carapace more resilient. Most importantly, it is the Lanza fruit that neutralizes the medicinal properties and reduces resistance."

She took out paper and pen and wrote down the words one by one. Master Fu had taught her theoretical knowledge, and these practical results would continue to fill the gaps in her knowledge.

"According to the original formula, the effects of corn fruit don't seem to be very noticeable. Perhaps, we can remove this ingredient from the recipe later..."

Without a smile, she sat upright at the table, using her senses to capture the changes in the giant beast; the girl had once again entered a state of complete focus.

Even through a projection, across mountains and rivers, the perception of mental power has already transcended the limitations of the human body, engraving the flow of every inch of light in the mind and narrating it into concrete information.

This is the source of Nan Yin's confidence in meeting Daigo in the past.

The limitations that ordinary people cannot reach, the meticulous measurements of breeders, a breeding plan often requires on-site observation and long-term testing. If the target is not nearby, the meticulous planning will be difficult to carry out.

A champion has responsibilities and travels back and forth, so how can he stay in one place for too long? Moreover, Metagross is Daigo's most cherished companion and main force.

Therefore, in this world today, the only one capable of fulfilling this task is probably that focused, white-haired girl with purple eyes.

"What an amazing girl."

He couldn't help but express his praise. Although the call was a bit abrupt, it informed Daigo that dusk was approaching and that he had been staying in the mine pit for more than half a month.

Opening the call log, the message from Mikuri had changed from an inquiry in the morning to a full-blown complaint, even more so than a pessimistic lament—"Daigo, don't die! I can't finish my work. If you die, I won't live either."

This is really worrying for nothing. Mikoli is just a show-off.

With a bright smile, yet tinged with helplessness, Daigo typed the characters to inform his friend that he was alright. To reassure the friend, he also recorded another half of a casual conversation.

In the brief moment of these few words, the sun, which had reached its zenith in the west, completely sank and set at the foot of the mountains.

The evening breeze stirred the curtains, but the blonde girl had already closed the window tightly, preserving a sense of tranquility between them.

Lying prone at the base of Nan Yin's smooth legs, without making any big movements, Sylveon merely raised its pointed ears slightly, moving them up and down obediently as it watched the girl write words, murmuring softly to itself.

"Buy~"

Even after a long flight and a long walk through most of the campus, watching her friend's long, dark eyelashes tremble with each stroke of her pen, Korne's fatigue eased and her eyes relaxed.

My friends always have this magic; just looking at their focused expressions makes me unconsciously lose myself in their world and forget all my worries.

The silence continued, and Scorpio King's snoring drifted over without disturbing him. Daigo, too, observed the girl's delicate features through the projection until she raised her chin, her smile blooming like a flower, regaining her ease.

"Finally, this recipe should be able to fix the previous flaws."

"Daigo, from now on, in your daily diet, stop adding corn berries and switch to a suitable amount of dragon eye berries. During training, Metagross will need a specific..."

He explained in great detail the precautions and changes that would occur during the process. After he finished explaining everything, the blue-haired youth thanked him, turned off the projector, and stopped disturbing the peace of both parties.

"Work is over, I can finally have a good rest."

She sat up, stretched her waist, and let her breasts tremble. Nan Yin stretched out her arms and legs, completely ignoring the stunned gaze of her friend.

Oversized.

Of course, even though she said she was resting, she still took an apron, tied the straps, and got busy at the stove.

Pots and pans are all prepared; the children need care, but life must go on.

She released Pokémon of varying sizes one by one. Due to the limited space, Snorlax and Zapdos could not be released in the small room. Fortunately, the girl comforted them early on and used her heartfelt words to soothe their distress.

The oil temperature rises, the meat slices are stir-fried, and star anise and Sichuan peppercorns are added to bring out their aroma. It's not a one-person job; Magiyana, also wearing an apron, moves between the cutting board and the hot wok with her.

"Bonnie, Bonnie~"

Unlike the bustling scene in the kitchen, Egui Peng was swinging his legs and watching a suspenseful TV channel. However, the terrifying atmosphere did not frighten him at all; instead, it gave rise to a few smiles.

As for the now-dumb-looking armored dragon, it rolled its belly back and forth, glancing at Nan Yin's busy figure out of the corner of its eye.

If I had known I wouldn't even get to eat, I would have preferred not to evolve at all, so I could have stayed nestled in the girl's arms.

"Alright, dinner's ready!"

With a light tap on the table, calling out to the various small beasts, Nan Yin herself did not immediately pick up her chopsticks. Instead, she went to the side of the armored dragon, leaned down, and flipped it back onto its original position.

In the end, she's the one washing the dishes and pots, so spending that little bit of time with the former would actually be better for easing the child's frustration.

"The soaring of a fledgling eagle is not achieved in a day. The hard work along the way will eventually accumulate and lead to greater achievements. And I believe that the day when it will dominate the clouds is not far away."

Even though she could no longer lift the clumsy baby dragon, the girl still tilted her head down and gently pressed her cheek against its cold shell.

Words are unnecessary; this action alone speaks volumes.

"Click."

There was no clear response, but feeling the light weight of the Southern Melody and the warm body temperature, the Armored Dragon silently made a decision.

There were no more words spoken, and as the lights went out, they both fell into a long dream.

-

At the beginning of the day, a gentle breeze blew and birdsong lingered.

The hardworking horseflies roam among the flowers early in the morning, while the sleepy wombats cling to the branches as usual. With a light thud and the sound of a school bell, the week begins for the students, while the teachers linger with worry.

The course schedule was made public, and everyone knew their own assignments. Therefore, the journey was easy, and there were occasional laughs. Thus, even the young girl who had come from afar knew that her first lesson was about to begin.

Standing before the bright classroom door, even though I had accepted the position and was prepared, as a teacher, facing hundreds of curious eyes, even a beautiful woman with white hair felt a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, she didn't panic for long. With heavy breathing and her chest heaving, she regained her composure in just a few breaths and stepped onto the stage, bathed in the morning light.

Having accepted the position and taken on the responsibility, one cannot shirk it.

"It's a new training course teacher!"

"Although the principal said the new teacher was young, I didn't expect her to be so good-looking."

"He looks familiar. Could he be one of the contestants in the upcoming tournament?"

The words, like a cacophony of sounds, slapped against her face, but she merely tapped the table in front of her, then picked up the chalk and wrote two powerful characters on the blackboard behind her.

—Nanyin (Southern Music).

Just like her beautiful handwriting, the girl's voice was equally clear and melodious.

"I am your teacher for this class, Nan Yin."

P.S.: I had a severe writer's block, I'm really sorry, I apologize to you all.

Chapter 156 My Sixteen-Year-Old Female Teacher and Zhenyi Hair

The classroom for the open class was spacious, with desks and chairs arranged in an arc, resembling ripples spreading outwards around the blackboard and podium.

The cotton curtains partially blocked out the light and shadows, creating a strong academic atmosphere in the classroom. Most of the students in their seats were very attentive, either craning their necks to try to integrate what they had learned, or putting their heads down to write down key points.

The earlier noise quickly subsided under the girl's patient waiting. It wasn't that the students lacked the desire to discuss; Nan Yin's appearance and youth were excellent topics of conversation. However, at the back of the classroom, Clavel was looking down at the students expressionlessly.

Nan Yin's impression of the old principal was that although he was meticulous, he was also kind and approachable. However, in the eyes of the students, the old man was taciturn and solemn, dressed neatly, and had a natural sense of oppression. Not to mention, there were occasional flashes of cold light in Principal Claver's eyes.

Even the teachers would instinctively straighten their backs when facing the old principal, let alone the students who were still relatively inexperienced.

The elderly people who came to listen didn't even need to say a word; they immediately fell silent once the students realized they were being scrutinized.

Indeed, everyone is naturally afraid of their school's principal.

Not wanting the atmosphere to be too tense, Nan Yin glanced sideways and silently greeted the old man, while Clavel smoothed out his wrinkles and smiled broadly at her.

I never expected the former to visit me for my first lesson, but on second thought, as a new teacher, I should have someone else examine my teaching level, not only to impress the class, but also to ease my nervousness when I was unfamiliar with the subject.

This observation was perfectly legitimate and well-intentioned, but it put the girl in a difficult position.

The quiet teaching environment is certainly nice, but the fact that no one answers when a topic is brought up is inevitably a bit stiff and awkward.

So, he put down the chalk, tapped the desk lightly, and then snapped his fingers. The classroom door, which was not yet closed, was shut shut by an invisible force of thought, carrying away the distant noises.

"Don't be so nervous. Although I'm your teacher today, I'm not actually that much older than you. So, please participate actively in my class. Otherwise, even I, as your teacher, will get very nervous."

With a slight upturn of her lips and a lowered gaze, Nan Yin made a light, playful joke.

Although she had no teaching experience, her empathy as a former student allowed her to reason with people and express herself appropriately.

The tense atmosphere vanished instantly, replaced by a warm and reserved greeting.

"Teacher Nanyin!"

"Southern music..."

As if hearing a familiar voice, Nan Yin quickly found the brown-skinned girl sitting in the corner, covering her face with a book.

Clearly, the former did not want to be discovered by himself.

She couldn't help but smile, but without mentioning the other person's name, she tapped the blackboard behind her and explained the lesson and future plans.

"I believe that all of you students here have your own Pokémon and often plan their training and diet. The so-called breeding is something similar."

With the addition of mental energy, she strengthened the force applied to her fingertips, making each stroke of the chalk a clean and crisp stroke. Even in such a large classroom, facing nearly a hundred pairs of glasses, Nan Yin remained calm and composed, showing no stage fright whatsoever.