Pokémon: Trainers Start as Bounty Hunters.

"Is that so...?"

as predicted.

Under Minglan's gaze, Tetsuya gradually frowned.

Chapter 667 Zheng Hui's Reward (Revised in 15 minutes)

Zhe did not deny that he had indeed thought about becoming a dojo owner in the city.

Compared to the Elite Four and the champion, the duties of a gym leader are relatively easier.

Although there are geographical limitations, at least you don't have to run around exhausted.

Unless a major incident like Nibi and Hualan occurs, the workload is relatively light.

My previous agreement to serve as the examiner for the dojo battle was partly motivated by a desire to find out more about the event beforehand.

but.

This doesn't mean he has to do it now.

to be honest.

Tetsuya believes he is still young and there are many places in the world he has not been to or explored.

If you limit yourself to one place so early on, wouldn't life be too boring?

Fortunately, Minglan's request was not to immediately assume the position of temporary curator.

It simply means temporarily filling in for the other party when they can no longer hold on.

This leaves much room for discussion.

Compared to the examiner, the temporary curator is undoubtedly a better fit for him to "practice".

Not everyone has the opportunity to use one of the region's eight major academies as a platform to learn from experience.

The only problem is...

There is a great deal of uncertainty about the timing.

To put it bluntly, if Minglan's body couldn't hold up and he passed away a few years early, then his tenure as the temporary head of the club might be quite long.

Moreover, he will be responsible for any problems that may arise during the process.

This job isn't easy to get.

"I need to think about it for a while."

Under Minglan's gaze, Tetsuya pondered for a full four or five minutes before giving up directly.

This is undoubtedly good news for the former.

As long as they haven't rejected you, there's still hope.

Minglan made this request because it was a last resort.

these years.

Because their own trainers are so disappointing, Cerulean Gym has also invested in many young trainers.

But they don't want to develop their strength as rapidly as Tetsuya.

At a young age, he has already reached the level of a Champion-level trainer, and also has two powerful main Pokémon that can reach the level of a near-Champion after Mega Evolution.

Sometimes, Minglan was really jealous of her old friend.

Why is it that this guy not only has exceptionally talented offspring, but also has such a keen eye for people?

It can only be said that luck played a large part.

Of course.

Minglan's judgment wasn't actually that bad.

For example, Lei Si.

Although this guy's current personality is not very likable, he still has basic talent and strength.

Compared to Tetsuya, his progress seems a little slower.

"Or, why don't you marry all three of them, Sakura? That would make much more sense."

As if by some strange twist of fate, Minglan watched as Zheye began to promote his three granddaughters.

Whether it's ability, talent, or background.

The latter is undoubtedly a perfect candidate.

Tetsuya looked horrified and incredulous: "Isn't that unnecessary, old man? Besides, I have absolutely no interest in those three."

He was genuinely a little panicked.

Minglan carefully observed Tetsuya's expression and realized that he didn't seem to be joking.

He shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Ah, what a pity, such a pity."

It's unclear whether he was regretting not being able to sell the product, or regretting that the relationship between the two parties didn't "take it a step further" as he claimed.

"You can rest now, I'll head back first. I haven't finished my homework yet."

Seeing Tetsuya looking extremely disheveled, even frantically fleeing, Minglan could only sigh repeatedly.

This guy definitely didn't seem interested.

Also.

If it were him, he most likely wouldn't agree either.

For trainers, especially powerful trainers.

An equally excellent partner is the first choice, whether it is a trainer, coordinator, or breeder.

Such cases are not uncommon unless the feelings between the two parties are truly exceptionally strong.

We returned to the house that had just been rebuilt.

Tetsuya lay on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief.

Given the elderly person's advanced age and poor health, what they said was indeed quite shocking.

The temporary curator was alright, but the situation with the three Clarion sisters was completely out of control.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

He planned to give the first question a good consideration.

"Ding~~~"

The Pokémon communicator rang.

Zhe glanced at the caller ID and casually answered, "Hello? What's up?"

"Can't I contact you if there's nothing wrong?"

The person on the other end was speechless. "Is our relationship really that bland?"

"Get out of here!" Tetsuya showed no mercy. "I'm busy. Get to the point."

"I know, I know. Luckily, I didn't stay in Cerulean City."

The person on the other end of the phone was very relieved, "Qianhong wasn't affected at all."

That's right.

This guy is none other than Masahiro, who left Clarion after returning to Kanto with Tetsuya and went to his grandfather's house in Asakusa City.

We chatted for a few minutes.

Zhenghui quickly got to the point: "I still owe you something, don't I? I'll bring it to you when I have time."

"Oh?"

Tetsuya raised an eyebrow: "Found it so quickly?"

"Tsk, a friend of mine already had one of those things, it just took a lot of time to convince him to trade with me."

Zheng Hui smacked his lips. "Shouldn't you thank me properly for this?"

Tetsuya changed his position and continued lying down: "Stop messing around, isn't this the payment we agreed on a long time ago?"

As for when I'll be available...

I'm not really busy lately, so you can come find me anytime at my house in Cerulean City or at the Cerulean Gym.

"But you just said you were busy."

Zhenghui bluntly exposed his lie.

"Well, whether I'm busy or not depends on who's looking for me."

What kind of relationship do we have? No matter how busy I am, I have to make time to entertain you.

Moreover.

"You and Hualan have already signed the contract, right? Sooner or later you'll be coming here to build your own research institute."

Tetsuya chuckled and changed the subject.

"To be honest, I'm starting to regret it now."

Sure enough, Zheng Hui's attention was immediately diverted, and he started complaining: "At this rate, can my research really proceed smoothly over there?"

"If the Rockets attack again, we'll be in deep trouble."

One of the main reasons he chose Cerulean City as the location of his research institute was because the environment there was relatively quiet and suitable for research.

As soon as it was all set up, this whole mess happened.

It's not just quiet anymore; the entire city is practically a ruin.

"Tsk, it's a low-probability event."

Tetsuya tried to persuade him.

Mainly, he really wanted to see that giant Dragonite.

Without Zheng Hui, who knows if it would ever reappear.

"Too."

Zheng Hui didn't hesitate too much.

Once he's made a choice, he won't change it, given his personality.

As Tetsuya said, the Rockets' attack on the city is an extremely low probability event.

The reason this caused such a huge commotion was mainly due to the collapse of Mount Tsukimi.

Moreover.

White Cape did not suffer very serious damage in this battle.

There's nothing of value over there that the Rockets should be interested in.

"Okay, I'll probably set off in two or three days. I'll let you know when I get there."

After Zhenghui finished speaking, he quickly hung up the phone.

As an elf doctor, he has a lot of research to do, including perfecting the teleportation system, which is something he is currently busy with.

It means he has a good relationship with Tetsuya, otherwise he wouldn't have wasted his time making this call.

He shrugged indifferently.

Tetsuya casually tossed the communicator aside.

Two or three days?

It seems that in two or three days, his team will have another capable assistant.

What should I do next...?

He lay on the sofa, his mind slightly blank.

Time flies.